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raysrays · 2 months

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Crimson Guardian NSFW

Kyojuro Rengoku x Wife! Reader

18+ MDNI!🚫

CW: NSFW Content, minor angst, controlling/manipulating behavior, fluff-ish.

Y/N POV

Scenario : You've recently married into the respected Rengoku family, and while you continue your work as a demon slayer, life starts to get a bit messy. Balancing your duties becomes a real challenge as you navigate the challenges of married life. You find yourself having to make tough choices just to keep your husband happy, all while debating to stay true to yourself and your calling as a demon slayer.

Marriage. Truly one of the most beautiful milestones a couple can achieve. Marrying Kyojuro has undoubtedly been my greatest accomplishment.

I still remember it vividly, as if it were yesterday. Surrounded by friends, family, and core members, we pledged our lives to each other. Though it wasn't the most glamorous wedding ever seen, it was enough. Because really, all I've ever wanted was Kyojuro, and now, finally, I have him.

For the first few months, our marriage was nothing short of perfect. I moved into the Rengoku estate with Kyojuro's family, assisting Shenjuro with chores and gradually trying to get closer to Shinjuro. Though I'm not sure how successful I was.

It was only six months in that I realized being a demon slayer and a wife wasn't as easy as I thought.

Before our relationship, I was Kyojuro's Tsuguko. He was simply my mentor, and I trained hard under him to get myself where I am today. It was later down the road that we noticed each other's lingering gazes, the occasional flirting, and all the other subtle hints of wanting to be more.

Kyojuro was strong, and I knew he wanted a family, but I simply wasn't ready to give up training and my duties as a demon slayer just yet.

Every day, after helping out around the estate, I would hike over to HQ and pick up where I had left off the previous day, training until the late hours of the night. I would often come home exhausted, which usually caused Kyojuro to worry. As much as I reassured him, he never seemed fully convinced.

Now, here I was, sitting at the dinner table with Kyo across from me. It was a rare occasion for us to eat alone together like this. We made small talk about our day and training, and then he finally stopped eating and put his silverware down.

"Little Flame, I think it’s time we have a serious discussion about the way things have been as of late,” his usual happy smile seemed almost nervous.

I set my spoon down on my plate, giving him my full attention.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Sunflower, you have been working so hard as of late, and it’s quite admirable. I truly admire your dedication to the demon slayer corps and your training!”

“But…?” I ask, confused.

“But… since our marriage, I’ve found myself in constant worry over you. Every time you go on a mission without me, I have to painfully wait for your return. Not knowing whether or not you'd be injured or even-“

“Dead?” I finish.

I saw his body tense up at the word.

“Yes, my love. Dead. I cannot even bear the thought of you never returning to me. It pains me to my core,” he seemed so sad, so worried about me.

I know Kyojuro, I know he didn’t mean anything bad by what he was saying. However, I felt almost offended. He too was a slayer, a hashira. I also had to deal with the fear of him returning with serious injuries or even never returning at all.

Did he believe me to be incapable of protecting myself? He was the very one who trained me. Even though I knew Kyojuro was strong, much stronger than me, it just felt like he lacked faith in me.

“You don’t think I’m strong enough anymore? Do you think marriage has made me soft?” I realized I might have come off a little too harsh, but my emotions were getting the best of me.

His expression seemed surprised, but I could tell. While he may not have used those words, that was definitely the gist of it.

I watched him get up from his place at the table and walk over to me. He pulled my chair out from under the table, then grabbed my hands and kneeled down in front of me.

His big, bright eyes were now staring up at me.

“You are one of the strongest people I know, my love. I know how capable you are, but please remember…”

He brought my hands to his lips, kissing them softly.

“You are my wife before you are a demon slayer. I cannot risk sending you off only for you to never return.”

I could practically hear the desperation and love in his voice.

Kyojuro wasn’t someone who would usually discourage anyone from pursuing something they're passionate about. So if he was now, I knew that it’s something he’s been internally battling with for a while.

“What about you? Is it not the same? What about my worry? What if you never come home to me?” I could feel my face start to heat up. Everything he was saying seemed to come from genuine care, but it felt so hypocritical.

“I am a Hashira, my little flame. I have a certain responsibility you do not have to burden yourself with. I shall retire soon, in just a few years. So please…”

There’s no way he’d ask me-

“Please retire your sword, Y/N. Please stay home for me. Please allow my heart to rest easy knowing you'll be here waiting for me whenever I shall return,” his voice was pleading.

I felt so conflicted. I’d worked so hard. All of these years of training to hopefully become a high-ranking swordsman myself. However, at the same time, I never stopped to consider my romantic life and how being married would affect things.

We both sat there in silence for a few moments, and I finally rose up from the chair, pulling him up off his knees along with me.

I looked up at him, reaching my hand up to rest on his cheek.

“Kyojuro, you are the only one I would retire my sword for. So please promise me, promise me you will always come home to me. Until the day you yourself retire.”

“I promise you, Sunflower. As long as I know you are safe and waiting for me, there is no demon that could ever keep me away.”

I felt his hand on my lower back and the other holding up my chin.

We both leaned in, our lips meeting in a tender kiss.

This kiss started so gently, so lovingly at first. As we pulled away for just a moment, staring into each other’s eyes, we realized how long it had been since we really enjoyed each other’s company.

After that, the kiss only grew hotter and more passionate.

Kyojuro swept me off my feet and carried me straight to our shared room at the back of the estate, the most private spot. It seemed fitting for newlyweds, after all.

As he gently laid me back on the soft futon, I couldn't help but stay focused on him. Kyojuro was simply beautiful. His hair, his eyes, his body, everything about him looked like he was perfectly sculpted.

My admiration was interrupted as I felt him begin to kiss me again. One of his hands traveling to my breasts, gently squeezing it.

The other massaging my thigh.

I feel him pull away from me starting to kiss on my neck traveling all the way down to my chest.

Kyojuro had always known my weak points and how to make me say yes to his every request. He knew my body just as well as I did, and now he was taking full advantage of that knowledge.

I could feel him pressing against me as he moved his hand down my body, lightly touching me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me, wanting more.

Then I heard, Kyojuro's soft voice whisper these words, almost as a demand. "Enjoy this little flame, you've kept me waiting far too long.”

As soon as those words left his lips, I felt myself begin to relax. His movements were so gentle, so careful, so loving.

His fingers trailed down my sides, sending chills through my body. His hands went back up and caressed my neck, making me tremble. He kissed me once more, and I melted into him.

It was as if he had cast a spell over me, and all I could do was obey him. He was completely in control of me.

After a moment, I felt him move back down and remove my underwear, revealing my already wet entrance. His hand slid between my thighs, and I couldn't help but let out a moan as his finger slipped inside me. He was gentle at first, just barely grazing me, but it felt incredible.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his breath hot against my ear.

I nodded but I could tell that wasn’t enough for him.

“Use your words my love.” He demanded sweetly.

“Yes Kyo, it’s perfect.” I said, my voice trembling.

He leaned down and kissed my lips before pulling back again, smiling at me.

"I want to be inside of you," he whispered, his voice filled with desire.

"Please," I begged.

He removed his fingers, replacing them with his cock, his tip rubbing against my clit.

"Good girl," he whispered, thrusting into me.

I threw back my head, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulders. His movements were slow and deep at first and then they became faster and harder, and soon my whole body began to shake. I couldn't stop the moans from escaping my lips, and I couldn't help but beg for more.

When he starts to speed up I know we are both about to reach our limit.

I feel his fingers interlock with mine and his lips pressing against mine again, but this time, he wasn’t just kissing me, he was also letting his teeth graze my bottom lip.

He was biting down hard enough to draw blood.

We were both so close and we were both trying to hold back but we couldn’t anymore. We were finally going to let ourselves release.

I was the first one to let myself go, arching my back as I moaned his name.

Then he followed not too far behind.

After he finishes, we just lay there for a bit catching our breath.

“I love you, Y/N,” he finally breathed out, turning his head to look at me.

I turned to face him as well. “I love you, Kyojuro.”

After that, the two of us drifted off in each other's arms for the rest of the night.

The next morning when I awoke, I was still trapped wrapped in Kyojuro's arms.

After a bit of struggling, I managed to maneuver my way out and make it to the kitchen.

There I saw Senjuro, who was already preparing breakfast for everyone.

“Good morning, Sen,” I greeted with a yawn.

“Oh, good morning, Y/N!”

“I'm almost finished with breakfast. Is my brother awake yet?”

“He should be awake soon. We both have to see Master Kagaya today,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

He stopped to turn and look at me.

“Did something bad happen?” he asked nervously.

Poor Senjuro always assumes the absolute worst in every situation. Well, I suppose in this case it’s somewhat understandable.

“No, Sen, nothing's wrong. Kyojuro and I are just going to inform Master Kagaya of my retirement. That’s all.”

He gave a puzzled look.

“Retirement? Why? Haven’t you been training for years to improve your sword skills to move up in the ranks?” he asked.

He was right. I know I shouldn’t go back on my word to Kyojuro, but I really was having second thoughts about my decision.

Senjuro could probably sense my doubt because his next response was:

"If this is something that you're not sure of, then you shouldn't do it. If you have doubts about this decision, then maybe you're not ready for retirement just yet."

His words really struck a chord with me.

Maybe he was right.

Before I could ponder that any further, Kyojuro had made his way into the kitchen.

"Good morning! How are my two favorite people doing?" he said cheerfully.

I smiled.

"Morning, Kyo. Did you sleep well?"

"I did, actually. Thank you, little flame," he walked over to me, giving me a kiss.

I could feel my chest tightening, nervous about what was to come.

The whole time at breakfast, I felt so spaced out. All I could hear was Kyojuro and Senjuro talking and the occasional grunt from Shinjuro drinking away at the table.

“Sunflower? Are you okay?”

I was snapped out of my daze by Kyojuro waving a hand in front of my face. All three of them were staring at me, kind of concerned.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine. Sorry.”

I shook my head a little and looked down at my plate. I felt bad for Senjuro going through all that trouble to cook, but I simply couldn’t eat right now.

After we finished breakfast, Kyojuro and I headed out.

The thought that this would be the last time wearing my uniform with my sword by my side was so weird and almost uncomfortable to me.

I knew that this day would come eventually, but I always hoped in the back of my mind that Kyojuro would be the one to retire before me.

I had been so focused on training and my duties as a demon slayer that it had never even occurred to me how my marriage would affect everything.

I was now a wife. My first priority should be the estate, and helping Shinjuro while he was in his state of grief, and being there for Senjuro as well.

It wouldn’t be right of me to go against my husband's wishes either. Especially after the intimate moment we shared. Right?

As we made it to HQ waiting to speak with the master I felt my heartbeat racing inside of me.

The room was quiet, I could feel Kyojuro’s eyes lingering on me but I couldn’t bring myself to face him right now.

Both mine and Kyojuro’s attention was shifted as we heard the door open and Master Kagaya entered the room.

"Rengoku, Y/N. It's a pleasure to see you both," Kagaya said, his face as warm as ever.

"It's wonderful to see you too, Master," I replied.

"So what brings you two here? It seems urgent, judging by the fact that you came in so early."

"It is very urgent," Kyojuro began.

He then proceeded to explain our conversation from the night before, and how I was considering retiring.

"Y/N, this is a big decision, and it's important that you feel comfortable and confident in it. Do you think you can fully retire, knowing you won't be able to assist the demon slayers as you are now?" Kagaya asked.

I looked at the master and then glanced at Kyojuro. He seemed so proud and happy that we were here. I could feel the warmth radiating from him.

But, I could also sense the worry in his expression. He was nervous, scared almost.

I couldn't do that to him.

"Master, I've spent most of my life training for the opportunity to become a hashira. To serve the demon slayer corps and protect those who cannot protect themselves. But...I'm no longer just a demon slayer. I'm also a wife, and as such, I think it's only right that I focus on that," I answered.

The room fell silent for a moment.

"If you truly feel this is the right choice, then we support you, Y/N," Kagaya finally spoke.

"Thank you, Master," I bowed.

"Thank you so much, Master! I will never

forget your kindness!" Kyojuro bowed as well.

The two of us left the room and started to head out.

As we exited, we ran into a few of the other Hashira, who asked us about what we had gone to see Master Kagaya about.

They too seemed surprised and a little concerned when Kyojuro explained to them that I would be retiring so soon.

I could tell some of their reactions to the news annoyed Kyojuro. Shinobu used the word “controlling,” and you could see his smile almost falter.

"Controlling" was never a word I would have used to describe my husband. He just loves me, right? He wants to protect me. There's no way my sweet and kind Kyo would ever do anything to control or manipulate me.

Right?

Part Two

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peetaslefttoe · 9 months

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could you write a smut where you and peeta have been dating for a month, but havent gotten intimate yet? finally he asks if yall could get intimate and it becomes very spicy - fem! reader pls ❤️

warnings: oral (fem! receiving), p in v, lil bit of filth, sub Peeta oops 🤭

summary: request above

author’s note: ahh i love that idea sm tyyy 🫶 sub peeta is my religion 🙏🙏🙏

Masterlist Pinned xx

Peeta sat down beside you, placing a warm hand on your leg. You swung your legs over his, lying back against the armrest. He traced circles and patterns with his fingers on your thighs sending shivers up your back.

You and Peeta had been dating for a month now, you didn’t think you’d ever been so in love with a boy as you were with him. His gentle gaze set your heart on fire, his careful touch and soft expression eating away at your resolve. You’d spent day after day with him in the woods, walking through town, sitting at home. There was one thing buzzing in the back of your mind, despite all of the happiness and butterflies the last few weeks had brought… you couldn’t help but crave more. Every innocent touch had you melting under his hands, you had trouble resisting your urge to straddle him and fuck him right now. His jaw clenching in the firelight, his strong arms across your legs, tickling at your sensitive skin. Suddenly your horny silence was broken by his deep voice.

“Hey Y/N?” he asked, looking to you suddenly.

“Hm?” you responded, turning your eyes to meet his own.

“I’ve really enjoyed the time we’ve been spending together… I really do like you and-,” he paused, contemplating his next words, “If you’re not ready I would never push you, I just wanted to let you know that I’m ready… when you are I mean,” he finished awkwardly, his cheeks blushing.

“Ready for what?” you asked feigning innocence as his eyes flicked across your face trying to read your expression.

“You know… I want to feel you, around me,” he said quietly, looking down at the his fingers as they traced your thighs. You smirked at his sudden shyness, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to see him better.

“You want me to fuck you, pretty boy?” you asked slyly, relishing in his embarrassment. He paused for a moment before nodding. You sat up coming down to straddle him and cupping his jaw in your hands. You leaned in kissing him gently. He pulled back, trying to speak.

“Can I taste you?” he asked with a sudden burst of confidence. You felt him grow hard beneath your ass as he grew increasingly desperate.

“I don’t know…” you said, cocking your head at him. God how you wanted to hear pathetic begs fall from his delicate lips.

“Please,” he nearly whimpered, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

“Beg me for it,” you demanded, looking down at him and running your hands up his chest slowly.

“Please Y/N, can I please eat your pussy? I haven’t been able to stop touching myself thinking of how you must taste,” he confessed, his cheeks bright with embarrassment and need. You smiled, satisfied with his answer. You climbed off him, gesturing for him to lie down before you shimmied out of your panties and pulled your shirt over your head, baring yourself to him. Peeta’s breathing quickened at the sight of your body, he clenched his hands into fists trying to regain control as his cock throbbed painfully in his jeans.

“Go on, take your dick out darling,” you said, wanting to see how he got off on pleasuring you. He obeyed quickly, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before lowering them enough to release his cock and balls.

“Fuck, such a pretty dick,” you moaned, nearly drooling. You held yourself back from your urge to spend hours licking and sucking his fat, dripping length. You snapped out of your thoughts when Peeta cupped his sack, whimpering loudly.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Need you, need to taste you,” he whined. You tugged his shirt over his head before straddling his shoulders. You placed a soft kiss on his head and brushed his sweaty blonde hair from his face. You then moved forward, lowering yourself slowly down onto his outstretched tongue. You moaned as his open mouth embraced your sensitive pussy. You felt his whimpers spread from your core up your spine. You threw your head back whining as he devoured you like a starved man. He sucked at you, filthy noises filled the room as he latched onto your soaked pussy. You felt your legs shake around him as you clutched his face into you. Suddenly he pulled back making you groan at the loss of contact.

“Please, I want you to cum on my cock pretty girl,” he said lowly, squeezing your hips gently. You smirked down at him before moving back down to straddle him.

“Normally i’d punish you for stopping mommy from cumming but my cunt is fucking dripping,” you said, pressing a firm kiss to his sore tip. He whimpered at the feeling and bucked up into your face. You grasped his hips, pinning him back down.

“Can you be patient for me Peeta?” you asked slowly. He moaned at your use of his name, grinding his hips and nodding needily. You brought a tight fist to his hard length, easing yourself down onto him. He shuddered, his face contorting in pleasure.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking tight,” he nearly whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and clutching the sheets beneath him. You moaned at his words, slowly setting a pace as you bounced on his thick cock.

“You’re stretching me out so good Peeta,” you said breathily as your wet hole burned at the size of his length. He rutted up into you at your praise, his cheeks turning crimson.

“You like it when I praise you, don’t you pretty boy?” he nodded pathetically, his eyes begging you to continue.

“Such a good boy for me, letting me milk your big cock,”

“yes mommy i’m a good boy,” he whispered, his eyes shut in pleasure. He suddenly realized his slip up, he sat up slightly in shock, his eyes snapping open. “I- I’m sorry i didn’t mean to say that,” he stuttered nervously. You laughed softly, cupping his cheek.

“You don’t have to apologize, that was beyond hot baby,” you pushed him back on the bed, plunging his throbbing dick into you harder than ever.

“Mommy,” he whined, testing the waters as you rode him furiously.

“Such a good boy for mommy, think you can fill me up with you stickies?” you asked, breathing heavily as his dick rammed into your sweet spot with each stroke.

“Yes mommy, gonna fill you all up,” he cried, his body stiffening as he shot ropes of warm cum, coating your walls as you rode him wildly. Your own orgasm hit you like a train, you pulled yourself from his dripping cock and rubbed at your clit, shaking. You came hard, squirting all over his chest and face as your hips bucked and your hole leaked his hot cum.

You lay beside him, your bodies leaking fluids and the smell of sex and fresh sweat coating the sheets. You kissed him deeply, as he held you tight.

“I love you so much Y/N,” Peeta whispered. You smiled against his lips.

“I love you too baby,”

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plussizeficchick · 7 months

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Okay so I think as an alpha, it’s hard to get Tamaki angry, but once he does, he goes feral.

Like normally, he has exceptional control over his instincts. He’s not as territorial as others, but there is one thing that can send him into a frenzy.

And that was someone threatening his claim.

You almost felt bad for the poor excuse of an alpha that tried his luck with you. But you’d warned him. You’d been polite, informing him you weren’t interested and were already claimed, but he insisted, was certain he could be a better alpha than the one that would dare let you out of his sight.

You figured since he wasn’t taking a hint that your best bet would be to be direct, harsh even, but it seemed bruising his ego only seemed to stoke his flame.

He didn’t seem to notice your scent changing, the smell of frankincense overpowering your usual scent of lilies and patchouli. And he definitely didn’t notice your alpha stalking over to you guys, too focused on trying to get you home with him.

The alpha doesn’t realize what’s happened until he feels the warm gush of blood running from his nose and the harsh pavement under the palm of his hands. He reaches up to assess the damage before letting out a hiss at the searing pain that shoots to his face.

Yep, definitely broken.

He grits his teeth and looks up at the fucker that dared to hit him, but isn’t prepared to come face to face with Pro Hero Suneater.

“What the fuck, do you think you’re doing to my mate?” Tamaki grits out, eyes lit with hatred for the alpha in front of him. Normally, he’s a talker. He hates when situations escalate to violence, but this guy knew what he was doing, your claiming mark clear as day.

“Hey man, I-I didn’t know-” He tries to stammer but Tamaki is quick to shut that down. “But you did, I heard her say it. Multiple times.” He blankly stares at the guy before hauling him up by his collar. “So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to leave with the shred of dignity you have left, and if I find that you’re harassing omegas again, you’re going to be left with more than a fucked face. Do I make myself clear?” The man’s head nearly flies off the way he nods in affirmation and Tamaki drops him where he stands.

He’s immediately on you, checking you to ensure there’s not a scratch on you before he guides you out of the park.

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You’re aware of how Tamaki gets after a huge display of dominance. He’s still pumped up on adrenaline and needs a way to release the frustration before becoming a recluse.

It's one of the rare times in which he loses complete composure.

As soon as you’re both through the threshold he’s hoisting you up, your thick thighs wrapping around his waist to pull him further into you.

He’s mouthing at your neck, tongue laving over your claiming mark before he kisses his way to your lips, licking into your mouth. You moan against him, his clothed cock pressing against your cunt through your panties. You feel slick pool between your legs, soaking the fabric. “Please, Tama.” You whine. He offers you a bit of relief when he reaches a hand down and rips your underwear off. “Don’t worry bunny, I’ve got you.” He murmurs into your mouth. He can hardly wait, opting to just haphazardly pull down his sweats and boxers. He jerks himself off really quick, moaning at the feeling before pushing into you.

You both groan at the feeling, Tamaki trying to quell his whimpers by gnawing at your claiming mark. You whimper as he bites the sensitive skin, cunt clenching around him.

You jerk in his arms, your orgasm already fast approaching even though it feels he’s just getting started. “Fuck, bunny. So wet f’me. Am I making you feel good?” He murmurs, big indigo eyes looking up at you. Even through spats of dominance, glimpses of your Tamaki shine through. You nod at his words, tears beginning to build in your lash line, “Yeah, gonna cum f’ you, Tama. Gonna-” The words escape you as your orgasm washes over you, mouth open in a silent scream. He works you through it, reaching a hand down to rub your clit and nibbling around your claiming mark. He slowly pulls out, easing you down as you relax. He pulls his hand from you before putting his fingers into his mouth, groaning at the taste of your combined flavor.

“You always taste so good for me, bunny.” He presses a sweet kiss to your lips. You look up at him with a dopey smile before you feel what seems like suction cups on your thighs. You look to see Tamaki’s fingers have turned into tentacles before looking back at him.

“Mind if I have more?”

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outsideratheart · 2 months

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A/N: I know it’s been a while since I posted the first snippet of this fic but I’ve been struggling with writer’s block which is think is just about gone.

To apologise here is another little part of it.

“Alexia, that is enough!” Lucy slams her fist on the locker before turning to her captain “She has come to this team and done nothing but good. She plays well for us and gives it her all on the pitch. Off it she makes the effort and yes sometimes she says no to things but isn’t that her right? You stand there as our captain but look at you, you’re nothing but a bully. I am ashamed to say i’m your team mate right now. That girl has been through hell these past couple of years and since coming here all you keep doing is reminding her of what has happened. You are obsessed with her. Look around, no one else is digging for information. No one is making her uncomfortable on a daily basis”

“She is lying to us. She won’t tell us where she was for over a year. She is hiding something and that isn’t fair on us” Alexia tried to defend her actions.

“Isn’t fair? Are you really that self centred? You have no right to talk about what is and is not fair. I don’t care if you are my captain, I won’t stand by you while you treat my best friend like she has done something wrong. You, Alexia, are a —“

“Lucy” The whole locker room turns upon hearing your voice “I have given up on Alexia, it’s time you do too”

“No! I won’t let her talk about you that way. You don’t deserve this”

“No I don’t but —“

“Y/N” Lucy begs you to let her fight you case.

“Walk away Lucy”

A stare down takes place between you and Lucy. A few seconds later the defender grabs her stuff and leaves the room. To everyone else you are calm and collected but Keira recognises the look in your eye, you are furious.

“I want everyone to listen to me and listen good. My past is none of your business. To those who have let the obsession go, thank you. To those that haven’t” you look Alexia dead in the eye “I want nothing to do with you. I will remain civil on the pitch. Other than that I ask you to stay away from me. That’s if you can respect my wishes. I know it has been hard so far”

You quietly gather your things and try to ignore the multiple sets of eyes on you. With each second you can feel your chest getting tighter and you know it is only a matter second before you will no longer be able to control your breathing. You just needed to get out of there, away from prying eyes.

The hallway is the furthest you got. You mind was filled of flashbacks, the moments that you tried so hard to bury. The past was not a pretty place, not the last year, but you know that it was only a matter of time before it came crashing down on you.

“Y/N, are you ok?” Mapi and Ingrid are by your side, clearly the couple had left just after you.

“Natalia, she, she”

Ingrid and Mapi shared a look, who was Natalia? They had never heard you mention a Natalia before. Both of them didn’t know what to do. Whilst you had become friends with the pair, they didn’t know you well enough to cope with this moment.

Luckily for them Keira appears out of nowhere. The English woman clearly equipped with what to do.

“Get Lucy, now!” She whisper shouted and Ingrid goes running hoping to catch the defender before she leaves.

“Keira—Natalia”

“I know, I know. We can talk about her later if you want. Right now, I need to focus on me. Can you do that?”

You nod your head as tears flow down your cheeks.

“What happened?” Lucy rushes over to you.

“We found her on the floor. She kept talking about Natalia”

“She told you?” Lucy asks shocked. She knew you wasn’t ready to tell them team but in a state of panic you might be let it slip.

“No. She only said her name” Mapi says. She couldn’t take her eyes off you. This wasn’t a panic attack, no she had seen one of those before. This was something much more intense.

A few minutes pass and Keira manages to keep your breathing under control but you’re still not ready to move. Lucy, Mapi and Ingrid stay close making sure to tell anyone who passes to keep moving.

“What is going on?” Alexia asks with concern, a concern that doesn’t reach Lucy in fact her asking is the worst thing she could have done.

“Get away from her” Lucy is up on her feet and pushing Alexia backwards. She would has fallen to the fall if not for the wall behind her “This is all your fault. You see this, you see her, this is what you have done to her”

“Lucy” you reach up and take her hand. The defender used her strength to pull you up.

You, Lucy, Keira, Mapi and Ingrid walk towards the exit of the stadium.

“Y/N” Alexia’s voice is soft and it is only now that she realises she might have taken things too far.

You turn around to face the Catalonian. For the first time since arriving you make no effort to hide the pain you have felt on a daily basis.

“I want nothing to do with you Alexia”

#woso x reader #alexia Putellas x reader

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rollinouttahere-writes · 8 months

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Wait; I don’t remember much about some arcs, but the foxy the pirate arc was fun; if you’re willing to do anything with this it would be much appreciated!❤️

It’s about on child lucky/reader during the foxy the pirates where they take the reader during one of the games, trying to win her back. Since she’s a child and has no idea what’s going on, she starts crying and stuff, but once they win her back that she’s so clingy and won’t let go of them to the point where she just holds onto on their legs when they win her back and if they lose again; she starts fighting tooth and nails to not let go.

Or something else. I just want to read more child lucky stuff if you have any! Thank you for reading, have a good day author!

I keep telling myself that I’m not going to spoil Lucky Break… but y’all keep giving me these plot bunnies and I keep caving instantly

When I wrote Get Back Here! I’d only imagined the deaging to be temporary, but now this ask has me thinking about it being permanent and now Lucky has been factory reset into a four year old. It’s a very interesting dynamic to think about. I’m gonna have to write about this some more… I’m hereby calling this the Little Lucky AU

I’ve written something like this about the Foxy Pirates before actually! It was just a short drabble, here, but it’s got a similar vibe. The davy back fights do not mesh well with yanderes, and considering that normal, regular-ass Zoro suggested just killing them and leaving in the anime, I think I underplayed how dangerous yandere Zoro would be tbh

Ok so into the spoilers for Lucky Break. They would not get Lucky at all. Period. Why? Because they couldn’t have come in at a worse point in the story. Don’t get me wrong, the Straw Hats wouldn’t take it well at any point, but by this point in Lucky Break they are unhinged. Skypeia is a really bad time for Lucky, and it really messes with adult Lucky so child Lucky is going to be severely traumatized by it. Enel winds up being the tipping point for the Straw Hats going from low-key yandere to full on yandere. Everything post Skypeia takes on a darker tone to match it and the yandere elements of the story go from subtle to very intense.

By the time they get to Long Ring Long Land, Lucky is looking like she got thrown down a flight of stairs, electrocuted, and strangled. This is concerning to see on an adult, and is horrifying to see on a literal preschooler. The Foxy pirates aren’t even really being malicious when they try to take her, they’re genuinely concerned (and also suffering under the effects of Lucky’s amulet which becomes much more potent post Skypeia). They have a team meeting beforehand and are all like “so we’re gonna take the baby and leave the rest of them behind, right?” and no one disagrees.

But needless to say, all of the Straw Hats are on edge and fucking feral so this concern is not taken well. This was supposed to be a drabble, but as per usual I have no self control and wrote a whole ass chapter basically.

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Resisting the urge to pick at your scabs was hard on a good day, but when you were feeling sick to your stomach with nerves, it felt impossible not to do. Not wanting to make Chopper upset, you move your hands to grasp at the brim of Luffy’s hat. Partially to keep your hand busy, and partially to keep it from falling over your eyes again.

You guess it made sense that they wouldn’t let you participate, but that didn’t make having to be separated from your friends any less nerve wracking. Luffy had tried to bring you onto his boat regardless, only relenting when Nami bitterly admitted that they had a point and you would be safer on land.

Terrified at the idea of being alone, you immediately began to tear up and protest, but Luffy made a compromise with you. Since the race was going to be so dangerous, he needed someone to look after his hat and keep it safe. So, if you could be brave about being by yourself for a little while, he would entrust this task to you. Part of you still wasn’t happy about this, but you didn’t want to let Luffy down, so you put on a brave face and accepted.

Now you were left to sit on the cliffside overlooking the start of the race, waiting for it to begin so it could be over already. At least not everyone else will be in the games after this. From your perch, you could see your friends frantically scanning through the crowd. Oh, they were probably looking for you.

Standing up, you maintained your hold on Luffy’s treasure with one hand and waved to them with the other. Sanji was the first to spot you and pointed you out to everyone else. They all swiveled their heads in your direction, and the relief on their faces was palpable. Everyone waved back at you, and Luffy stood up, rather shakily on his raft, to call out to you, “Don’t worry, Lucky! We’ll win this no problem!”

There were some chuckles coming from the audience, and the weird looking announcer guy felt the need to comment on this, “Oh! What’s this? The Straw Hat’s captain thinks they’ll win this no problem? A bold claim to make from someone who has never seen the might of! The! Foxy! Piiiiraaates!”

You winced at the sheer volume and noise of feedback, not able to resist the urge to cover your ears. Luffy’s hat fell over your eyes, blocking out the view but doing nothing to block out the noise. You already didn’t feel good, and that was not helped by the roar of applause and cheers coming from the crowd.

The breath lodged in your throat. The onslaught of noise felt like it was coming at you from all angles, melding together and ultimately amping up into an obnoxious ringing in your ears. Your knees buckled, making you fall onto your behind as you struggled to force yourself to remember how to breathe.

It’s too much! It’s way too much! It’s-

“Hey!” Two familiar hands fell onto your shoulders, snapping you out of the downwards spiral you were falling victim to. One of the hands moves to lift the brim of the hat just enough for you to make eye contact with your best friend. He smiled, and just seeing it was enough to soothe you a little, “It’s going to be okay! Don’t listen to them, we’ve got this!”

“Y-Yeah, of course you do,” you choked out.

Luffy brought you in for a quick but tight hug, smushing your face into his red shirt, “That’s it! We’ll be back before you know it!”

“Luffy! If you’re not in your boat by the start of the race you will be disqualified!” The announcer shouted, causing you to flinch again.

His grip on you tightened, and while you couldn’t see it, you just knew that he was scowling. His neck snapped towards the announcer furiously, “I will be! Stop being so loud about it!” Gently, Luffy pulled you away from him, offering another smile. His voice was quieter than usual, “Don’t worry about it, we’ll beat them and be out of here before you know it.”

With a quick pat to your head, he rocketed himself back to his raft, nearly flipping it over in the process. While the exchange had eased your fears a little, there was still an overhanging discomfort about the situation. What would happen if they didn’t win? Who would those other pirates take? You shook your head. No. You’re not gonna think about it! Luffy will win, you just know it.

The distinct sound of grass crunching beneath feet made your shoulders tense up. Hesitantly, you turned to identify who was coming up behind you. It was two people. One of them was the captain, you think Luffy said his name was Split-Head? Yeah that sounds right. The other one was some big monkey-looking guy. You’re pretty sure his name was Hamburger, a funny name but who are you to judge?

Split-Head grinned at you, but it was not providing the warmth and comfort that Luffy’s gave you. It reminded you of a sleazy salesman that your mother yelled at in the mall one time for being too pushy. Maybe he’ll go away if you ignore him? You hope so.

“Why hello there, young lady! Your captain didn’t include your name on the roster, can you tell me it?” Split-Head was now crouched down next to you, much too close for comfort.

You kept your head down and shrugged, “I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”

This didn’t deter him in the slightest, “Aww, come on! You won’t make friends that way, kid. You can trust me! I’m captain Foxy of the Foxy pirates!” From your peripherals you could see him puffing out his chest in pride. His name is Foxy? Split-Head is more fitting in your humble opinion. He must think really high of himself. “There, now I’m not a stranger!”

It seems like this guy isn’t going away any time soon. You dug your heels into the dirt anxiously, wishing he would leave you alone. “Yeah, well… you’re still strange,” you mumbled.

Split-Head-Foxy let out an offended gasp, then fell to his knees with a gloomy aura looming over him. Wow. He’s pushy, full of himself, weird, AND dramatic. You rolled your eyes and took a decisive step away from him, looking out at the ocean as the race finally started.

It was then that it dawned on you that this race went around the whole island, meaning that you’re going to have to run to try and keep up. Emphasis on the try. Without a word to the two pirates bothering you, you ran after your friends’ boats. Both of your hands were tightly grasping the hat on your head to prevent it from flying off. Sure, there was a string attached to it around your neck, but you didn’t want to risk it.

Immediately, it became obvious that you were not going to be able to keep up. Even if you were at your best, you wouldn’t be fast enough. But with how injured you were, everything was sore and the pain of your muscles pulling on your scabs made your run more like a trot. The Straw Hats’ boats were getting farther and farther away, and you could feel frustrated tears prickling at your eyes.

There was the sound of… galloping? Yeah, galloping behind you. Pretty soon, Foxy pulled up next to you riding Hamburger like a horse. Man, this guy just keeps getting weirder.

“Looks like you need a ride there, kid. Why don’t you hop on so we can watch this race together, hm?” Foxy held out his hand to you, smiling smugly. Memories of your preschool teacher telling the class to never get in a stranger’s car came to mind. A monkey man isn’t exactly a car, but you think the same idea applies here.

You shook your head vigorously, “No, I don’t wanna go with you.”

Foxy’s smile fell, and his hand drooped. He plastered it back on his face after a moment, “Kid, you’re not going to be able to keep up, just come with me. I’ve got some candy! I’ll give you some if you hop on!”

A stranger offering you candy to get in their vehicle was another thing your teacher warned you about. Yeah, this was definitely a bad guy you shouldn’t talk to. You doubled your effort to run a little faster to put some distance between you and them, “No! Leave me alone!”

They sped up, closing the gap in seconds. Instead of saying anything, Hamburger simply reached out and plucked you right off your feet then dropped you onto Foxy. Naturally, you started thrashing and screaming, “Let go of me! Put me down! Stranger danger!”

Hamburger laughed at your terror, “What a feisty child.”

“Quit laughing Hamburg, she’s kicking up a storm,” he was frantically trying to get a good hold on you. “Calm down! We’re not going to hurt you, we’re help- OW!” You managed to land a good kick to his face. Despite that, he was able to hold onto you. He spun you so that you were facing away from him.

His hand grabbed your face and turned it to gaze out at the ocean, “Look! We’re caught up now!”

True to his word, you could see the contestants. Your face scrunched up in confusion, not seeing Luffy and Sanji’s boat anywhere. Or Zoro and Chopper’s. Were they that far ahead? Yeah, that was definitely it, had to be. You could still see Usopp, Nami, and Robin at least. Seeing them made you feel a little calmer.

“See? We were just trying to help you out,” his smug grin was back. “Now how about you tell me your name?”

As much as you didn’t want to, he probably wouldn’t shut up about it until you did, “It’s Lucky.”

“Lucky? Is that supposed to be a nickname or something?” “It’s my name! You asked and I told you, stop bugging me about it,” you grumbled. You want to get down, but you get the feeling they wouldn’t let you do that. At least you get to follow the race now.

Foxy fished around in his pocket and pulled out some brightly colored objects, “Here, I bet you want some candy, don’t you?”

It’s bad enough that you’re riding with him, you’re not gonna take any candy from this weirdo, “No thank you, I don’t want any.”

He sighed and stuffed it back in his pocket. You hoped this would be the end of his chattering. Unfortunately, it didn’t appear that luck was on your side today. Or this week, really. Foxy held out your arm, scrutinizing all the scabbed over burns on it, “How did this happen, Lucky?”

“It’s none of your business, I don’t wanna talk about it mister,” you huffed. You didn’t want to even think about that ever again. About him. About how cold and uncaring his eyes were. About how much it hurt. Your shoulders started to shake and your lip trembled.

“Whoa, hey it’s okay! You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to!” Foxy brought you in for a hug, but you really didn’t want it. You squirmed and tried to get away from him, but he wasn’t letting you.

“What’s this?! The last remaining Straw Hat boat has broken into first place with incredible speed!” The announcer shouted.

Wait. Last remaining?! How was there only one boat left?! You looked out to see Usopp, Nami, and Robin barreling towards the finish line. They were going to win! They needed to if they were the only ones left.

Foxy cursed under his breath, “Hamburg, you need to hurry to the end goal!”

Hamburger only nodded and sped up. You were kinda impressed by how fast he was able to go. Despite being pestered by these two so much, you were smiling and kicking your feet in excitement. They were going to win this race! And then they would win the other two races, too!”

A little ways before the finish line, Hamburg came to a halt, and Foxy hopped off. You took the opportunity to scramble off him, too. You rushed to the cliff and called out, “You can do it! You’re gonna win!” If they heard you, they didn’t react.

“I wouldn’t count your chickens before they hatch, Lucky,” Foxy stated ominously. He held out his hands and made some weird shapes with them, like he was trying to make shadow puppets. All you could do was eye him curiously, trying to figure out what that was supposed to mean. You don’t have any chickens, why is he talking about counting them? Weird.

His fingers were pointed right at your friends and then he said something about a slow-slow beam. Your friends, who were previously rocketing towards the finish, abruptly slowed down to a crawl, seemingly unable to move. Your jaw dropped as the other boat with the pointy nosed girl on it took the lead and then, much to your horror, won the race.

You whipped around to Foxy, who was looking quite proud of himself, “What did you do?!”

“I put my devil fruit to good use, that’s what! I can slow down anything with my slow-slow beam.”

“That’s cheating! You’re a cheater!” You stomped your foot angrily, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“No it’s not. I said there were no rules in this race, didn’t I? That means I’m allowed to help my team from the sidelines if I want.” He tried to pat your head, but you slapped his hand away.

“But that’s not fair!”

“Life isn’t fair, kid, you should get used to it and be a good sport about your team losing,” Foxy had the audacity to try and scold you for your behavior. Who does he think he is?!

“I hate you! Stupid Split-Head!” You kicked his shin before running off to try and find your friends, you need to tell them about this.

Due to how large Foxy’s crew was, it was difficult to find one of your friends. Especially when everyone was trying to get you to stop and talk to them for some reason. Finally, though, you spotted the red shirt that you would recognize in a heartbeat.

“Luffy!”

That catches his attention, alright. He whirls around and then runs to meet you. Knowing the drill, you lift your arms so he can pick you up. He does just that, holding you out in front of him, “There you are!” His clothes were wet and water was dripping out of his hair, he must have fallen into the ocean at some point.

Your first order of business was to return his prized possession to him. You pulled the hat off your head and placed it onto his, albeit a bit crooked, “I kept your hat safe for you!”

“I knew you could, good job Lucky!” Luffy pulled you in to balance you on his hip and used his free hand to ruffle your hair.

Now onto the big thing, “Luffy, that Split-Head guy is a cheater! He’s got a devil fruit that makes stuff super slow and he used it on Usopp, Nami, and Robin! He uses his fingers to do it!”

“Is that what happened?!” The grin he was previously sporting dropped and he looked surprised.

You nodded, “Mmhm! I saw it myself!”

Luffy mimicked your nod, humming in thought, “Well now that we know about it, we can look out for it in the next game. We’ll figure out how to beat it, don’t worry!”

You looked away, picking at his shirt nervously, “Are you sure? You said the same thing about winning the race, but…”

He tensed up from that, “Hey, come on! Have some faith in me, in all of us. We’ll win the rest of the matches for sure!” Luffy knelt down to put you on the ground, “Now how about you go stand with the others, okay?”

“Okay,” you didn’t really want to leave him, but you needed to listen to him. He probably had important captain stuff to do. It only took a second to spot some of the others. They weren’t far away and were watching your interaction with Luffy. You hurried over, squeezing yourself in between Robin and Sanji.

Sanji dropped onto his knees and brought you into a tight hug. He was also soaking wet. “Were you okay being on your own, princess? No one bothered you, did they?”

“I’m okay. Some people did bother me, but I gave them the slip after I kicked one of them in the shins,” you declared proudly.

Sanji’s face pinched in fury, “Who?”

“Um,” you took a second to remember their names again. “Oh, Foxy and Hamburger!”

“Hamburger? Do you mean Hamburg?” Robin asked, stifling a chuckle. Oh yeah, Foxy did call him that, didn’t he?

“Yeah, that. They kept trying to talk to me and made me come with them to watch the race. I didn’t want to, but Hamburger- I mean Hamburg, picked me up and made me come with. Oh, and Foxy tried to give me candy but I didn’t take any.”

Sanji was scowling and looked ready to go on a rampage. Forcing himself to take a deep breath, he let you go and stood up while digging his cigarettes and lighter out of his pockets. He was muttering about caving their heads in later.

The announcer and captain were standing on a stage and said that it was time to announce who they were taking for their victory. Your heart sank and you clung onto Robin’s leg nervously. Who were they going to steal? Would Luffy really be able to win them back? What if they won all three rounds and stole three of your friends? Robin pet your hair reassuringly.

“We have decided on who is becoming a Foxy pirate! It is none other than,” there was a pause for dramatic effect. Your stress was climbing with every second. The announcer took a deep breath and finally finished the sentence, “Lucky!”

Everyone fell silent, but for only a second. Then chaos erupted.

“Absolutely not!” Nami shrieked.

“You said she was too young to participate!” Sanji interjected.

“We said she was too young to participate in the fights, not that she was off the table for this part,” Foxy pointed out with a smirk.

“She’s four years old! What could you possibly want from her?!” Sanji was already mad before the announcement, but now he was furious.

“That doesn’t matter, you need to hand her over now, lest you want to break the rules,” Foxy reminded him.

Sanji was distracted from his argument as he heard a sob behind him. From you. Robin was quick to scoop you up, cradling you in her arms and trying to calm you down. “Now look what you did! She’s crying!” Sanji barked at them.

“I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna!” You wailed, clinging onto Robin like your life depended on it. Which, as far as you were concerned, it did.

“Pick someone else, Lucky isn’t going to go with you,” Luffy spoke. His tone was cool, but the words were sharp.

“Don’t tell me what to do, straw hat. I’m making the rules here, not you. She’s a pirate, is she not? She needs to learn not to be such a crybaby. Besides, once she’s with us she’ll see how nice we are!” Foxy crowed proudly.

“This is cruel, she’s just a child!” Robin chimed in, clutching you to her chest even tighter.

“Quit complaining so much, it’s not like we’re going to hurt her any worse than she’s already been hurt. We’re probably better suited for protecting her than you are,” the pointy-nosed woman was now approaching you and Robin, looking annoyed. “Now give her to me. Come here, Lucky! Do you want to go get some cotton candy with me?”

Her reaching for you only made you scream louder, “NO NO NO! I’m not going!” She tried to grab you anyways, but Robin was quick to put a stop to that. Arm sprouted from the woman’s body and immobilized her.

Robin backed up by several paces, “Get away from her, you’re just going to make this worse!”

At this point, tears were pouring down your face and you felt like you couldn’t breathe despite how frantically your lungs were working. You coughed and hacked between hysteric breaths and sobs. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and your head hurt. They were going to take you away. You were going to be taken away from your friends again. Just like in Skypeia.

They were going to steal you.

They were going to hurt you.

“Don’t let me get taken away again!” You wailed at the top of your lungs.

Foxy scoffed, “This is getting ridiculous! Fine, if you won’t give her to us then I’ll tak-”

His sentence was ended abruptly by Luffy’s fist connecting with his face. A sickening crunch cut through the air. Before he even hit the ground, Luffy’s hand grabbed hold of his jacket and pulled him close. As soon as he was in range, Luffy was on him.

He climbed on top of him and as Foxy was raising his hands to defend himself, Luffy grabbed them and snapped his fingers before he could put his devil fruit to use. Then Luffy began wailing on him, furious, raw screams erupting from his throat.

Everyone was frozen in place, shocked at the display, but then the crowd rushed at Luffy to save their captain. They couldn’t even get close, though. Zoro leapt into action, cutting them down like paper. You weren’t able to see anything else after that, as Robin snapped out of her own state of shock and buried your face in her neck. “Don’t watch this, Lucky,” she whispered.

A hand landed on your head, gently stroking your hair. It feels like Sanji. He confirmed this by speaking lowly, “Robin, get Nami and Chopper and head back to the ship. Prepare it to set sail, it looks like we’re not going to be finishing these games after all.” He peaked around her shoulder to be able to look you in the eyes, “Don’t worry Lucky. We will never let you get taken away again, I promise.”

Many Foxy pirates swarmed around you ready to attack, only to get sent flying by Sanji. He didn’t even look back at you and Robin, “Go! I’ll protect you so just focus on getting the others and going back to the ship.”

“Right, let’s go Lucky,” Robin held you securely in her arms and ran. “Navigator! Doctor! We’re leaving, follow me!” They didn’t need to be told twice, cutting through the crowd to run in tandem with you and Robin. “We need to free the ship and get it ready to sail!”

“Should be easy enough,” Nami said. She caught your eye and switched to a softer tone, “When we get back to the ship, I need you to go hide in our room until one of us comes to get you, okay?”

“O-Okay,” you sniffled pitifully. At least the tears had stopped now. You chose to nestle in closer in Robin arms for the duration of the sprint back to the Going Merry, eager to leave and for this to all be behind you.

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sirianasims · 15 days

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Chapter 43.4

The skies are darkening as I walk home from the food stall, carrying what is – despite the time – technically my breakfast. Hot steam is wafting up from the flimsy plastic bags in my hand, warming my cold fingers.

I’m still not used to San Myshuno’s seasons, but Samara told me that it’s unusually cold for being this late in Spring. In a way, it feels like the city has decided to match my mood, as if the dark and dreary weather is being sympathetic to how I feel.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and a robotic voice jarringly interrupts a sad love ballad to flatly announce that dad is calling. I sigh and tap my headphones, he’ll just call again later if I don’t pick up now.

“Hey, honey!”

My father’s voice is warm and comforting like a blanket, and I can hear faint birdsong and the rustling of the trees in the backyard. I briefly wish I could just move back home and be a kid again and leave all the worries to my parents.

“Hi, dad. How are you guys? House still standing?”

“We’re good, Kieran and Liam are busy worrying about prom so it’s been unusually quiet. Oh, and speaking of standing, Grayson can stand by himself now. He can even take a few steps as long as he’s holding on to something.”

He sounds so proud, almost as if he was the one learning to walk.

“Aww, he’s getting so big! Next thing you know, you’ll all be chasing him around the house every time they visit.”

“I’ll make sure to have your mother send you some pictures of him when I get back inside. She’s busy in the kitchen, Griffin and Daria are coming over for dinner. But how are you? We barely hear from you these days.”

“Oh, you know, I’m really busy with work and hanging out with people and such. I’ve just been out shopping for dinner, and then I’m seeing a friend later.”

I hear him hesitate, like he can tell that I’m lying.

“Alright. That sounds good. We’ve been a little worried about you. And especially today…”

“I know, it was really rough in the beginning, but I swear I’m doing fine, I-”

My voice breaks and I stop in the middle of the sidewalk and take a deep breath to get it under control.

“Oh, honey. Listen, sometimes relationships don’t work out, no matter how much you love each other. I can see where Paul was coming from, and your mother and I have been worried that you’d feel pressured into something you weren’t ready for. So I want you to know that we’re really impressed that you’re staying true to yourself. It can be… very hard to do the right thing when you love someone, I know that. So I’m proud of you.”

“I just miss him so much, dad.”

“I know. But maybe you don’t really miss Paul. Maybe you just miss a version of him in your head that he failed to live up to. If Paul Romeo was really so perfect, he wouldn’t have made my daughter so sad.”

My father reminds me to take care of myself and I promise to call more often before I end the call and pick up the pace slightly just as the rain starts falling.

I manage to make it home before getting too wet, but it’s still a relief to step inside the warm apartment.

My laptop sits on the dining table, and I eye it warily as if the deluge of messages could somehow escape containment and drown me.

I unpack my food and try to ignore the state of my kitchen. I don’t have the energy to deal with it right now, so I just kick off my shoes and take my food to the couch as usual.

I text Marten and eat a few bites while I wait. He replies almost instantly and within minutes, he’s online. It’s becoming my favourite part of the day.

We play for a few hours, and I almost forget to be sad. Marten never mentions Paul, he just talks about normal things like what the other guys in his fraternity are up to, his studies, new games he’d like to play. Easy topics. He’s also good at carrying the conversation when I’m quiet, like tonight.

Marten probably doesn’t even know what day it is today, and somehow that makes it easier.

Eventually, though, he has to leave. He tends to go to bed early, even on weekends, and I promise him to get some sleep too. My barely touched food has congealed into a solid cube in the box and I leave it on the table and try to decide how to spend the rest of the night. As if I don’t already know.

Finally, I give in.

I open my laptop, ignoring the notifications about the thousands of unread messages. I thought the sudden influx of hate-mail was bad when my relationship with Paul was discovered, but it has been nothing compared to after the news of the breakup.

I know I shouldn’t, know I’m just picking at the wounds, but my fingers move on their own, out of habit, and pure muscle memory is making them type Paul’s name into the search bar. All the links are already purple, of course, there is nothing new here, but I still click the first one. It takes me to his Social Bunny profile. Paul was never that active on social media, and his latest post is several weeks old.

I know it by heart.

“In response to the recent speculation, I want to clarify that Julia and I parted ways a while back. She’s an incredibly gifted and wonderful person, and I truly wish the best for her.”

The best.

“But you were the best,” I whisper.

I feel like crying, but it seems like I’ve finally run out of tears, emptied the reservoirs over the last couple of months, and now all that’s left inside of me is dust.

I go back and click the second link, then the third, cycling through the old articles and interviews as if I’m expecting to find something I haven’t seen a hundred times.

Samara and Miranda are probably having drinks at The Rooftop right now. Samara texted me an hour ago, asking me if I was sure I didn’t want to go out with them instead of stalking my ex for once. I replied with another lame excuse. I’ve been avoiding people for so long that it feels like I’ve forgotten how to function in society, like some sort of feral raccoon who only knows how to hide and eat trash.

I’ve gone through all the links. I refresh the search page. Nothing has changed, obviously, but I refresh it again and again, feeling like I’m desperately knocking on his door and trying to be let in. Then I start over at the first link.

“In response to the recent speculation, I want to clarify that Julia and I parted ways a while back. She’s an incredibly gifted and wonderful person, and I truly wish the best for her.”

Samara is right, I can’t keep doing this. It’s crazy. There’s only one thing to do. I move my cursor over the red button and take a deep breath. Then I block his profile before I can change my mind.

As his picture vanishes, the entire screen blurs. It would seem that I still have some tears left.

beginning / previous / next

#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen5 #julia duchelli #it's been 84 years #so sorry #changing up my entire style takes time

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emry-stars-art · 9 months

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I hate drake so much i hope he dies a painful death in your royal AU 😡

Fairly certain this is gonna be a common agreement yes

Honestly in one version of events I just imagine Drake making a stupid mistake in a battle or border dispute and getting himself killed like a coward or an idiot because he is both of those things

In ANOTHER version I was talking about with @jtl-fics and @paradoxolotl we can make it as dramatic as we want ✨

And honestly I’ve been meaning to write it! I even started writing it, but as I went I realized it has the potential to get wayyy out of hand by way of scenes (in that it would become several scenes bc there’s so much to cover) so instead of waiting to be fully finished, I am going to give us all an early sparknotes or summary of events

What I DID write all the way was what might happen when Abram and the prince run into Spear at a ball/event: here.

(⬆️POV you are a very stupid baron and you’ve just made your very last mistake)

Find the royal au writing masterpost here 💕

After all that (the snippet) goes down, Spear is probably very angry. How dare the prince act so ungrateful to his family, how dare he be threatened by the Evermore mutt, and how dare he be publicly embarrassed like that. He’s too proud to even go fume about it on his own. He’s always had people and things to take his anger out on. So he reverts back to what he knows.

No one in the castle stops him on his search of the halls. They all recognize the Spear family - of course the Spears visited often, at least before, and often enough to send their prince to live with them. The twins and anyone else in the know about the prince’s time there are extremely private about it. The staff that see Spear have no reason to think anything of his presence at all.

But Abram is still standing watch at Andrew’s door, and he doesn’t seem about to leave. Spear likely thinks it doesn’t matter much - the brat is small and unassuming except for those nasty scars. Abram even gets distracted by a small crash coming from the direction of the stairs, wandering a little way down to see.

It should have been obvious not to underestimate an official royal bodyguard. Spear hasn’t even touched the door before Abram is there, pinning an arm behind his back as something sharp again presses to Spear’s jacket. The surprise knocks Spear against the prince’s door before Abram pulls him up and back a few steps.

Andrew does answer. Likely he thought it was Abram knocking, but as soon as he sees Spear he freezes. Spear doesn’t even have time to revel in the fear he caused - Abram uses all his weight to swing Spear around and shove him hard against the far wall. What Spear vainly thought was an empty threat before feels suddenly much more real, the way Abram doesn’t try to be at all gentle or careful. The blade is biting into Spear’s clothes.

And Spear is angry. The Evermore filth on him, the gall to treat Spear like this when Spear should be allowed to trample this brat under his horse. The brat thinking he had any say over the Palmetto prince.

He snarls, “Andrew, control your dog!”

And he doesn’t see it, but that snaps a little of Andrew’s panic. The only thing more potent than Andrew’s memories is his white hot anger at Abram’s, and even though Abram doesn’t react, Andrew absolutely refuses to let that slide.

Spear hears, “Dont let him touch you,” and then he’s released. Finally, he can get a little justice for this treatment. He turns and raises a hand to strike Abram.

Abram takes off his hand as he swings.

Andrew gets full oversight on Spear’s punishment. They have him convicted of untoward behavior, trespassing, and then Andrew allows ‘attempted destruction or harm of royal property’ only when he’s told it adds heavy consequence.

Really, it doesn’t matter all that much. Everyone in that room for the proceedings knows why he’s really there, and maybe those three charges wouldn’t always add up to a death sentence, but Aaron has been waiting for this chance. He adds ‘intention of treason’ to the trespassing charge and tells Andrew to do what he will.

Andrew doesn’t let Abram near it when they carry out the sentence. He does go through with some of his plans for Drake - he won’t ever make Drake pay 1:1 for what he’s done, but the magnitude would have been similar, had they gotten that far. They don’t, though. Andrew is doing just fine watching the proceedings, letting it pass through his eyes and ears and only be remembered when he really wanted. He had been sure he wanted this, he’d been sure it would be satisfying and cathartic. But he wasn’t feeling those things as much as he should have been.

Part of the punishment for treason is flogging. Andrew sees the strikes fall and it looks vaguely familiar. He’s seen those wounds and scars before. And suddenly it comes to him all at once; he doesn’t want to be here. He doesn’t want to watch this. He just wants Drake dead. He wants Abram.

So he moves for the first time in several minutes.

“Enough. I’m finished.”

Aaron gives him a look but gestures to the soldiers or whoever else. Andrew stands and goes to leave and there’s a scuffle behind him, yells and pounding feet. Something unsheathed and then a heavy, sickening thud. Maybe even a cut off scream.

Even then he doesn’t turn around. He can’t make himself. Spear had charged him, he understands distantly. He doesn’t know who was just struck, but the only person that should have been so close to him was his brother.

He whispers, “…Aaron?”

“Go, Andrew,” Aaron says quietly, and Andrew finally breathes again. “Abram is waiting.”

So Andrew does go, and he spends a long time holding Abram, assuring himself that Abram is there in one piece and isn’t being harmed, Drake is no longer there and can’t harm anyone else. Maybe this is far enough in that Andrew can even let himself be held, too. So he does find the catharsis and satisfaction, but not in watching Drake suffer. Just in the fact that Abram allows him close enough to hold, to play with his hair, to fall asleep there curled up in the middle of his bed. Unused mattress to every side and no space between them.

#this man.... angers me #and yeah I still don’t have a read on the Spear house’s title #like I had them as Duke/Duchess #but I think Baron is a little lower on that totem pole #and there’s just something about Drake and Abram being the same rank that… I do not appreciate #ANYWAY that’s why this is very much a wip #we don’t gotta worry about it now #all that matters is that Drake is ✨gone✨#also rest assured if Abram wasn’t between them and Andrew had a weapon #Abram would not have been the one taking off Spear’s hand for the dog comment #and also also #ash the ‘curled up in the middle of Andrew’s big ass royal bed’ just for u #bc it’s SO sweet #but I must be done here #fan art #my art #my writing #aftg #all for the game #neil josten #andrew minyard #andreil #royal au #dan wilds #aaron minyard #drake spear #asks #anon

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wrathofrats · 3 months

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Thinking about Aether and Phantom quintosis lesson. It's all going well and all, Aether's letting Phant explore his head on his own a little because he's actually really talented y'know! And then he hits a particular spot and Aether goes brainless, practically drooling on spot if yk what I'm onto...

Everyone always comes to Aeth to shut their thoughts up, but now he's on the receiving end for the first time in a whiiiile and he's just gone.

Just a big brainless quint :)

Shakes you violently because I’ve been thinking about this ever since I saw it

(Warning that this is a little dubious but consent is implied and implied to have been discussed prior, just didn’t want it to come out of nowhere in case someone isn’t up for that 🫶

Also I made it weird bc confident phantom has been on my brain recently)

Aether talks him through it. Takes phantoms hands and places them on either side of his head, covering them with his own.

He trusts him under his own supervision, able to step in if something were to go wrong.

It’s easy, to aethers surprise. Phantom being able to pick at different memories, emotions, doesn’t take long for phantom to start trying to control his limbs.

“Am I doing that?” Phantoms eyes light up when aether hand moves slowly to the side.

“You are bug, good job”

Aether thinks it’s cute watching him get so excited over his powers.

Different tour memories flash in and out as phantom practically rummages through his brain like a storage bin. His face muscles twitch while phantom drags over certain nerves. Quintessence can be a dangerous game in the wrong hands, the power to as you please to someone only to be trusted in the right hands.

A particular wave of fuzz washes over aether as phantom gets a little more confident with the electricity he has wrapped around his mind. He feels cloudy, it’s not unfamiliar but he knows exactly what phantom is doing considering he’s done it to the other ghouls countless times before.

“Bug…..” aether warns taking a deep breath. He feels like there’s cotton behind his eyes, his breathing becoming deep and more manual.

Phantom prods again. A sharp buzz in the base of his skull and it’s hard for aether to get out the words to warn him again.

Phantom understands what he’s doing, especially considering this form of mind control has been done to him before. it’s the only reason aether hasn’t removed him yet but it’s a helpless and almost calming sort of feeling, looking up to see phantom smiling at him with his magic completely taking over his senses.

“Please let me take care of you?” Phantom tips aethers chin up to look at him, the other hand caressing his cheek. Aether can feel just a bit more quintessence slip in as he nods.

He’s completely brainless, barely a thought besides what’s directly in front of him and a small attempt to keep his breathing normal. It’s all he can do to keep his vision straight, mind full of static and he can’t help but smile at phantom, giggling slightly. A comfortable mindless state of pleasure.

“Never been able to have you all stupid for me have I aeth?” Phantom teases. It’s light hearted in nature but god it does something to aether. He could practically drool if he really wanted to, phantoms light teasing enough to have him salivating. Something so delicious about being able to have your thoughts shut up and being taken care of, aethers been craving it for a while.

A delicate hand pushes its way under aethers shirt. Phantom looks for any sign of protest before lifting it off of his body and discarding it on the floor beside them. Aethers immediately handsy, giggly and trying whatever he can to get phantom back on him. His limbs feel like they’re full of concrete as he tries to reach up to pull him closer. Time moves slow, almost too slow for him with the idea phantoms put into his head of him doing whatever he wants to him.

Phantom makes quick work of his own clothes while aether chews his lip, small moans escaping as phantom strips in his lap. He’s easy like this, hard and stupid and just desperate for anything from phantom he can get.

“You’re needy when you’re like this” phantom teases, reaching for the buttons on aethers pants. “Big and stupid like a whore should be”

Phantom grabs aethers hand, pulling it around his waist to finger himself with it, “your fingers are thicker than mine, gotta stretch myself out to take you baby” phantom gasps as he pushes aethers fingers into himself

It’s a tight stretch, phantom working himself with two of aethers fingers guided by his own, if he’s not careful he could probably just use aether like this and cum in his lap but oh, he wants to see how bad aeth can get when he sits on his cock.

Aethers streams out incoherent pleas and curses as phantom finally pulls him out, stroking him a couple times just to hear him whimper

“Fuck you’re much better like this, dumb and useful, just a dildo for me to use right?”

#I have so many asks yall im fucking busting these bitches OUT #I am so very in love with this concept though #STUPID AETHER MY BELOVED #he’s such a good boy #also let phantom dom he deserves it #dom phantom can be so fun there’s so many possibilities #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #fanfic #wrath writes #aether ghoul #phantom ghoul

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ptersparkers · 1 year

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Hi i need some comfort can u do one where the reader is having a really rough day :(((and hotch comes in and sees her crying and feeling like a burden? but comforts her and tell her how much of a non burden she is? (idk if that makes sense + i rlly love ur writing too<33333)

hi honey, just wanted to say i hope you’re feeling okay and i love you

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Aaron comes home later than he said he would.

He lets you know that Strauss has handed him an extra pile of paperwork and can’t explain why it needs to be done that night for confidentiality purposes, but he tells you he’ll try to be home before midnight.

Jack is staying with a friend for the night at a slumber party and your house feels empty and quiet without the stomp of his feet or Aaron’s voice that you can always hear from wherever you are. The quiet is almost too much for you to handle.

The couch invites you to envelop yourself in a plush blanket. A single light source from the kitchen behind you illuminates the living room and no matter how loud the white noise from outside is, you feel completely and utterly alone.

Having Jack and Aaron with you provides a welcomed distraction from the monstrosities of daily inconveniences and major life stressors. It’s easy to pretend that you have it under control when you’ve got the love of your lives to look after, but the silence is too loud for you to comprehend.

The sinking feeling in your chest is one you’re accustomed to. It begins with your face getting warm and your throat closing in on itself. Your heart drops and beats faster than you’d like it to. Suddenly you’re crying.

You do your best to wait up for Aaron. His absence is a reminder that there were women and a life before you. Unwanted thoughts and conversations creep into the forefront of your mind, on top of an excruciatingly hard day, and you will yourself to think of anything else. But you can’t.

Aaron comes home ten minutes before midnight and sees your body on the couch before he says anything. Your chest falls and rises steadily and he can hear the sound of your sniffles, attempting to rid yourself of tears before he can see them. He drops of briefcase on the floor and locks the door, abandoning all of his belongings and kneel by your side.

“Honey,” his sweet melodic voice says.

He doesn’t say anything after that, only pulling your hands away from your cheeks because you’re catching tears that are falling. His hands cup your cheeks and he swipes the tears away with the pads of his thumbs. You want to lean into his hands and melt into his touch, but it feels like it’s all too much.

Aaron feels your stiffen but he doesn’t relent. He let’s a few tears fall stray and tells you he’s here for you, cooing sweet nothings as he moves himself to the couch beside you. Aaron wastes no time and pulls you into his chest, his arms encircling your body. You cry into his dress shirt and grip his tie for fear life and Aaron presses a kiss to the top of your head until he feels your breathing become shallow.

“Would you like to talk about it?” Aaron asks.

You sit up and feel like you shouldn’t be there. You think about how late he had to stay after all the bad he’s seen, how he might’ve wanted a quiet night in, and how he had to forfeit that to comfort you.

Your mouth opens and closes but you can’t get a single word out. Aaron’s hands are sliding up and down your arm, and you know he’s letting you know you can take all the time you need, but it feels too much.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize.

“For what, honey?”

“Crying,” you say, wiping a tear. “Being a shitty girlfriend. For not doing enough.”

Aaron doesn’t hesitate. “You are the best girlfriend I’ve ever had. I love you.” But it makes you cry again. He coaxes you through it, his hand on your back and his other on your thigh.

“Nothing has been going right lately,” you say into his shirt, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “I just…I feel like I’m not doing enough for you or anyone. I feel like I’m a burden and that there’s nothing I can do to change anyone’d mind.”

Aaron lifts your chin up with the shell of his finger and looks into your glossy eyes before pressing a kiss to your nose, forehead, temples, cheeks, and lips. It’s enough to make you melt into him.

“You are not a burden,” he says and it sounds like his voice was made of sweet honey that you can never get enough of. “You are brilliant and kind, and that’s why I fell in love with you. I know there are times where you feel like nothing you do matters, but please find it in you to believe that people love you no matter what you do.”

You sit in silence and start to apologize for staining his clothes, but he silences you with a kiss.

It’s a start.

#hi lovely anon i love you #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotchner x oc #aaron hotchner blurbs #aaron hotchner imagines #aaron hotchner one shots #aaron hotchner scenarios #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner angst #aaron hotchner #criminal minds x reader #my writing #ask #anonymous

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intheticklecloset · 9 months

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Bungo Stray Dogs Coffee Shots #1-10

A collection of the BSD sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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1.) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

Atsushi hadn’t intended to find himself pinned up against a wall with Akutagawa glaring into his face on his afternoon off from the agency, yet here he was.

Technically their bosses weren’t fighting right now, and Atsushi had been minding his own business picking up a few items since he had the free time, so he wasn’t sure why one of the Port Mafia’s top dogs – let alone Akutagawa himself – was taking a moment to harass him, but honestly, he was used to it at this point.

“Would you let me go?” he sighed, glancing down at his bag of groceries. “My ice cream is going to melt. It’s a hundred degrees out here. How are you still wearing that coat in this heat?”

Akutagawa scoffed, but stepped back all the same. “You’re awfully lax, were-tiger. Who’s to say I’m not here to capture you?”

“We’re not fighting.”

“Officially.”

Atsushi narrowed his eyes. “And unofficially?”

“I’m off the clock. Perhaps I just want to fight you because I can. Clearly you need practice keeping your guard up, even when you’re buying…” he glanced into the bag on the ground. “Orange sherbet. Really, were-tiger?”

“Hey, don’t judge me,” Atsushi grumbled. He reached for the bag, but Akutagawa snatched up his wrist and pinned it to the wall by his head, glaring again. “Let go, Akutagawa. I don’t want to fight you.”

“That’s disappointing.”

Fine. If the man really wanted it so bad, Atsushi would throw a punch. Just one. Or rather, a kick, as his dominant hand was currently occupied.

Akutagawa stopped his attempted assault before he could even extend his leg fully, grabbing him by the knee and gripping hard to stop him.

Atsushi squeaked and shot his leg back down, an involuntary smile splitting his face before he managed to get it back under control.

There was silence for a moment.

“Were-tiger, are you…?” Akutagawa started, but trailed off when Atsushi snapped wide eyes up to him worriedly. He paused. Then he reached his free hand into his rival’s exposed side. “You are. How fascinating.”

“Ah! Ahahaha – Akutagawa, wahahahait, I—!” Atsushi bit his lip, frantically trying to keep traitorous giggles at bay. He hated how the darker man was looking at him now. It was a curious look, and the last thing he wanted was for the Port Mafia to renew their curiosity about him.

Akutagawa hummed, letting go of his wrist to scribble both hands into Atsushi’s underarms, watching him squeak and clamp his arms down with a wicked glint in his eyes. “This is enough to bring you to your knees? If’ I’d known that, you’d have been dead already, were-tiger. Perhaps it’s lucky for you that I didn’t.”

“W-Why is it luhuhuhuhucky?!” Atsushi cried, squirming uselessly against the wall, his ice cream long forgotten. “Ahahahaha! S-Stohohohop!”

“Would you rather be dead?” Akutagawa smirked. He took a step closer so he was right up in the other boy’s giggling face. “More importantly, now that I do know, it means I can exploit this little weakness of yours as much as I like until such time as our factions begin fighting again in earnest.”

Atsushi whined and cackled and pushed at Akutagawa, trying to dislodge him somehow, but he knew it was useless with as weakened as he’d become in the last minute.

It took a while for the Port Mafia member to finally leave him be.

It took even longer for Atsushi to wonder if Akutagawa was ticklish, too.

2.) Lee Dazai, Ler Chuuya

“You deserve this, Dazai!” Chuuya growled, wrestling with the brunette to get the upper hand, which he was doing quite easily, as luck would have it. “Accept your fate!”

Dazai grunted as he sank to one knee, one wrist already caught in his rival’s grip, his free hand trying to pry him off. “You don’t hear me denying it,” he replied with a huff, “but that doesn’t mean I’m just going to roll over and let you win.”

“Why does everything have to be a contest with you?!”

“You just make it so easy, Chuuya. How can I resist messing with you?”

The redhead finally grabbed the other wrist, awkwardly crossing Dazai’s arms over his chest while giving him a shove that sent him falling backward, one leg tucked halfway beneath him.

“Owww! Chuuya, you’re hurting me!” Dazai whined, struggling to give himself enough leverage to at least free his lower limb.

Chuuya straddled him just as he managed to do so. “You deserve it, you jerk.”

“So mean.”

There was a brief pause as the redhead assessed the situation, trying to determine how best to go about the rest of his plans while Dazai just smirked up at him. Finally, he muttered something under his breath and let go of one of the brunette’s wrists, shimmying his hand between his overcoat and suit coat, trying to worm his way up to the good spot.

Dazai – curse him – wasn’t letting him get away with it that easily, though. Grinning, he clamped his arm down and said, “Ah-ah-ah. You’ll have to work for it, Chuuya~”

“Fine,” Chuuya growled. He curled his fingers in right where they were at the topmost part of Dazai’s ribcage, satisfied when the man beneath him jerked a little and snickered openly. “You’re only delaying the inevitable, you know.”

“So?” Dazai teased easily despite his situation. “Dohoesn’t mean I wohohon’t watch you struggle a bihihit first.”

“You son of a—” Chuuya let go of his other wrist, shoved his arms up just enough to attack, and plunged both hands into Dazai’s armpits.

Dazai let out a loud bark of surprised laughter, shoving his arms back down. This time, however, he only managed to trap his captor’s fingers right where they were rather than stop them. He gritted his teeth against the flood of laughter that threatened to burst free, but when Chuuya dug in even deeper – more determinedly – he couldn’t help it any longer.

“Bohohohohohold mohohohohove, Chuuya!” Dazai laughed, squeezing his eyes shut against the victorious, knowing smirk the redhead was flashing at him. “Juhuhuhuhust don’t thihihihihink I’ll buhuhuhuhuhuckle so eheheheheasily!”

“Oh, I hope you don’t,” Chuuya replied, far too calm for Dazai’s liking. “I intend to enjoy every moment it takes to break you down until you’re pleading for me to stop. Because you will, Dazai. You always do eventually.”

3.) Lee Atsushi, Ler Dazai

“Stop screaming and let me tickle you!” Dazai laughed, one arm wrapped around Atsushi from behind while the other drilled into his ribs.

Atsushi was cackling, squirming and fighting in his mentor’s grip, cheeks dusted pink from both the exertion and the embarrassment. “Nohohohoho! Why?! Dahahahahazai, stohohohohop it!”

“Hmm, you’re pretty sensitive,” the brunette mused to himself, “but also pretty wiggly. Hold still! You’re like a kitty that hates cuddles.”

“Whahahahahat does thahahahahat even mehehehehehean?!” Atsushi cried, doing everything he could to try and get away. “I dohohohohon’t hahahahahte – you’re just tihihihihickling me, and I’m reheheheheally ticklish!"

“Yes, so I’ve surmised.”

As with many things within the agency, Atsushi had no idea how he’d wound up in this situation. One minute he was organizing some papers that Dazai had left unkempt on his desk, and the next the man himself waltzed in murmuring something about ideas and experiments and needing to test something and, well…

“Gah! Dahahahahahazai, no, not thehehehehere!” Atsushi pleaded, giggling helplessly and with increasing panic as his senior began to make his way down and around to his stomach.

“Ooh, ticklish tummy? It makes sense; you are a cat, after all~”

“I’m a tihihiHIHIHIHIGER!! AHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE, DAHAHAHAHAZAI!!”

“Aha! This is a good spot, huh?” Dazai chuckled, ignoring his begging. “Tickle, tickle, little Atsushi~”

“WHY AHAHAHAHARE YOU DOHOHOHOHOING THIS?! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SO MUCH – DAHAHAHAHAZAI!!”

At that moment – blessedly – Kunikida walked through the door.

“Dazai! What are you doing to him now?”

“KUNIKIDA!! HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHEHE!! PLEHEHEASE – AIIEEEE!!” With a loud yowl, Atsushi’s knees gave out and he started to collapse, but Dazai reacted quickly and kept him upright, finally stopping his assault.

“All right, I think I have what I need now.” He patted his partner on the back. “Way to hang in there, Atsushi.”

The weretiger scrambled away from him, hugging his torso defensively, blushing furiously under Dazai’s beaming smile and Kunikida’s confused frown. “W-Why did you do that? I wasn’t doing anything to you! I was minding my own business.”

“Well, I’ve wondered how ticklish you are for a while,” Dazai replied thoughtfully, as though this were a more serious matter. “And you happened to be alone, so I jumped at the chance to find out! I also wanted to collect some data for a certain someone~” He winked, and it made Atsushi nervous.

“Wait…who, exactly?”

Dazai strolled to the door and opened it, preparing his head start as he replied, “Why, Akutagawa, of course. Who else?”

Then he bolted.

Atsushi was flying out the door behind him in an instant. “Dazai, you jerk, don’t you dare tell Akutagawa about this! I’ll never live it down! Dazai!!”

4.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“I hate you!” Akutagawa screamed, flailing his arms, kicking his one free leg. He glared up at Atsushi as the weretiger sat on his waist, giving him a curious look.

“Is it really that bad?” he asked.

“Dazai, let go of me!” the raven-haired man demanded, trying to kick the aforementioned man away, but Dazai merely held onto his ankle and smiled at him, cancelling his ability and leaving him helpless all in one fell swoop and looking not at all bothered by the position he was putting his former protégé in.

“Weretiger!” Akutagawa tried again, growing more panicked by the second. “Don’t you even think about touching me, you son of a b-eyaaaaaah!!”

Atsushi’s brows went into his hairline at the uncharacteristically high-pitched screech he pulled from his rival just by gently prodding into his ribs. The usually angry-looking member of the Port Mafia had his teeth clenched against a wobbly smile, tiny giggles trapped in his throat, and the young detective decided right then and there that it was the best thing he’d ever seen in his life.

“Wow, you’re that ticklish?” Atsushi asked, genuinely interested, but the question only seemed to rekindle the fighting fire within Akutagawa.

“I hate you! I hate you, I hahahahahate you!” His rival looked mortified at the sounds coming from his lips now, but both of them knew he couldn’t help it anymore. “I’ll kihihihihihill you for this! You will dihihihihihihie! Gahahahahahaha!” Akutagawa bucked his hips, arms pressed to his sides, though it was a useless attempt to stop Atsushi’s dancing fingers along his ribs and stomach. “Quit it! Leheheheheheave me alohohohohone! Dazai!”

Dazai chuckled. “What are you yelling at me for? I’m just making sure you don’t actually kill him, that’s all.”

Akutagawa looked enormously embarrassed and infuriated at the same time. “Ahahahahaha! Weretiger! Stohohohohohop it this instahahahahant!”

Atsushi took in his rival’s huge smile, reddening cheeks, and helpless giggles and decided he couldn’t bring himself to allow this moment to end so easily. “Hmm…maybe if you actually call me by my name I’ll think about it,” he said, pressing his fingers in deeper between the grooves of the darker man’s ribcage. “What do you say?”

Akutagawa tossed head back and absolutely cackled, kicking his free leg, shaking his head. “I hahahahahahate you!”

Atsushi couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, I know. That must be why you’re laughing, right?”

5.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“Now, that was interesting,” Atsushi said, staring at Akutagawa, beginning to smirk a little. “What was that noise you just made?”

Akutagawa glared at him and shoved his hands in his coat pockets. “A noise of annoyance, of course. You’re irritating me, weretiger.”

“Annoyance? I don’t think so.” Atsushi was full-on smiling now. “Sounded to me like you squeaked because you’re tic—”

“It was not a squeak,” the dark-haired man snapped, turning his back on his rival. “And I am not ticklish.”

Atsushi hummed, springing forward, but Akutagawa had been anticipating him and whirled around to block his attack and start up a sparring match all over again. The detective laughed. “If you’re not ticklish, why are you trying so hard to stop me, Akutagawa?”

“I don’t want your hands on me at all, no matter the context.”

“I’m landing blows on you and you seem perfectly okay with that.”

Akutagawa let out a yell and summoned Rashomon to finally get Atsushi away from him, then charged forward and tackled his rival to the ground, pinning him there. Unfortunately for him, Atsushi quickly shifted into his half-tiger form and used his heightened strength to hook a leg around his hip and roll them over so he was the one on top, and then—

“Gahk!” Akutagawa choked on a surprised cackle, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth and pushing Atsushi’s chest with the other, eyes suddenly wild. “Get off me, you blasted – aha! No!”

“Come on, just admit it,” Atsushi giggled, fingers kneading gently into his ribs. “You are ticklish.”

“I’m – dang it, weretiger, leheheave me alone – nohohohohoho!” Finally Akutagawa dissolved into helpless giggles, squirming under Atsushi’s touch, cheeks flaming red. “Get ohohohoff! R-Rahahashom-AHAHAHA!! No, okay, nonono—”

Atsushi’s eyes lit up. “Oh? Is here a good spot?”

Akutagawa clenched his teeth against the flood that threatened to burst from him, struggling to fight against the overwhelmingly ticklish sensations emanating from just under his bottom ribs, near his sides. “Mhmhmhm! I h-hate – hahahahate you! Don’t – GAH!! Please!”

The way the dark-haired man looked right now – his face, his smile, his frantic movements – all of it made Atsushi’s heart skip a beat in way that both surprised and was foreign to him.

Whatever. He could overanalyze it later. For now…

“Tickle, tickle, Akutagawa~” He teased, kneading deeper into that spot, finally earning an explosion of actual, honest-to-god laughter from the grumpiest man he’d ever met.

Akutagawa let the curses fly, but he couldn’t even summon Rashomon with as hard as he was laughing now. Instead he resigned himself to the only thing he could do. “NOHOHOHO!! PLEASE, WEHEHEHERETIGER, DOHOHOHOHON’T DO THAHAHAT!! PLEASE – GYAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

Atsushi just smiled, letting the sound of his laughter fill the air and warm him up from the inside out.

6.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

“Well, someone’s grouchy,” Atsushi mumbled, rolling his eyes. He pulled out his phone and checked his messages for the millionth time. Still nothing from Dazai, of course. What was taking him so long? He wouldn’t be surprised if the man was already here, just watching the two of them from some hiding spot.

Akutagawa scoffed. “I’m irritated because I’ve been forced into close proximity with you for the last twenty minutes waiting for Dazai, whom you claim is ‘on his way’. Except I’m beginning to think he’s not coming at all and you’re just wasting my time.”

“I don’t know what’s taking him so long! I swear he just likes to put us together to make us suffer.”

“Suffer?” Akutagawa looked at him strangely. “Yes, I suppose you must.”

Atsushi frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Sitting right beside me yet knowing any attack on your part would be futile must make you suffer indeed.”

“I don’t care about that. We have no reason to fight each other. At least, not right now.”

“Hmm.”

Atsushi glanced at him, at the way he sat relaxed in his seat, one leg crossed over the other, arms across his chest, not a care in the world. Something Dazai had told him sprung to mind then, and though he tried to suppress it, he suddenly found that curiosity was indeed about to kill this cat. Well, tiger.

“Besides,” Atsushi spoke again, turning to pounce on Akutagawa before he could react, “I do have an attack that might work on you, if Dazai’s word is anything to go by.”

Akutagawa’s hands grasped Atsushi’s wrists so hard it hurt, but the weretiger was already wiggling fingers into his ribs, and giggles were already starting to sputter out of him whether he liked it or not.

Dazai!

“S-Stohohohop,” the mafia member growled through tiny chuckles, squirming in his seat, but Atsushi was sitting in his lap now – a compromising position should anyone see them like this – and he wasn’t going anywhere. “Weheheretiger! Enohohough!”

“I don’t believe it,” Atsushi marveled, his voice so awestruck Akutagawa knew he was genuinely surprised, and that only made this worse. “You are ticklish! Dazai was right!”

“I’ll kihihihill you!” Akutagawa snapped, trying his best to glare with a wobbly smile on his face. “Dehehehehesist at once!”

Instead, Atsushi smiled right back at him. “What was that you were saying about suffering, Akutagawa?”

From his hiding spot nearby, Dazai smirked at the two of them, enjoying listening to his former protégé’s reluctant giggles while his current mentee looked at him with open endearment.

He decided they could stand to wait for him for another few minutes.

7.) Lee Atsushi, Ler Akutagawa

“Stohohohohohop!” Atsushi’s voice was whiny, but the hint of desperation within it didn’t overshadow his panicked elation at being stuck in this position. “A-Ahahahahaku, plehehehehease!”

Akutagawa merely smirked at him as he once again attempted to grab his wrists. It was amusing that the weretiger hadn’t yet learned that getting anywhere close to his tickling fingers would only make Rashomon tighten his hold, stop him in his tracks. Or perhaps that was the fun of it for the detective. His cheeks were certainly pink enough and his smile was certainly genuine enough to indicate he was having fun despite his pleading words.

Atsushi frantically flexed his fingers, trying to grab the air around Akutagawa’s hands, trying to stop him. It was no use. Rashomon held him just far enough away that he was within reach of bringing an end to his ticklish agony yet not able to do anything about it.

“If you want me to stop so bad, then make me, weretiger.” Akutagawa’s words were cold, to the point, teasing. He chuckled at the whine Atsushi let slip. “Break through my defenses if you’re so desperate, you pathetic weakling.”

The mafia member had learned in his few times tickling his adversary that teasing of all sorts worked on the detective beneath him, including the mocking kind. Sure enough, Atsushi arched his back and flexed his fingers even more, trying to do something – anything – to stop him. Instead he collapsed back on the ground and surrendered to his laughter, limbs going weak. Rashomon began to pull his arms further away from his torso, leaving him more vulnerable than before.

Akutagawa plunged a finger into his navel.

Atsushi’s hands flew down yet again.

Rashomon halted him just an inch away from his tormentor.

“AHAHAHAHAHAKU!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” the detective screamed, laughter pouring out of him in wave after wave of unbridled, terrified joy. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!!”

“Can’t take it? Too bad.” The raven-haired man shifted out of his straddle and braced himself with one hand by Atsushi’s white hair that had gone wild in his thrashing, grinning wickedly down at him, still wiggling that single finger that was spelling out his victory tickle by careful, deliberate tickle. Atsushi stared up at him, wide-eyed and afraid, but also – somewhere deeper in his gaze – daring him to continue.

Akutagawa leaned in close, their faces just inches apart, Atsushi’s laughter filling the space between them. The detective was blushing furiously, and his rival couldn’t get enough of it.

“You’re all mine now, weretiger.”

8.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

Usually, the fact that Akutagawa wore his coat at all times – indoors or outdoors, no matter how hot it was – bugged Atsushi. The man had to be sweltering; surely it couldn’t be healthy to roast alive like that. But these days, as it was getting colder outside and the leaves were beginning to fall from trees, the weretiger could appreciate the commitment.

“Hey,” he said, getting the darker man’s attention. Akutagawa glanced at him, a bored but listening expression on his face. Atsushi held out his hand. “Come here. Snuggle with me.”

Akutagawa blinked. He hesitated. That was another thing Atsushi knew was difficult for him – physical affection. But he knew if he just waited a minute and let him get over his internal hurdles on his own, he’d eventually give in.

Sure enough, after almost a full minute of silence, Akutagawa sighed and scooted over to him on the couch, barely batting an eye when Atsushi dove under his coat, wrapping what little fabric he could around himself, soaking up his lover’s warmth.

“You can just admit that you’re cold,” Akutagawa muttered, allowing Atsushi to climb into his lap and rub his cheek against his chest. “Stupid weretiger.”

“I like cuddling with you,” Atsushi replied, wrapping his hands around the executive’s waist, daring to slide one hand beneath his shirt and along the skin of his back. “You’re warm.”

Akutagawa sucked in a sharp breath, tensing, hissing a warning, “Weretiger.”

Atsushi lifted bright, excited eyes to him, letting his nails drag along the sensitive skin of the backs of his rival’s ribs. “I also like seeing you smile. You haven’t all day, you know.”

Strong hands gripped Atsushi’s shoulders, Akutagawa’s arms shaking as he focused his energy on not laughing. Still, a wobbly smile turned the corners of his mouth upwards. “Don’t—” Then a tweak to the space between his bottom two ribs made him jerk and let out a giggle beyond his control, and his shy dimples finally came out from hiding. “Aha! A-Atsushi!”

Atsushi let up on his tickle attack but continued to hug Akutagawa even closer, trying to absorb him from sheer force of cuddling. “It doesn’t count as snuggling if you don’t do it back.”

“Idiot,” the executive managed through a shaky breath, forcing his limbs to relax. He knew the detective would let him be if he just reciprocated the affection he was receiving. He wrapped his arms around Atsushi’s shoulders and breathed in his scent, burying his nose in his white hair. “You are such a catboy.”

More giggles spilled out of him uncontrollably as Atsushi got him back for that comment.

9.) Lee Akutagawa, Ler Atsushi

Akutagawa never took off his coat, and he had good reasons for that. The first and foremost of which was the fact that without it, he couldn’t use his ability, and was thus helpless in every way. He hated being helpless. He never wanted to feel out of control.

With Atsushi, however, he’d started to feel safe. Safe enough to remove his coat when it was just the two of them, the better for them to get even closer.

Big mistake.

“You son of a—”

Atsushi pressed a finger to his lips with a smile. “Ah-ah. Watch your mouth.”

Akutagawa glared up at him, cheeks red with embarrassment. He struggled in his kind-of boyfriend’s firm grip, but even if he hadn’t been using his tiger’s strength to keep him down, Aku doubted he’d have been able to get away.

“You’ll pay for this, weretiger. Mark my words.”

“Oh, I know. It’s worth it, though.” Atsushi beamed sweetly at him dragging one of his claws from Aku’s armpit down his ribs and side to his waist, pausing there for dramatic effect before going right back up again.

Aku pressed his lips together defiantly, shaking his head even as his body trembled from the soft touch. He let out a breath when Atsushi paused at his upper ribs, only to choke on his next inhale when the weretiger began scribbling into his armpit in earnest.

“Shihihihihihit! Weretihihihihiger!” Akutagawa cackled, a helpless smile on his face now. He tried rolling away, but Atsushi’s knee was there to stop him, and then he was well and truly trapped beneath his monster of a not-boyfriend.

Atsushi giggled with him. “You’re so cute when you’re trying to hold back on me. You know this tickle, tickle, tickles~ Just let it out, Ryu~”

“H-Hate—!” Aku let out a short bark of laughter when Atsushi began gently pinching the skin of his underarm between his claws. The mafioso arched his back and laughed miserably at the insanely ticklish feeling, wishing upon every star in the sky that he’d kept his coat on. “Hahahahahate you, weretihihihihiger! Gahahahahaha!”

Atsushi gave him the sweetest, most heart-melting smile in his arsenal. “Love you too, Ryu.”

10.) Lee Chuuya, Ler Dazai

Chuuya had his head thrown back in absolute hysterics, and it was without a doubt the most beautiful thing Dazai had ever seen.

“Stop!” The redhead wheezed, flailing his arms uselessly in the direction of Dazai’s hands, which were latched firmly onto his thighs, kneading into the inner parts of them with relentless precision. It had taken a lot of trial and error and screamed curses from Chuuya for the detective to find the spot that reduced him to helpless laughter, and now that he’d found it, he wasn’t about to let up.

Dazai smiled sweetly at him, knowing he couldn’t really see. “But you look good like this.” Still, he lightened his touch enough to allow his partner to gasp for breath, his face having turned a dark crimson.

“Please,” Chuuya rasped, sucking in air like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. There were mirthful tears in the corners of his eyes when he lifted his head to look pleadingly at Dazai. “Please, no more! I’m way too ticklish there—”

Dazai smirked, went back to his earlier ministrations, and watched with satisfaction as Chuuya fell right back into his earlier position, screaming with laughter for a few moments until it went silent again.

After another couple of minutes, the detective finally showed mercy and let up on the harsh tickling, switching to light scribbling along the tops of his thighs near his hips instead, and Chuuya caught his breath even while still giggling like a child.

“Having fun yet, chibi?” Dazai asked teasingly, laughing himself when the redhead attempted to glare at him.

“Hahahahahate you, you sahahahadistic bahahahastard,” he managed, squirming, trying to roll onto his side and get away.

Dazai hummed. “Sounds like chibi didn’t learn his lesson…”

“No, wait! I learned it, I learned it!” Chuuya screeched, jolting upright and grabbing onto Dazai’s shoulders. “Please—”

This time, the detective silenced him by closing the distance between them with a tender kiss.

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Falling For the Devil [Part forty-two: "The Argument in the Hotel Room"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: Matt and you make it back to your hotel room after dinner, both of you angry from the conversation you'd had.

You find it very hard to control your body and not become aroused by Matt's anger.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 3.9k

a/n: This is a smupdate where y'all begin to see a bit of what I call Feral Matt (you see him fully in part 52 but Feral Matt comes hand in hand with consequences in our Big Angst arc). Hopefully you enjoy a little angry Matt smut in this one! You can find the entire list of installments for this series on tumblr here. And if you're enjoying the series, please let me know!

With a huff you swiped the keycard through the reader on the door, gritting your teeth when you’d realized you’d swiped too fast and it beeped back at you. Your grip tightened around the handle of your luggage as you tried again, very aware of Matt behind you. You could practically feel the frustration radiating off of him.

This was certainly not how you’d pictured your evening with Matt going after the over six hour first half of your trip you’d just completed. And as you pushed the now unlocked door handle down harder than necessary, you’d regretted indulging Matt’s line of questioning about your ongoing investigation into Wayland Corporation and Heinrich Backman over dinner. You’d finally told him that one of your co-worker’s sources had a lead on a particularly interesting and powerful investor in Wayland and that you, during work hours two days before you and Matt left the city for your trip, had gone off to meet with a representative of said powerful investor for an interview under the guise of a false article you weren’t really working on. And Matt, ever the stubborn and overprotective superhero vigilante boyfriend that he was, had gotten absolutely pissed at you for not only not telling him about the meeting, but also the fact that you’d gone without Daredevil nearby to protect you.

You were still gritting your teeth together as you tugged your luggage in, holding the door for Matt to follow in behind you with his own suitcase. The muscles in his cheeks were jumping as he ground his own teeth.

“You need me to help lay out the room for you?” you asked him, trying hard to push the edge out of your voice.

Matt effortlessly made his way further into the room, setting his luggage to the side of a nightstand beside the bed. For a moment he didn’t respond, just continued to run a hand repeatedly through his hair which was quickly becoming a mess with his irritated actions.

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you shook your head and made your way past the bed to the other side. You deposited your own suitcase next to the nightstand and out of the way. Even if you were currently angry with Matt, it’s not like you wanted him to trip over your luggage.

“What I need,” Matt snapped, breaking the tense silence, “is for you to be honest with me.”

Squaring your shoulders, you spun on your heel to face him. Both of you were standing on opposite sides of the bed, the queen-sized mattress acting as a buffer.

“Honest?” you shot back. “Matt, I wasn’t lying about anything to you! I’ve been keeping you updated about the entire investigation except for that one little detail because I’d been busy getting everything ready for our trip! And you were busy at the office with Foggy that day! How is it being dishonest when I told you everything at dinner when you asked about it?"

“It shouldn’t have taken you so long to tell me at all!” he growled back, his voice rising. “We just spent hours in a car together doing nothing but talk and you never said a word until I asked you about it!”

“Well excuse me for not wanting to bring up a topic that I know causes tension when we have an almost thirteen hour road trip for Christmas together!” you snapped.

The corner of his left eye was twitching, his nostrils flaring as he glared back at you in frustration. He’d shrugged out of his coat, leaving him in those form fitting gray tee-shirts he always wore. You couldn’t help but notice the way the fabric hugged his muscles as his chest and shoulders heaved. It wasn’t fair that he was so distractingly sexy–even when he was pissed at you.

“You shouldn’t have gone when you did,” he continued, voice lowered to something oddly dangerous. “You should have called me first, at the very least.”

“And what?” you asked bitterly, taking a few irritated steps around the bed towards him. “Told their assistant that I had to reschedule our appointment to a time that was convenient for Daredevil to chaperone me?”

Matt’s eyes narrowed, his intimidating form stalking around the bed towards you, stopping just feet away. He towered above you, nostrils still flaring sharply as he gazed back down at you. The hair on the back of your neck rose, but oddly not from fear.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he ground out. “Obviously you wouldn’t tell them that and I’d be nearby, not out in the open. You know I don’t want anyone finding out your connection to me,” he replied.

“Won’t be hard to recognize,” you said sharply, “if Daredevil is always hanging around my interviews.”

His lips twitched downwards, head canting to the side as his hands flew to his hips. He was shifting back and forth on his feet before you, tongue frustratedly swiping over his lips a few times. Your eyes were drawn to the movement, your breath briefly catching in your throat. Matt froze almost instantly, all of his frustrated movements coming to a stop. You watched as his eyes narrowed towards the bed, his head tilting further to the side.

Soon, his attention was shifting swiftly back towards you with furrowed brows. “Are you actually getting turned on right now?” he asked, his tone a mix of irritation and confusion.

“No," you quickly denied.

His face scrunched up for a moment as he studied you. As if it would help, you crossed your arms over your chest. But you couldn’t stop your gaze from raking over the way his shirt clung to his tensed muscles.

“Yes you are,” he countered. “I can practically taste your arousal in the air, sweetheart.” He shook his head, laughing humorlessly. “Here we are discussing something important–me worrying about you making some poor decisions that could end up getting you hurt–and you’re just thinking about sex?”

Face turning red, you threw your hands in the air. “I can’t fucking help how my body reacts to you, Matt!”

Spinning on your heel in a huff, you took a step away from Matt and wished this hotel room had an adjoining room for you to go and cry in privately. Except it wouldn’t be private because Matt would hear you–and probably taste the salt of your tears in the air. Unfortunately you didn’t get far before Matt’s hand roughly caught your wrist, drawing you to an abrupt stop.

“Let me go,” you shot over your shoulder.

He took a step closer to you, only inches away from the back of you. His hand was still holding your wrist in a grip that was just shy of being hard enough to actually hurt. With the way he was looking at you, you couldn’t control the goosebumps that rose along your skin.

“Is that what you want me to do?” he asked, his tone low. “Or do you want me to yell at you some more? Tell me sweetheart,” he said, almost spitting out the pet name in his anger, “do you enjoy watching how worked up I get over your safety?”

Your breath was quickly coming in short. “What?” you asked in a small voice.

Before you had time to register what was going on, Matt had you pinned to the wall. He was holding both of your wrists above your head, the front of him so close to yours that you could feel the heat radiating off of his body. Your cunt ached noticeably at the sight of Matt’s angered and hungry face before you.

“You should have told me about that interview,” he snapped. “Should have given me a chance to be there if something went wrong.”

Your eyes narrowed at him in curiosity and confusion. He was sending you mixed signals, continuing to argue with you while you thought he’d been switching gears and trying to fuck you. What the hell was this?

“I was fine,” you reiterated. “Nothing happened to me.”

“You don’t think they’re not going to look into that article and find out it's not real?” Matt shot back. “Don’t think they won’t then begin looking into you? Find out who you are? Realize you were the journalist who outed Figureoa?”

“Alright, I get it,” you ground out, tugging against his hold on you. “Now knock it off, Matt.”

His hands immediately released yours, but he continued to block your path. There was a coy smirk sliding onto his lips as he gazed down at you, one that was doing things to your body that you weren’t currently thrilled about. Of course he’d be able to turn you the fuck on during an argument–was there anything this beautiful man couldn’t do?

“Move,” you ordered him.

He shifted sideways, allowing you to storm past him. You were rubbing at your wrists as you headed to the opposite side of the room towards the empty desk and the window. This was definitely not how you foresaw your trip going.

“You want me,” he called after you. “Can’t deny it sweetheart. I can taste how wet you’re getting.”

“You know, that’s not helping,” you snapped back.

“Clearly it is,” Matt mused, his voice getting closer, “because you’re getting wetter the angrier you get.”

You spun back around, mouth open as you were about to deny his claim, but he was suddenly right there. He was still smirking down at you, too.

“You’re being very–”

His mouth slammed hard into yours so forcefully you stumbled back a step, your ass bumping into the desk behind you as he cut your sentence clean off. There was absolutely nothing sweet and loving about how he was kissing you either–he was biting and growling and lapping mercilessly into your mouth. You could barely catch your breath, your own hands frantically tugging at his hair, yanking him closer to you in a wave of frustrated desire that you’d never experienced before.

He roughly picked you up and dropped you onto the desk behind you, forcing your legs apart as he slotted himself between them. Breaking away briefly from your mouth, he grinned down at you.

“I’m being very what, sweetheart?” he goaded, breath coming in hard.

Breathing hard yourself, desire and irritation still both coursing through you, you shook your head. “Stop arguing,” you ground out.

Without hesitation, your hand that was still fisting his hair roughly tugged his mouth back down to yours. You could feel the brief smile on his lips before he kissed you back with that same raging intensity he had only moments ago. His hands were focused on undoing your pants, moving swift and clumsily as he focused on kissing you. A moment later he broke away from your mouth, panting hard as he sharply yanked your jeans and underwear down your legs simultaneously. Your own hands reached down, gripping the hem of his shirt and ripping it up and over his head. Brain too focused solely on your need for Matt, your mouth dove forward, biting at his abominable muscles as your hands landed back on his hips, nails digging in. Matt hissed out a sound of pleasure above you, the sound encouraging your tongue to slip out and slide along his muscled, bare skin. Both of his hands were in your hair, gripping the strands tight as he let out a low moan when your tongue swiped just above the waistline of his pants. You could feel the twitch of his muscles beneath your tongue, the feeling drawing more wet heat between your thighs.

As you began frantically unbuttoning his jeans, his hands slid down to grip the hem of your own shirt. He tugged it over your head just after you’d gotten his pants unzipped. After he tossed your shirt aside, you were unclasping your bra while he was peeling his pants and boxers off of himself. As usual, your eyes were instantly drawn to his hard cock, every intention of taking him into your mouth and watching him fall apart, but the moment your hands were on him, his own hands halted yours.

“No,” he said, shaking his head and placing your hands on his hips. “That's not how this is going to go, sweetheart.”

He nudged your legs open wider and slipped between them. His left hand snaked its way up your thigh, one of his thick fingers lightly dipping inside of you. Your body shuddered on the desk, knees shaking against Matt’s body.

“Mmm,” he hummed, satisfied. “You definitely enjoyed that argument more than you should have.” His finger slipped back out, hand grabbing his cock and rubbing it along the slick of your entrance while you fought the tremble of your lips. “You like seeing me that protective over you? Is that it?” He slid just the tip of himself inside of you and you gasped out, hips begging for more. "Is that why you were getting so worked up?"

“Maybe,” you whispered.

His eyes narrowed, the very tip of him still just sitting inside of you. You shifted your hips again, bucking them towards him. You needed more of him. Instead, his hands came down hard and held your thighs firmly to the desk, keeping you still.

“I meant what I said,” he told you sternly. “You’re going to tell me when you’re involved with that organization, sweetheart. Whenever you're interviewing someone. Chasing down a lead. You're going to tell me so I can make sure you stay safe.”

“Matt, I don’t– fuck ,” you cried out, eyelids sharply closing as he entered into you fully in one swift thrust.

“You will or I won’t fuck you,” he shot back. “You want me, sweetie?”

“Yes,” you answered instantly.

“Then promise me,” he almost growled, face lowering towards yours. “Promise me you’ll tell me everything about your investigation into Wayland whenever something comes up. Promise me that you will let me help you, that you’ll let me keep you safe."

You were squirming against him, desperate for him to do more than just fill you. Your nails were clawing at his skin as you tried to buck into him yet again, but Matt remained still and immobile as he stared down at you expectantly.

“Yes, Matt, yes, I promise,” you ground out in a frustrated whine. Your hands tugged impatiently at his hips. “Fuck, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t think you’d be this upset.”

One of his hands released your thigh, fingers gently grabbing your chin and tilting your face up further towards his. “I take every threat to you seriously, sweetheart," he told you, tone dark and dangerous. "Of course I was going to be upset."

“Alright, I’ll–I’ll tell you first thing when I get another lead,” you replied quickly. "Any-any time I get something new to check out," you promised.

"Good," he growled.

His mouth was back on yours, kissing you fiercely before either of you could say more. When his hands landed on your waist, his fingers dug deep into your bare skin before his hips finally began to move. Without preamble or any build up, he frantically pumped into you. Your hands helplessly tried to find purchase along the muscles of his naked back as you moaned out, eyes closing at the feel of him finally moving inside of you.

You'd been next to him all day in the car, unable to really touch each other for hours, and even you could tell Matt was just as riled up over that as he had been over your arousal. With the way he was grunting and thrusting into you so resolutely, you could tell he'd been desperate to touch you, too. That he had needed this just as much as you did right now.

Matt's head shifted, coming to bite your shoulder, pulling your skin between his teeth. You moaned out, turning your head to give him room as his lips began kissing the skin afterwards. He was still rapidly pumping into you, the desk repeatedly slamming into the wall loudly behind you with each thrust. You were too far gone to even think if there were people in a nearby room listening to the way Matt was roughly fucking you. You didn’t even care.

“I made you a promise,” Matt said firmly, his pace unwavering. “I told you I’d always do whatever I had to–” he broke off on a moan, head falling back over his shoulders for a few seconds as your nails raked down his bare back. “I–I promised,” he continued, his head rolling back forward, teeth gritted, “that I’d do whatever I needed to to keep you safe.”

“I know, baby,” you whispered, eyes closed.

With a grunt, he picked you up from off the desk, eliciting a surprised yelp from you as you clung to him. His cock remained inside of you, your cunt continually squeezing him in a desperate plea for him to continue fucking you. Matt was muttering curses at the feel of it as he walked you to the bed, eventually coming to rest your back along the edge of it. He repositioned your legs along his shoulders as he stood at the edge of the bed, one hand holding each of your ankles as he gazed down at you. You bit your lip at that hungry look on his face.

“I don’t care how pissed at me you get,” he ground out, “I’m keeping that promise. No matter what .”

Immediately he began thrusting into you again with a fierce pace, your hands roughly fisting the hotel sheets beside you as your head flew back along the mattress. With this new angle, his cock was striking that spot deep inside that was causing flashes of white to dance across your closed lids. A series of breathy, needy whines fell out of you as you held tight to the sheets.

“Fuck, Matt,” you whimpered.

“Not so fucking angry now, are you?” he countered roughly, though his own voice sounded strained.

Forcing your eyes open, you gazed up at him from the bed. He was gritting his teeth, hands clamped tight around your ankles as he slammed his hips into your body over and over. His dark brows were furrowed together like they often were when he was focused on fucking you.

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back.

Instantly you saw his eyes narrow before he sharply buried his cock so deep inside of you that you screamed out, eyes momentarily closing in shock. When they reopened, he was grinning down at you, but you were too stunned to speak.

“That’s what I thought, sweetheart,” he replied cockily.

You didn’t really even care to argue back with him right now. Not really sure what it was about Matt’s cocky, overprotective attitude tonight, you found yourself quickly about to fall over the edge of your climax. Hips rising from off the bed, your head flew back along the mattress again as your eyes snapped shut.

“You fucking like this, don’t you?” he asked.

“I thought I said,” you began, voice light and breathy as you almost hit that peak, “to stop arguing.”

One of his hands released your ankles only to moments later land on your clit. Touching you just right, you entirely lost it on the bed below him. Your hips quaked against Matt as he moaned out in response, your cunt clenching his cock. Eyes rolling back behind your closed lids, you cried out a curse into the hotel room. His hand left your clit a few moments later, instead landing hard on your ass with a sharp smack that sounded throughout the room. His fingers dug into the flesh there as his hips began clumsily ramming into you, his cock twitching inside of you. As a lightheadedness began to wash over you, you felt Matt’s warm release fill you, his pleased rumbling groan filling the air around you.

He proceeded to slowly thrust into you a few more times before his hips finally came to a stop. Your eyes opened slowly, trying to come back down from your climax. You could see the light glisten of sweat along his skin as he slowly slipped out of you, releasing your legs carefully to the floor. Running a hand over your forehead, you tried to recover from whatever had just happened. A minute ago you’d been yelling at each other, and now your body was feeling pleasantly light post-orgasm.

“What was that?” you asked him curiously, slowly sitting up on the bed.

Matt was running his own hands through his hair, his shoulders heaving. “You tell me,” he panted out, shooting you a little smile. “You’re the one who got aroused from an argument.”

You felt heat rise to your cheeks, your gaze dropping to the floor. “I told you I can’t help my reaction to you,” you mumbled, embarrassed. “Even when you’re apparently pissed at me.”

Matt walked over, coming to sit on the bed beside you. “Hey,” he whispered, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him, “I’m not–not pissed at you,” he began, still trying to catch his breath. “I just…I don’t want to see you get hurt. Okay? I love you and I can’t even imagine if something were to ever happen to you. I wouldn’t–”

You saw his eyes snap shut, brows pinching together. His lips twitched and you saw his throat bob as he swallowed roughly. Pulling him into yourself, you held him as he burrowed into your neck.

“I can’t let anything happen to you,” he whispered into your skin. “Not you.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “I’ll tell you next time.”

For a moment you just sat there together, holding each other naked and silent. Your head eventually lowered onto the top of his, eyes closing.

“So that was our first argument,” you muttered.

“Yeah, it was,” Matt murmured. “I’m sorry I yelled, sweetheart. Even if you did seem to enjoy it.”

You laughed lightly above him, eyes still closed. “I have to admit, that was the most satisfying argument I’ve ever had,” you told him.

“I won’t argue with that,” Matt agreed.

“You sure?” you countered cheekily. “Because if you did, maybe that could be the most satisfying argument you’ve ever had.”

The pair of you burst into a fit of hysterics on the bed together, Matt laughing loudly beside you. The sound eased any worry you might’ve had after that argument.

When the laughter subsided, your gaze dropped to the carpeted hotel floor. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," you whispered. "I didn't think you'd be this upset. I was planning to tell you after the entire Christmas trip because I didn't want to potentially cause problems. I'm not trying to hide things from you, Matt."

"Sweetheart," he began slowly, "when it comes to dangerous people like Backman, you need to be careful. Everyone you talk to about them, or anyone involved in the company you speak with, it's all being kept track of. I'm honestly a bit worried about the fake article. They're not stupid, sweetheart."

"No, but articles fall through all the time," you countered. "Ellison already corroborated a story with me about how a different piece took precedence and we're tabling the other article for now. After Christmas I'll be emailing them with a sort of consolatory message about it. They won't even think twice."

Matt sighed heavily, shifting so his head was resting along your shoulder. You leaned your head back atop his, your gaze once again on the hotel floor.

"I hope you're right," Matt whispered.

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Through the Night | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: Fluff

AU: Established Relationship

Wordcount: 3.3k

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, mentions of sex, a little making out. Also it’s this Jungkook and I’m not sorry.

Rating: PG-15ish?

A/N: This wasn’t meant to be this stupid long. This is the same couple as the one in Hold My Hand, and I have a list of different moments planned out for them. This ended up being like three of those moments in one. (You don’t need to read it first, but I’d love it if you did) This is the second thing I’ve written in over a decade and I’ve never been really good at writing physically intimate moments so this was a challenge for me. Please go easy on my babies. As usual, thank you to my loves @gimmethatagustd and @chryblossomjjk for not only beta reading but continuing to encourage me to keep writing. and Kiki for fixing my grammar bc I’m still very rusty. I love you both an obscene amount. As always, let me know what you think. A lovely little like and/or reblog are greatly appreciated, especially as I get back into this crazy writing world. thank you & I love you. 💜💜💜

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You hate storms. Absolutely hate them. You love the rain, though. The background noise of it as it helps you fall asleep or even helps you focus on tasks. You just hate what tends to come with the rain: thunder.

While you find lightning to be fascinating, and can watch it for hours trying to figure out where its starting point is, you prefer it when it’s as far away as possible. You count the seconds before you hear the deep rumbling of thunder, sending you under the covers in fear.

That’s exactly what’s happening tonight. The rain is coming down hard. The wind is too strong, making you feel uneasy in your apartment on the 15th floor. Your roommate, who is usually your safety blanket, is currently out of the country for work. This left you alone and unable to sleep in the dark, that sometimes becomes blinding light from the lightning being overhead. The thunder is almost deafening, rattling the windows.

You turned on your projector, casting light across your room to look like the northern lights, in an attempt to get lost in the colors and calm down. But it wasn't working. You’re on the verge of a horrific panic attack. You can feel it, and you subconsciously grab your phone. You can’t call your roommate because he’s on a plane and you can’t call your mother because the time difference is horrible. You scroll through your contacts until you land on his name.

You’ve been dating for a little over five months now, and it feels pretty serious. No “I love you's'' have been exchanged and the intimate moments were still relatively safe, but he calls you his and he is yours. But you didn’t want to scare him away with your irrational fears, and definitely didn’t want him to see you when you could barely control your anxiety. Not yet at least. He’d seen you panic over things you deemed reasonable to panic over like large crowds, people suddenly yelling, or receiving worrisome news. But you managed to contain the panic over the things you deemed unreasonable like fireworks, placing or receiving the wrong food order, the sheer idea of taking the subway alone, or in this case, thunder.

You also didn’t want to admit to him how his voice was the most calming thing you’ve ever heard. How all you have to do in a situation that makes you anxious, is just make him speak about literally anything. That makes your heart rate lower almost instantly, as you focus on the beautiful cadence of his voice to distract you from the overwhelming surroundings. You aren’t ready to admit that to him because you don’t know if he would find it creepy or not.

You are about to scroll away from his name when, in rapid succession, your room lights up white. Not even two seconds later your entire building shakes, causing you to jump and scurry back under the blankets, trying to remember your breathing exercises. After a moment, finally getting your heart rate down just enough, you hear a voice muffled from under your pillow. Your eyes widen, praying you didn’t actually do what you did and he didn’t actually pick up. You grab your phone, turn it over slowly, and see your call screen with Jungkook’s name at the top. You immediately hang up the phone in a panic.

Not even ten seconds later it starts ringing again. You let it go to voicemail, but it just starts ringing again, whilst getting messages asking if you were okay. You know Jungkook enough to know he isn’t going to give up. Letting out a heavy sigh, you take the phone under the covers with you and answer quietly.

“Hello?”

“Y/n, did you just call? Is everything okay?”

“Uh…oh, did I? Sometimes I text in my sleep and I- I guess I accidentally…called…you…?” You try your best to sound convincing, fumbling over your words while pulling at the threads in your blanket. “I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

He lets out a groggy laugh. “You’re a terrible liar, y/n.”

“Shut up…it was an accident, okay? That’s all it was. Go back to sleep and I’ll see y-“

You’re cut off by another round of bright light, surrounding your room with bone rattling thunder. You let out a curse and clutch the phone closer to your ear, as if that’s going to help drown out the thunder.

“Y/n? What happened? Are you okay?“ He sounds so genuinely worried and you hate lying, to him especially, so with a shaky exhale you try to explain it as quickly as possible.

“Ihatethunderandthestormispassingabovemybuilding. Danny isn’t home so I’m alone and scared andIjustwantedtohearyourvoice.” You squeeze your eyes shut, one hand clutching your phone and the other gripping the blanket still over your head. You prepare for the taunting, or to hear the line go dead, for several moments before you hear movement and the sound of keys on the other end. “Jungkook? What are you doing?“

“Is the passcode to get into the building still 0413?” He inquires and you hear a door close and an engine rev.

“Yes…but - Kook, you’re not coming over.”

“Yes I am.”

“No you’re not.”

“But I already am.”

“Then turn back around and go back to bed. You’re not coming over at 2:30 in the morning. You had a long day, go home.”

“I have had enough sleep to come over. It’ll be fine.”

You huff, throwing the blanket off you and sitting up, snapping into what he titled Brat Mode whenever neither of you could agree on something, but refused to give up. “You know arguing with me is never going to end well. I will win. Every time.”

“And you know arguing with me will result in you up against a wall begging me to show you why you’re wrong.” He chuckles at your immediate silent response, knowing how flustered you get at the mention of anything sexual. It was killing him that he couldn't see how red your cheeks were right now. Realizing you still haven’t said anything after a minute or two, he checks the phone to make sure you were still on the line as he pulls out of the parking garage of his complex. “Whether you like it or not, y/n, I’ll be there in 27 minutes. Try to get some rest until I get there, okay?”

“…Okay…,” you mumble softly. “Thank you…,” you whisper before hanging up. You tuck your phone back under your pillow and bring the blanket back over your head to hide away until your savior arrived.

You’re not sure how long it’s been, because you were finally able to fall asleep with the knowledge you weren’t going to be alone. But you were jolted awake with a harsh crash of thunder. You couldn’t move, which terrified you more. Your fight or flight instincts kick in and you try to thrash out of whatever it was that is holding you down. It’s not working and the hold only gets stronger and tighter, but this time is followed by a worried voice in your ear. “Fuck, what the hell, y/n calm down it’s me. It’s Jungkook!” The last sentence ends in a light yell while you continue to thrash, panic flooding every fiber of your being. “Hey, focus on me, y/n I’m right here.” His left arm comes out from under your pillow and he maneuvers to hover over you; his weight on the left arm and the right hand leaving your waist to cup your face. “It's me. I'm here. You’re okay.” He murmurs over and over, searching your eyes for any recognition of him. It takes a few more moments before your eyes finally lock with his. It is like something clicks in your mind and you become frozen.

”…Koo…?” You murmur softly, bringing both your hands up to cup his face, verifying he was real. With that verification, your eyes immediately well up and begin threatening to spill. His right thumb, still glued to your face, begins wiping away any tears that succeeded in escaping as he presses his forehead to yours. “You’re here…,” you trail off, lightly bumping your nose to his and trying to smile, even though your unreasonable brain wants to burst into tears and your lungs are straining to get any air in or out.

He lets out another small laugh, giving you your favorite beautiful smile with a scrunched-up nose. “Yeah, sweetheart. It’s me. I’m here. What happened there, huh? I told you I was coming over.” He whispers, leaning in to kiss your cheeks where he had just wiped the tears. “I probably should’ve woken you first, but you were finally asleep and I didn’t want to wake you. I’m sorry, bug.”

“S’okay…” you yawn, stretching out underneath him before wrapping your arms around him and bringing him down to you fully. He snakes his arm back around your waist and rolls onto his back, letting you rest against him. Tucking your face into his neck, you smile and inhale deeply, wanting to find comfort in his entire being, but are met with a different smell entirely. Pulling your head back away from his neck, you look down at his sweater. “Why are you wearing Danny’s clothes?” You scrunch up your face at the smell. It wasn’t a bad smell, your roommate’s smell was fine and was actually the smell that brought you the most comfort. At least until you met Jungkook, then it became the second.

The boy under you just smirks, moving your hair out of your face. “I forgot an umbrella, so the brief run to the car and then to your building, soaked my clothes. And I figured Danny wouldn’t mind me borrowing some sweats since he’s not here. Why?”

“You just smell like him. It’s weird.”

“Weird?”

“Yeah. Like, I know it’s you here with me, but you smell like someone else and it’s throwing me off. I don’t like it.”

“I can take it off if it’s really upsetting you. I don’t mind sleeping naked.” His offer sounded so serious, as if he was really concerned, but his facial expression said otherwise. He was fully teasing you, getting his wish to see your flustered cheeks like he wanted to earlier. You open your mouth in shock and look anywhere else but towards his gaze, ending up on a piece of the hoodie that you were already clutching. “Would that be better? That way you just smell me?” He adds with a big grin across his face, tongue playing with the metal ring around his bottom right lip.

You shake your head vigorously. “No no, it’s fine. I’ll get over it. It’s fine.” You rattle off, still clutching onto the hoodie. But he ignores you, sitting up and grabbing the bottom of the hoodie to start taking it off.

“No no, the princess can’t stand the smell. Therefore we must get rid of it posthaste! Before she bans us from ever returning to the castle.” He announces in the most dramatic fashion as he pulls the hoodie off, remaining in his own shirt. “I’ll just use the princess’ body heat to keep warm during this terrible storm. I’m sure she won’t mind.” He jokes, laying back down to wrap his arms around your laughing form again, tucking your head back where it belongs, in the crook of his neck. “There. All better, my princess?”

You force yourself to contain your laughter and sound as monotonous as possible, “No. I like Danny’s smell better. Put it back on, you stink.”

“How very dare you! After I traversed the dangerous outside elements to come and be by your side in your time of need, and this is how you treat me? The disrespect! The audacity!”

You finally burst into laughter as he begins to tickle your sides, wheezing and trying to stop him by rolling away, only ending up with him back on top of you. He loved to tickle you, but you were still anxious from the storm and laughing to the point of wheezing, which always ended in you hyperventilating. You tapped both hands on his chest almost in a panic.

“Koo, too much, please. Too much. I can’t - I can’t breathe.” Your eyes start welling up again and he stops immediately, leaning down to kiss the space between your eyebrows.

“Okay, too far, I’m sorry. Breathe, bug. Breathe slowly.” He coaches your breathing for a few moments until you’re steady again. He is still above you, looking down at you like you’re his whole world. And you are. He knew it the second he met you and learned your name that you were going to be the one he would always want in any timeline in the universe. You were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, proving to you and the universe that you were his reason for being. His gaze travels from your eyes to your lips, to the steady breathing from your chest, back to your eyes, and then finally landing back on your lips. He mumbles something about how you have no clue what you mean to him before deciding to just give in and press his lips against yours, moaning into the kiss immediately. Your breath hitches and it takes a second before you shut your eyes and kiss him back with the same amount of desire, tangling your hands in his hair as his own hands drop from your waist down to your hips, gripping them tightly and pressing himself down into you.

You two stay like this, hands roaming each other while he stays slotted between your legs. Your lips connected, only separating for air, or for him to trail down your neck before coming back to your pillowy lips. As if he could never get enough of them. You smile into the kiss, your hands reaching down toward his sweatpants. One of his stays firmly on your hip and the other under your shirt, slowly creeping up your stomach. Just as you were about to reach the promised land, a clash of thunder rumbles through your room, reminding you both why your boyfriend was here in the first place. You flinch at the noise, causing Jungkook’s creeping hand to retreat immediately out of reflex, learning not to touch you when you are uncomfortable. He looks down at you with wide eyes, hoping he didn’t do anything wrong, moving his other hand off your hip and onto the bed out of caution. “You okay, bug? Did I do something?” His voice shakes and you can’t tell if it is from the lack of air from making out, or his concern of hurting you.

“No, you’re fine. I’m fine. The thunder. I forgot about the thunder.” You choked on a small laugh out of embarrassment, covering your face with your hands. “I’m sorry. We can continue…if you want.”

He sighs, looking towards the window that displayed the city, the beautiful lightning dancing around the sky. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before getting off of you to close the blinds. When he returns, you expect him to crawl back on top of you and finish what you started. Instead, he crawls behind you, pulling your back flush against his chest, snaking an arm around your waist, and hooking a leg in between yours. He nudges your ear with his nose, kissing behind it before murmuring “Nah, it can wait. I’d rather have you on edge because of me and my tongue rather than the storm.” He practically counted down to when you gasped and watched your cheeks redden for what felt like the millionth time tonight. It was getting frustrating for you that he had this hold over you just by mentioning anything sexual. So you said fuck it and tried your best at responding in kind.

“But don’t you need…I don’t know….help? With this?” You tried to sound as innocent as possible as you rolled your hips back against his crotch. His hand left your stomach, immediately gripping your hip in place against him and huffing into your ear.

“Don’t.” Got him.

“Don’t what?” You ask sweetly, tilting your head back to try to get a better view of him.

“Y/n…I’m trying to be the good supportive boyfriend that comforts you through storms. Not the boyfriend that completely ruins you and makes you mine over and over again.”

Don’t let him win, y/n.

“What if that’s the boyfriend I want?” You tried to roll your hips again but his grip only tightened further.

“Then you’re shit out of luck, bug.” he tries to sound stern, but you weren’t completely unsuccessful with the last hip roll. It was taking everything in him not to buck his hip forward.

You huff and lay your head back down on the pillow, facing away from him. “Maybe I should find a new boyfriend then…” you mutter softly, clutching the blanket closer to you.

Jungkook’s jaw tightens and you feel his death grip on your hip release. His hand slides up past your waist, over your forearm, past your shoulder, and across to your throat where he lightly wraps his hand around it, bringing your head closer to his face. You knew you did it. You made him snap. Jealous Jungkook will always be the way to go if you want to win. You can feel it and you’re excited. However, instead of crushing his lips onto yours or attacking your jaw with aggressive love bites before completely ruining you, he kisses your temple, your cheekbone, the crook of your neck, ending on your shoulder blade before he takes a deep breath. “Y/n, it is almost 4 in the morning on a Wednesday. You have work in the evening and I cannot consciously allow you to go tired and sore. So behave.” He threatens before lightly biting down on your shoulder.

You let out a defeated whimper, making him giggle. “You suck.” you sound like a fucking toddler about to have a tantrum.

“I know. Now go to sleep, princess. I’ll be right here all night…or morning…” he let go of your throat, wrapping his arm around your waist again, this time tugging you back to him a little harsher to serve as a ‘my decision has been made’ move. You mumble an okay and a goodnight before getting comfortable and closing your eyes, happy to be wrapped up in his embrace.

It’s completely silent except for the rain, the now distant thunder, and both of your slow breathing when Jungkook opens his sleepy eyes and looks down at your resting face. You look so happy and it overwhelms him thinking it’s because of him. He’s the reason you feel safe in someone’s arms. He’s the one you called when you were scared. He’s the one that gets to hold your hand, kiss you, and touch you. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and leans in to kiss your temple. He hesitates there for a few seconds before finally whispering “I love you, bug. So much. I hope that’s okay.”

He places another gentle kiss and settles back down, closing his eyes, beginning to drift off to sleep while thinking of better ways to tell you when you were awake. Except you hadn’t fallen asleep yet. You heard him and you were struggling to control your breathing and the desire to turn around and verify what he just confessed. Instead, you waited a few moments that felt like an eternity until you were able to control your lungs long enough to form two sentences.

“It’s more than okay. I love you, too, Koo…” you whisper it so softly you weren’t sure if he heard it or if he was even still awake, until you felt him stiffen and his grip on you tighten. Neither of you said anything more, just basked in the love you both had for one another and finally having it out there. You drift off to sleep with a big smile on your face. Suddenly storms aren’t so horrible if it means having the person you love there by your side.

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haii bean !!! I wanted to bully kotoko request some funnies and sillies :) could you please write a drabble with amane and yuno (and anyone else) annoying kotoko . i feel like amane and yuno would go :3 and kotoko would go >:T… ofc feel free to ignore/dlt this :3

LOL of course! I'm sad I've become the Milgram Bully but I'm glad to give the boys a little break 😂 Thank you so much for the request, it was really fun getting back into the swing of writing with this! (also wooooo it's getting me so hyped for Deep Cover!!) Out of everyone, those two could definitely get away with :3-ing Kotoko to no end...

“Thirty-five, thirty-six, thirty-sev--”

“Hey, Kotoko?”

“Thirty-se, er, thirty-eight...”

“Kotoko?”

“Thirty- uh…”

“Hey, hey, Kotoko?”

She rolled onto her back, having lost count of her pushups. “Yuno.” Her voice was even between heavy breaths. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Actually, I can see you need a break, and I’m happy to provide one!”

With a grunt, Kotoko sat up to face her. Yuno smiled down, her eyes sparkling with... something. Amane stood nearby, looking just as suspiciously sweet.

“What do you two need…?”

“We’re here to join you,” Amane said. “We wish to work out.”

“Oh? You’ve never been interested in exercise before.”

“Well, you yourself have motivated us to get stronger.”

“I’m pretty sure you just got bored…”

“Of course not! We’re committed!”

Kotoko studied them with a harsh look. They smiled innocently back. She narrowed her eyes. They widened theirs in anticipation. She leaned back. They leaned forward.

Yuno clasped her hands together. “Come ooon~ It’ll be fun having workout buddies! I’m a very hard worker, and you’ve seen how well-behaved Amane is. How bad could it be?”

Very, apparently.

She started with some stretches to get them warmed up. It was impossible to get them to focus, or hit the right positions, or stop giggling. Kotoko tried to tell them about breath control, but they seemed more excited to chatter on about everything under the sun.

“I’ve always thought of stretching like this and being a famous dancer,” Yuno said. “Like a ballerina…” She did a little set of twirls. Kotoko tried to tell her not to do anything to crazy before they’d warmed up, but she just kept on spinning.

Amane’s eyes lit up. “I’ve always wanted to be in a marching band. They’re like dancers, a little bit!”

“Ooh, you’re right! I could never be so uniform, though, I want to do my own thing… like an idol or something!” Yuno did another set of moves. No one was following Kotoko’s perfectly timed toe touches anymore.

“I guess we can get started…”

There was just as much dancing when they began jumping jacks, despite the fact that there were only two very clear positions to hit. Yuno wanted to do sets that traveled around the room, then ones that turned rapidly around in a circle, then ones that turned really rapidly in a circle. She and Amane made themselves dizzy with it.

Kotoko decided a good, grounded activity would serve them better. They took turns holding each others’ feet and counting situps. Yuno got distracted easily, delving into nonstop conversation whether she should have been counting, watching, or doing the situps herself. She’d use her hands to talk, letting go of whoever she was meant to stabilize. Amane, on the other hand was practically a drill sergeant the way she tried to keep the others on pace.

“Eight! Nine! Ten!”

“Amane, I think you’re supposed to count when I sit up, not force me to keep up with you…”

“Well don’t be so slow about it, and you’ll stay in time. Let’s go! Eleven! Twelve!”

“Ack!”

Kotoko rubbed her temples. Maybe adding some equipment could keep them busy?

Jumping rope brought new struggles. Yuno spend ten minutes trying to recall a schoolyard rhyme to jump rope to, and teach it to Amane. They both encouraged Kotoko to join in, but she was jumping at a faster rhythm. That became impossible as their chanting filled the room. Moreover, none of them could stay in their own space. There were about five rope tangles before Kotoko decided to call a break.

(She didn’t exactly know what they needed a break from, they’d hardly done anything.) The girls seemed happy to sit down and chat, though. Kotoko reluctantly passed her protein shake over as they asked to try it. “One sip…”

She covered her mouth, deep in contemplation. Maybe these exercises were too easy. It was too easy to get distracted out here in the common area. They’d be forced to buckle down and focus on something more taxing, right?

She jabbed a thumb over her shoulder. “After this we’ll head over to my cell, okay? I have a bar installed for pull-ups. It’s tricky, but you have to start somewhere.”

“Hmmmm…” Yuno tapped a finger to her chin. “I’m not sure about that. You know… I think you were right. I think we were just bored. Well!” She clapped her hands together. “I guess we’ll stop bothering you now. Bye!”

Amane joined her for a curt bow. “Thank you for your time.”

Kotoko blinked after them. “Er, but…!”

Just like that, they were gone.

She released a long breath. She picked up her shake. It was empty.

#milgram #kotoko yuzuhira #yuno kashiki #amane momose #LMAO thank you so much for the request!!#sorry for the wait but dont worry - the thought was tickling me the whole holiday break asdfds #kotoko seems the type to be Very strict and structured about her routines #she cant fathom not following the proper forms and practices #so to have the two prisoners associated with 'i just want to have fun' and 'is it okay if i just have fun' would completely throw her off #😂😂😂#also thinking of that minigram where yuno steals her shake asdfds #rip kotoko - she knows no peace surrounded by all those sillies........#es at least gets to sleep between trials but kotoko gets no break from their nonsense -_-#DEEP COVER THUMBNAIL THIS WEEK #<- she is so so normal about it!!!!!#drabbles

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rainisawriter · 7 months

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To Be Family – Yamato (PSF #2)

Ficography

Genre: Halloween, fluff, family

Prompt: Family, Friends, Loved Ones (@flufftober)

Word Count: 4,594

Pairing: First Person, Yamato, Hisako

World: High&Low

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I blinked, watching as a young girl tugged her father down the sidewalk. Their destination was the pumpkin patch where they would choose the perfect pumpkin for carving a Jack-o-lantern. She giggled happily as she ran down the rows, searching for the perfect one. Her father followed slowly, a loving smile on his face.

Family… that’s what they are. They’re a family.

That’s something I never understood. I’ve been on the street since I was a small child, abandoned by the people who brought me into this world. Despite everything, my life wasn’t as hard as one might think.

There was a community of homeless people that lived under the train tracks and they were kind. They had nothing and yet they were still willing to offer the shirt off their back to help someone else. I didn’t really understand that, either.

Not having a family never really bothered me. After all, if they were willing to leave me on the side of the road, there’s no telling what they might have done if they had chosen to keep me. That was fine with me. I learned to survive on my own. I didn’t need nor want a family.

I’ll admit, though, that my resolve tended to waver around the holidays when families were out in droves. It was at this time that I liked to people watch, observing how kids act with their parents and vice versa. They often came in many different forms. Some kids clung to their parents while others acted as if it burned to be near them. Some families were constantly bickering while others had only nice things to say.

It made me wonder what kind of relationship I would have had with my own parents. Would we have gotten along or argued over everything? Would they want to spend time with me during the holidays? Would my father bring me to the pumpkin patch before taking me to pick out my costume?

I couldn’t say for sure, but something at the back of my mind told me he wouldn’t. It was obvious they didn’t want a child, so going out of their way to take me out for the holidays probably wasn’t even on the table.

The wind picked up and I could feel the air becoming moist as rain approached. I pulled my jacket tighter around my body though it did little to provide warmth – it was far too thin and full of holes. No one even spared me a glance as I walked down the street toward the homeless camp.

In this city, though, that was a good thing. Though there are plenty of normal folk around here, the city is overrun by gangs and thugs who believe the law is there just for them to break it. The cops don’t get paid enough to care, either, and several of them are in the pockets of the more established gangs.

Being invisible meant you were safe and being invisible was something I excelled at.

Thunder rumbled overhead as rain began to fall from the gray sky. It was like ice against my skin and I picked up my pace. The bridge was still pretty far away and I knew there was no way I would make it. The rain was steadily falling harder, soaking me to the bone.

I darted to the overhang of a nearby store, pressing my back against the building to try and avoid the rain. I hugged myself tightly, trying to control my shivering.

The bell above the door chimed as it was opened, an older woman appearing in the doorway. She opened up her umbrella before leaving the safety of the store and I stepped back just in case I was in her way.

The movement caught her attention, dark eyes glancing at me. “Oh, do you not have an umbrella?”

I shook my head.

“I can take you home, then,” she offered with a warm smile.

“I don’t want to bother you…”

“It’s no bother at all.”

I hesitantly stepped closer until the purple umbrella covered us both. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Just call me Hisako.”

I nodded.

“Lead the way, dear.”

“Okay.” I started to slowly walk, not wanting to go too fast and leave the safety of the umbrella. As much as I loved the rain, I wasn’t too fond of being in soaking wet clothes.

A gust of wind blew across the street and I shivered, goosebumps rising up across my skin.

“Hold this for a moment, won’t you?” She held the handle out to me and I took it from her, watching as she pulled off her brown jacket. Before I could protest, she draped it around my shoulders.

I wasn’t sure what to say, feeling surprised and confused by the gesture.

Hisako just smiled softly at me. “I don’t want you to catch a cold. Go on, put it on properly.”

I handed the umbrella back to her before slipping my arms into the sleeves. It was warm and smelled faintly of her perfume and lavender, smells which tickled my nose when I breathed in too deeply. “Thank you.”

It wasn’t long before we reached the tracks. Several tents had been set up beneath it, squeezed in close together to make room for everyone. Graffiti covered the stone pillars holding up the bridge and trash littered the area.

I stopped a few feet away, knowing how weary everyone could be around strangers. “Thank you for walking me home. Here is your jacket.” I started to pull my arms out but she shook her head, a frown on her lips.

“Keep it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t relieved that she was willing to let me keep it. It was much warmer than my own and didn’t have any holes in it.

“Do you really live here, hun?”

“Yeah. I have for several years.” I shrugged a shoulder, turning my gaze to the group huddled around an oil drum. They had thrown paper into it and lit it on fire for warmth.

The homeless camp mostly consisted of middle aged to elderly folk who fell down on hard times and simply couldn’t get back up. I was the youngest member of the camp and, thankfully, they had been willing to look after me.

They didn’t go out of their way or anything, but they always made sure I got fed and wasn’t sick or injured. I’ll always be grateful to them for it because they didn’t have to look after me, they chose to. I realize it’s probably just pity but that’s okay. I’m still thankful towards them.

“Where are your parents?” She inquired softly.

“Dunno,” I shrugged again, putting my hands into the pockets of the jacket to warm them up. “My mom got married but her new family wasn’t fond of me so she left me on the side of the road. She promised to come back but it’s been… three years? I don’t know who my dad is.”

“I’m sorry…”

“It is what it is. Thank you again, Hisako-san.” I bowed to her politely before leaving the safety of the umbrella, jogging over toward the safety of the camp.

Takashi was eyeing the woman wearily, his arms folded over his chest. He was the pseudo leader of the camp, making sure no one did anything that could jeopardize the others. He was a hulk of a man, standing at six feet tall with a large gut.

“Who’s she?” He grunted when I got close.

“She walked me home because it was raining,” I explained to him, moving closer to the fire.

“You know it’s against the rules to bring outsiders here. It puts us all at risk.”

“I know. Im sorry, boss…”

Takashi hummed, stroking his messy beard. The streaks of silver stood out against the thick black hair, looking like tiny lightning bolts. “Don’t be naive. Humans are rarely kind unless it benefits them in some way. To the outside world, we are a mere stain they wish to be rid of. Never forget that.”

I frowned at the flames, my hands balling into fists inside the pockets. “Right…”

“Now go get changed out of those wet clothes before you catch your death. Matsumoto managed to catch some fish today. They should be ready soon.”

“Yes, sir.” I bowed my head to him before heading over to my tent. It was tattered and old, handed down by one of the others when they managed to get their hands on a better one. There was barely enough space for one person and I was sure it was made with a child in mind.

I was always cramped when I slept, part of my body hanging out the flap. Between that and the uneven ground below it, I always woke up with a sore back and a crick in my neck.

I reached for the black bag in the corner of the tent, pulling out a change of clothes. They weren’t clean by no means but at least they were dry. After struggling with the lack of room, I headed back outside.

“There ya are, kiddo!” grinned Matsumoto, showing off his missing teeth. He held up a thin metal rod, showing off the fish that sat on the end, nearly charred black from the flames. “Look! We’re eating good tonight!”

I couldn’t help but smile at how proud he was. He spends most of his days trying to catch fish for us but he’s not a very good fisherman. Most days, he just returns with apologies and promises to do better next time. It’s nice to see the rare moments when his hard work and dedication pays off.

I settled down beside him, taking the rod with a smile. “Thank you, Sumo-san.”

“Of course! Eat up before it gets cold.”

Truth be told, I didn’t like eating whole fish like this. It just felt wrong to me and I was always nervous that I would accidentally eat the bones and choke. It’s something I witnessed in the first week I was here. The guy eat the entire fish whole while barely chewing and he ended up dying because a bone got stuck in his throat.

I was only fourteen at the time, so it’s something that’s always stuck with me.

Beggars can’t be choosers around here, though. We’re lucky to be eating fish and not half rotten food found in a dumpster so I won’t complain.

I smiled at the older man. “It tastes great. Thanks for your hard work, Sumo-san.”

“Of course, kiddo.” He smiled warmly, throwing his arm around my shoulder. His eyes appeared more glassy than they had been a moment ago. “We’re family. We gotta look out for each other because no one else will.”

I nodded slowly, unable to hold back the frown that tugged at my lips.

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A yawn passed my lips and I shook my head to try and wake myself up. I leaned my head back against the tree, looking at the darkening sky from beneath the bare branches. It was probably about five or six in the afternoon so I knew I needed to be heading back to camp soon. I was getting hungry, anyway.

I yawned again as I jumped down from the tree, scaring the couple that had been walking by. I sent them an apologetic bow of my head before heading in the opposite direction. I made it halfway without issue, but it was rare not to see some shit going down in Sword.

“Come on, don’t you wanna share with us, baby?” A guy licked his lips as he spoke, making the young girl in front of him back away in disgust.

“No, thank you,” she replied politely before trying to step around him but he blocked her way. His friend stepped up behind her, trying to pull the plastic bags from off of her arm. She had clearly just returned from shopping.

“You can’t just go walking around with food that smells that good and not share. It’s mean.”

Takashi always taught me not to get involved in the affairs of others and, for the most part, I listened, but these were just two bit thugs. It’s not like they were members of Sword or anything. The girl didn’t really seem like a fighter, either.

Clicking my tongue, I took a few steps toward them. “Yeah and trying to force someone to do what you want is also mean.”

The man’s eyes fell on me, narrowing. “Mind your own business, brat.”

“You’re in public, bro,” I sent him a deadpan look. “It’s the business of whoever the hell happens to be unfortunate enough to hear your disgusting voice.”

His friend snickered at the insult which only seemed to make him angrier. He stalked over to me, fists clenched and his top lip pulled up like he smelled something foul. “This is your last warning. Piss off.”

I glanced at the woman, meeting her worried brown eyes, before glancing back at him and straightening my back. “Nah, I don’t think I will.”

He cooked his fist back, aiming it for my face but he was slower than Takashi was, making it easy for me to dodge. I grabbed his wrist tightly and spun around, forcing his arm to twist along with me. My foot slid in front of his and he tripped, falling face first onto the ground with a grunt, his arm still twisted in my grip.

When he tried to push himself up, I put my foot between his shoulder blades and narrowed my eyes at his friend who had slowly begun to advance.

“Walk away or I break his arm,” I ordered, twisting it more so he would cry out in pain.

He swallowed, looking between me and his fallen friend before slowly backing away. I waited until he was a good distance away before turning my attention to the guy beneath me.

“Learn not to be such a prick,” I muttered, pressing against his back again before finally releasing him.

He scrambled to his feet, clutching his shoulder and glaring daggers at me. His eyes flickered to something behind me before widening and he turned on his heel, taking off down the street.

“Naomi!”

I glanced over my shoulder to see a hulk of a guy running toward us. He was as tall as Takashi but he was young and fit, his clothes tight against his muscled body. Now this was someone I knew I couldn’t fight.

He came to a stop in front of the woman, panting from the run. “Oi, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Yamato.”

He scowled at her, eyes narrowed. “I told you not to come to this side of town, didn’t I? This is outside of Sannoh’s territory!”

Sannoh? My eyes widened, a feeling a concern settling in my gut. Sannoh was one of the five leading gangs of the Sword district and their fighters are strong as hell.

“Don’t scold me like a child, idiot!” She scowled back. “Greeninny’s is the only store in Sword that sells pumpkin spice and I need it for the cookies.”

I slowly stepped back, keeping my eyes on him should he choose to attack. Getting mixed up with Sword is not something I wanted or planned to do. Unfortunately for me, he noticed the movement.

His dark eyes narrowed at me, shifting so that his large body acted as a wall between me and her. “Who the hell are you?”

“She helped me,” replied Naomi, trying to push him out of the way but he didn’t budge so she stepped around him instead. “Thank you for your help. My name is Naomi and this big oaf is Yamato.”

Yamato grunted, his eyes falling to the jacket I was wearing. His brow furrowed as he took a step forward. “Oi, where the hell did you get that?”

I took a step back, body tense as I prepared to flee. “None of your business.”

“Like hell it’s not my business,” he snapped, easily closing the distance with his long legs.

I dodged the hand that tried to grab me, turning and darting into the alleyway behind me.

“Yamato, stop! What are you doing, you dumbass?!”

The alleyway wasn’t very wide so his large body slowed him down, allowing me to put some distance between us. As soon as I cleared the alley, I darted to the left, slipping through an open door just as he turned the corner.

The owner looked at me strangely before returning to his task of sweeping the floor, something I was grateful for.

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I squatted down in front of the pumpkin patch, gently resting my finger atop a small pumpkin plushie that sat in front of the fence. It was barely bigger than a baseball with a stem that curled to form a perfect circle. It wasn’t even that expensive, but it was still more than I had.

Even if I did have enough, it would be a foolish purchase.

The needs of the many outweigh the desires of one.

That’s what Takashi would say, I knew. As badly as I wanted the cute little thing, I knew what little bit of money I had should go towards food for the camp. That was a need, not a desire.

I hung my head, sighing sadly. I tapped the little plush on the head. “One day, little guy… one day I’ll be able to bring you home. I hope you’ll wait until then.”

I stood up, suddenly feeling as if someone was watching me. I quickly scanned the area with narrowed eyes, but I saw no one looking in my direction. Everyone was minding their own business as they searched for the perfect pumpkin. I rubbed the back of my neck, shaking my head to try and rid myself of the feeling before heading off.

Using the eight bucks I had gotten for helping a woman clean her gutters, I was able to get a small bit of food for the camp. It honestly wasn’t a lot, especially considering how many of us there were, but it was better than nothing. Hopefully, Sumo-san was able to catch some more fish, as well.

Thunder rumbled overhead as I stepped out of the store. As I tilted my head back, I felt tiny drops of cold rain pelt my face, the sky filled with dark clouds. I tugged my jacket tighter around my body, lowering my head before starting toward the rail bridge.

Lightning streaked across the sky, a group of girls crying out in surprise when thunder clapped loudly. They rushed inside as if the sky itself was about to swallow them alive. The jacket Hisako had given me was made of leather so it did a good job of keeping my upper half dry. I couldn’t say the same for my pants and shoes, though. Nothing worse than wet socks.

The rain suddenly stopped hitting me, the pelting sound of rain filling my ears. I blinked, glancing upward to find an umbrella covering me.

“You’re gonna get sick, idiot.”

I whirled around, wide eyes staring at Yamato in surprise. I stepped back when I realized how close he was, my body tensing up as he quickly followed, keeping the umbrella over us both.

“Will you knock it off?” he scowled, grabbing my arm so I couldn’t exit the safety of the umbrella.

“What do you want from me?” I demanded, eyes narrowing at him. “I didn’t touch your friend so just leave me alone.”

“I know that.”

“Then what do you want?”

“It’s not what I want, it’s what that damn old lady wants.”

“Huh?” I tilted my head in confusion.

He motioned toward the jacket with his free hand. “That jacket belongs to my mom.”

I folded my arms over my chest protectively. “I didn’t steal it.”

“I know. My mom gave it to you.”

“Your mom?” my brow furrowed. “Hisako-san is your mom?”

“Yeah. She sent me to find you. Come on.” He started to walk in the direction of the rail bridge but I didn’t move, watching him with a frown. When he realized I wasn’t following, he scowled and jogged back over to cover me with the umbrella again. His lips parted but I cut him off.

“I understand. She probably regrets giving it to me, it seems expensive.” I started to shrug the jacket off but he put his hand up to stop me.

“She doesn’t want the jacket back, idiot.”

I frowned. “What does she want, then?”

“Ask her yourself,” he muttered, jerking his head in the direction of the camp.

I slowly started forward, unable to relax with this man towering over me. I could feel the strength radiating off of him and knew I would be royally screwed if he decided he wanted to fight me. And with the level of sanity Sword members have, they don’t even need a reason to fight you. They will just because they can.

Not only that, but I knew Takashi wasn’t going to be happy about strangers coming to camp. He was going to scold me for sure, and his lectures were brutal.

Hisako was sitting around the fire with Takashi when we arrived. Rather than the tension I expected, they seemed quite relaxed and even appeared to be enjoying each other’s company.

“Oi, I found her,” called Yamato as we stepped under the cover of the bridge, allowing him to shake the water from the umbrella before closing it.

The older woman smiled warmly when she saw me, standing up from her chair. “I hope my bratty son wasn’t too rude to you.”

“Who’re you calling bratty?” scoffed the male, sending her a scowl.

I glanced at Takashi for any indication of why she was here but his expression remained neutral as he watched us. “Um… not to be rude, but, why are you here?”

“Well,” Hisako glanced at Takashi who nodded. “I would like to give you a place to live.”

“Hah?” I replied quickly, flooded by disbelief and confusion.

“I’d like to adopt you.”

Why, I wanted to ask, but I chose not to. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ll have to decline. This is my home and -”

“No, it’s not.” Takashi stood up, folding his arms over his chest. “This ain’t no place for a kid. Hisako-san is offering you a chance to have a normal life, to not turn out like us old timers. You’re gonna take it.”

“What? No, I -”

“I’m not asking. From this point on, you are banned from this camp. This is no longer your home.”

“But…” I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to feel.

Takashi’s gaze softened as he approached me, taking me by the shoulders. “It’s rare to get a second chance in life. When it’s presented to you, you have to take it. Don’t let this chance slip away.”

“I can’t just leave,” I sent him a pleading look. “What about you? What about Sumo-san and everyone else? What about -”

“We are all adults that ended up here because of poor choices. We’re adults and can take care of ourselves. You’re just a kid -”

“I’m not a kid,” I scoffed in annoyance. “I’ll be seventeen this year and -”

“And you’ll let this nice lady provide you with a stable home, as you deserve.”

“Taka-san…”

He smiled, ruffling the top of my head with his large hand. “You’ve been here long enough. Go live your life. Find the happiness you’ve lost. We’ll still be here, waiting to hear about everything you accomplish.”

I swallowed hard, throwing my arms around his waist and burying my face in his chest. “Thank you… for everything. I’ll come see you soon, I promise.”

Takashi chuckled, hugging me back tightly. “I know you will. Go be everything we failed to be, kiddo. Make us proud.”

“I will. I’ll work hard and, one day, I’ll come back with a place for all of you.”

He chuckled again, squeezing me before gently pushing me away. “Get outta here.”

I frowned at Hisako. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

She smiled warmly, reaching up to rest her hand against my cheek. “I’m positive, dear. Let’s get you home and into some dry clothes.” She took me by the hand, leading me toward her son.

I glanced back at Takashi but he had already turned his back to me. I didn’t miss the faint trembling of his shoulders.

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I stared in the mirror, readjusting my clothes with a frown. Today was my first day of starting at my new high school and I was feeling nervous about it. Last time I was in school was at the start of middle school and I didn’t really fit in.

Would it go the same way?

There was a knock on my bedroom door before Yamato entered. “Oi, you ready? You’re gonna be late.”

I released a shaky breath as I nodded, glancing at my reflection once more before grabbing my messenger bag. It’s only been two weeks since I started living with Hisako and her son, but it already felt like home. She was so kind and loving toward me, something my own mom never had an affinity towards.

Yamato was rough around the edges, but he had slowly begun opening up to me. I’ve always wanted an older brother and he filled that role perfectly. I’m still not fully convinced that he approves of his mother’s choice, though.

He threw his leg over the bike, turning the key and revving the engine. I sat behind him, arms tight around his waist so I didn’t fall off. As we got close to the school, the other students looked at us in surprise. Most of them walked to school or took the bus and I doubt any of them came to school on a motorcycle driven by a hulk of a man wearing a leather jacket.

Probably not the best first impression…

The bike came to a stop and I climbed off, clutching the strap of my bag. “Thank you, Yamato-san.”

He rolled his eyes, sending me an annoyed look. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop being so formal?”

“Once more, Yamato-san,” I smiled, quoting our favorite movie.

His lips twitched up at that, amusement in his dark eyes. “Yeah, yeah.”

I bowed my head and started toward the school, trying to ignore the stares of the other students. I only made it a few steps before he called out my name.

I turned, barely managing to lift my hand in order to catch the object flying toward my face. I blinked down at the tiny jack-o-lantern Keychain.

“I was gonna get you the big one,” admitted Yamato, rubbing the back of his head. “But it was sold out when I went to the pumpkin patch. That’s all they had left.”

I cradled it to my chest, offering him a genuine smile. “I love it, thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome… sis,” he smiled back, revving the engine before taking off.

I probably looked dumb, standing there with a goofy smile as I clutched the Keychain to my chest, but I didn’t care. It was the first time in my life that I actually felt wanted and… well, it was a really good feeling.

Thank you, Hisako. Yamato.

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first rescue

Inspired by this post by @elitadream , with whose art I’ve become mildly obsessed.

The context I’ve gathered so far from @elitadream ‘s posts: Mario and Luigi fell into the Mushroom Kingdom from Brooklyn and have no way home. Mario eventually gets a job as Peach’s guard and saves her from Bowser, getting seriously hurt in the process. At a certain point, Mario ends up having living quarters in the castle.

The post I’m using as inspiration calls this ‘the first rescue’ so I’ve actually set it before Mario gets his job as a guard—you’ll see. That post also mentions Mario having ‘incredible strength’ so I kind of…went places, but that’s down to my personal taste and headcanons. If anything here is offensive to OP, I’ll take it down immediately and apologize.

I hope that’s everything covered? I hope y’all like it.

The chain chomp was bearing down on them and there was nowhere to run. The little alcove that had been so sweet and private for her morning meetings minutes ago was now a death trap, leaving her only exit blocked by the wild, barking creature ahead of her. Toads had scattered around the garden, frantically trying to get out of its path and find a way to stop it, calling for reinforcements from the armed guards.

She tried to back away and stumbled over the iron chair she’d just been sitting in, landing hard on the grass below, and that was really all the beast needed to focus its attention on her. She raised an arm over her face as the chomp got closer, cringing away from the oncoming danger, too terrified to even scream.

Was her end really going to come like this?

But then—where she expected blinding pain as the chomp tore into her, there was none. Instead there was a sudden, sharp metallic sound as the chain chomp abruptly stopped in its path, barks cut off by its own surprise. For a moment, she wasn’t even sure what had happened, but as heartbeats passed with no injury, she opened her eyes. She peered around her arm and realized that the chomp’s eyes were rolling with confusion as it strained against whatever was holding it back. Her arm trembled and buckled beneath her, sending her down to her elbow, and when she looked up again she could see who her savior was.

Mario had hold of the chain chomp’s chain, feet planted firmly in the ground and digging holes into the grass as he furiously fought to keep the beast under control. She could only stare as he grit his teeth, pulling with all his might to keep the creature back from its target. Her heart thundered in her ears at the sight—how was that even possible…? It could take up to eight Toads to hold back a domesticated chomp, let alone a wild one—and this one was most certainly wild, given the size.

With a grunt of effort, he took a step back, replanting one of his feet. He let go of the chain with one hand, grabbing it further up, and pulled.

The chomp jerked back, letting out a confused whine.

He did it again. Opposite foot, planted behind him. Opposite hand, pulling the chain. The chomp left a deep trench where it tried to resist. Hand over hand, he pulled the creature back and away from her, arms straining under his shirt with each impossible step. The Toads had stopped running, even the armed guards that had arrived could only stop and stare as they watched.

After another heart-pounding moment of watching him struggle, the fight abruptly drained out of the chain chomp. With another whimper of confusion, it went slack against Mario’s grip and settled onto the ground with a final thud, jaws closed and eyes staring blankly in opposite directions. The Toads quickly sprang into action once they realized it had calmed—they needed to move quickly to get it contained and re-released away from the castle.

Mario, though, dropped the chain the moment he realized the chomp was no longer fighting to get to the princess. He ran around the deep furrows left in the ground by his own feet and skidded to a stop by her side, where she was still sprawled in the ground from her fall.

“Princess! Dio mio, you alright?” he asked.

He reached out for her, helping to steady her as she sat up, and she stared at him shamelessly as he did, unable to muster words. He didn’t seem to realize what he’d just done—did he even know? Did he know how strong chain chomps were, how dangerous?

If he had…would he have cared?

“Princess?”

He squeezed her hands and she blinked, realizing that she hadn’t answered him. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but she looked down at their hands again and her voice caught in her throat. His hands were so much bigger than hers, and so much stronger than they appeared. Could she feel it in his fingers now? The power to hold, even pull back, a wild chain chomp?

She threw her arms around Mario’s neck, pulling him in close. “Thank you, so much,” she said, almost too choked to speak as she worked through the last of her adrenaline.

He seemed frozen for a long moment, perhaps because he didn’t know what to do with the sudden affection, but then she felt the gentle warmth of his hands settling on her back. He stroked his hand down her spine.

“You’re alright, Princess,” he said softly, very close to her ear, and she closed her eyes for a moment to relish the reassurance. “You’re safe, now.”

She really did feel safe. With his arms around her, the scent of his aftershave tickling her nose, she felt nigh on untouchable. She’d never felt like this before in her life. She felt greedy for wanting more of it, for being disappointed when she felt she finally had to let him go.

After a long moment, she pulled back from him—though she didn’t let go of his hands. She found herself reluctant to completely lose contact, as though she was afraid he might disappear if she did. She looked into his eyes, and her heart throbbed at how much tender concern she could see on his face. He really was one of the sweetest, bravest people she’d ever met. She’d invited him to today’s meetings because she’d hoped to see more of him, but she never expected something like this.

She opened her mouth to speak, to thank him again, to tell him how amazing that was, that she’d never seen something like it in her life. Instead what came out was:

“Please, won’t you join my guard?”

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