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realityescapee01 · 5 months

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Wounds and Scratches

Steo | Stiles x Theo

Theo came back to the pack house, bloodied and wounded. He just came back from an undercover op for the pack. He was able to capture a rogue omega.

He was stabbed to his stomach, slashed on his arm and cut on his palm. He took the omega back to Scott for interrogation. Afterwards, Scott gave him an order to patrol the tunnels.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Scott! He's hurt, send someone else!" Stiles had enough.

Theo is hurt and Stiles goes off on it.

Theo snarled, he struggled to get on his feet. He just got slammed to a wall by their enemy. He was in pain but he was still able to distract the enemy enough for Stiles to lay the mountain ash prison around it.

"Good job, guys."

Scott and them went back to the pack house. Stiles watched Theo bend over a bit, holding his tummy and has a pained expression on his bloody face. Dried up blood from his forehead. Busted lips and a sprained ankle.

Stiles thought back at the bad things Theo did to him and the pack. That is why Stiles thought Theo deserves all the beatings he's taking.

Scott decided to take in Theo despite everything he did. Scott being the kind and giving person he is. Stiles was against it. He doesn't want Theo in. But Scott insisted they could use Theo's skills.

What skills? The manipulative skills? The cunning, the smarts, deceptive skills? Well, yeah, those are useful. Stiles begrudgingly admitted.

So here is Theo in their pack. Being used as a scout, a spy, and first liner. Scott always sends him in first, first to whatever danger they're facing.

It's strange to Stiles because Theo wouldn't put up with those, but seeing as Theo was indeed putting up with all of it, maybe, Theo is doing everything to be better now, to be good, to make up to them, to make up for everything he's done.

Stiles heard all about it from Liam. Theo's redemption arc. Stiles wasn't buying it at first but later on, he started to believe too.

Or maybe the courting of Theo is affecting his judgement.

Oh, yeah, Theo is courting Stiles.

For about 2 months now. At first, Stiles is just playing Theo, but things got shitty for him and he genuinely needed Theo's help.

Like when he's jeep broke down. Theo drove him to and from his FBI internship. Every weekend, when he comes home and goes back to the FBI classes.

The long drives gave them a lot of time with each other. And Stiles found himself enjoying those times.

Stiles found himself chatting and calling Theo at nights after classes too. Sometimes while Theo was in tunnel patrol. To discuss and bounce off ideas from his homeworks of cases; murder mysteries and investigations. And Theo gave him very good insights every time.

Maybe because Theo is one little psycho himself that is why he understands how those criminals think. Stiles laughed on the idea. He is like those FBI agents having a serial killer to talk to and consult cases about.

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Theo calls him, all wounds and injuries healed up. He is driving Stiles home. Stiles jogs to Theo's truck and they go and get drive thru food. Stiles ask if Theo's okay. He looked hurt really bad.

He's got bandage on his hand. Again.

"What happened there?"

"Oh, I got cut. And I keep getting cut there so it's getting harder and harder to heal." -Theo explaining, trying not to put pressure on it too much while driving.

"I'm fine, Stiles."

Stiles have an idea of what happened. Having seen how hard Scott is using Theo out there. Then he received a chat from Scott to remind Theo about his underground tunnel rounds later tonight. Stiles felt irritated. Theo just recovered and now Scott is on him again with the errands.

-Isn't Liam on tunnel patrol tonight?- Stiles replied to Scott.

-I'm taking Liam with us in the talks. Where are you guys now? Will you be here in an hour?-

-Yeah, we're close. Keep Liam on patrol, let's bring Theo in the meeting-

-Why Theo?-

-It's decided. Just wait for us.-

They are to meet with the new group in town. Invite them to join forces or discuss terms on co-existing in Beacon Hills.

Scott met up with Theo and Stiles on the way to meet the werejaguars. They learned they're all female, a small group of 5. The talks start. Stiles let Scott do his thing while he observed.

"... We don't wanna join forces, we do not wanna stay near the Nemeton, which is basically a signal light to all hunters. Just let us be for a few days, I promise we won't cause trouble."

Their leader explained. Scott huddled with Stiles and Theo.

"I don't know about you, but werejaguars are highly aggressive." -Theo muttered.

"I agree." -Stiles nodded, remembering a certain Kate Argent.

"Yeah, I think so too. I will ask them to leave by dawn. Liam and the others can stay here to watch them until then" -Scott relayed the decision to the group leader. There were some friction but Scott brandishing his alpha status made the leader back down.

"Okay... but... we will only leave if he comes with us."

"What?" -Scott didn't expect a request.

"Him."

"No way." -Stiles strongly disagreed.

The group leader was pointing at Theo. "At least give us some protection. A capable mate for me."

Theo just scoffed. "I'm not up for mating."

"That or we stay as long as we like."

"... How about this." -Stiles proposed. "The real reason you're here is because you're all sick. You plan to steal our herb reserve. Preferably tonight because you know our resident doctor wouldn't be home."

The gang leader took a defensive stance.

"Okay, I'll give you a generous amount of 9 herbs and then you leave tonight. No taking Theo with you."

"What if I don't agree?"

"Well... you have to deal with a true alpha." -Stiles turned his head to Scott, who was half shifted by now.

"It was said this place and your pack is sanctuary to all supernatural beings!"

"Not if you threaten to take anyone away." -Scott said with a growl.

The group leader knew there is no way they'd win. "Fine. Get me the herbs."

After Scott's new recruits arrived with the herbs, the werejaguars left. But their leader really likes Theo, and as she passed him by, she said:

"We'll be 2 towns over, if you change your mind." -plus a hand, slowly gliding down Theo's muscular arm.

"I have my eyes set on someone else." -Theo shrugged the leader's hand away from him.

Theo watched the group leave and looked at Stiles. Having a renewed faith on a chance.

A chance that Stiles actually likes him back. With the human getting all no-way-you're-taking-Theo upset a while ago.

After that, Scott still wanted to send Theo on tunnel patrol duty but Stiles said Theo's driving him home even before Scott got the chance to say it. And so Theo drove Stiles home.

"Hey, Theo. If you like, you can stay here. Liam could use the tunnel patrol experience." -Stiles invited him to stay there to avoid the patrol task.

And Theo did. They went up to Stiles' room and Theo acting all strange.

"Hey? What's the matter?" -Stiles just went about the room as normal.

"...This is the first time for me. Here, in your room."

"What?!? You've never been here?" -Stiles remembered all the pack members whose been in his room. And yeah, this is Theo's first time to be here. "Well, there's a first to everything. You never know, you might be coming here more often in the future."

"W-What?" -Theo didn't expect that.

"Nothing! Nothing." -Stiles blushed. He was just being playful, flirty if you will. Because it's true, if he decides to answer Theo, then definitely, Theo would be in his room more often.

Theo was smirking and shaking his head, thinking of a comeback, but that caught him so off guard that he couldn't come up with one.

"Uhm, I'm gonna head to bed. By the way, use this on your wounds." -Stiles threw him a poultice Deaton taught him to make. Something to make the wounds stay clean for a longer time.

Theo caught it and sat on the chair by the window. He took the gauze off his hand and tended to it. He lifted his shirt and applied the poultice to random cuts on his torso.

Stiles just watched him. He memorized all the spots Theo has wounds and scratches and bruises.

"Well, uhm, Theo, I'm tired, I'll go to sleep, stay as long as you like." -Stiles headed to bed.

As he laid down, he smiled to himself on how things turned. Before, he couldn't stand Theo, but now he can sleep in the same room with Theo present.

The next day, Stiles woke up and Theo was gone, left a message of thanks and that he headed to school.

Theo goes to school on weekends, in a special program to make up for the lost time when he was dragged to hell; and once made, he can go back to school to continue his last sem of senior year.

Stiles thought to give Theo a visit.

He finds him on the lacrosse field. Coach Finstock recruited him.

Theo sensed Stiles and looked at his direction. Stiles waved.

"Bilinski!" -Coach Finstock intercepted him. "What are you doing here?"

"I missed you, coach!" - Stiles attempted to give coach a kiss.

"Ugh!" -Coach Finstock stopped him with a hand to his face.

Stiles knew that way, coach would leave him alone. Theo jogged towards him.

"Hey." -Theo in lacrosse practice uniform.

"You joined?" -Stiles sat in the bleachers.

"Yeah." -Theo stood right in front of him.

"I never knew you like sports. Sports aside from hunting and killing."

Theo laughed at that. "Just to release some aggression."

Stiles just nodded. He looked at the other players. He remembered his lacrosse days back then. And that winning shot he got. It was the fun days. Way before the shit hit the fan.

Stiles stayed to watch Theo practice with the team. He decided to stay even after and play with Theo a bit.

"Fine! But make sure you tidy up the things!" -Coach Finstock let them stay.

"Want a serious match or just for fun match, Stiles?"

"Just for fun." -Stiles gripped the lacrosse stick.

"Okay." -Theo smirked and threw the ball right past Stiles' left shoulder and into the goal.

"Ha! For fun, I said! Not for the Olympics or something!"

Theo laughed. They change places. It's now Theo's time to be goalie.

"Theo, no superpowers!" -Stiles was gearing up for a shot.

"Okay."

Stiles kept licking his lips and aiming and aiming for the goal before actually taking the shot. And of course, Theo caught it. Stiles was mad accusing him of using chimera powers but Theo didn't. Stiles is just really not good at it.

"Okay, that's it. I don't wanna play anymore!" -Stiles throwing the stick down.

"I didn't use supernatural powers, Stiles. You're just really bad at it."

"Just- Forget it!" -Stiles waving his hand off.

Stiles waited for Theo in the lockers. He looked at the seat where they confronted Theo. And where he said: "I came back for you." Stiles didn't really know the gravity of those words.

Theo wanted him. From day one. And there he is right now, feeling the same. He wants Theo now.

He turned his attention to the sound from the showers.

Theo is in there. Naked.

Stiles felt a little panic and stepped out of the lockers. A few minutes after, Theo stepped out too.

"Stiles, are you okay? I smelled panic."

"I'm fine. Let's get outta here." -Stiles walked away. Fast. He wanted to answer Theo but Theo is not asking him the question yet.

"Drop me by the tunnel entrance. I'm on patrol." -Theo said, settling in the passenger seat of the jeep.

"Oh. Okay."

"Stiles? Tomorrow, will you go out with me?"

"Oh? Where are you taking me?" -Stiles smiled. Theo courting him, does this quite a lot, take him on dates.

"It's a surprise." -Theo was smiling.

"You know my anxiety, I don't like surprises."

"I know. But you'll love this."

Stiles agreed. And so their date was set.

The following week, Stiles gradually calling out Scott for using Theo too much. Scott took the use and abuse too seriously.

Stiles would lightly tell Scott to give Theo a few minutes or hours before being sent for work again. Sometimes they'd be out, hanging out, and Stiles would tell Scott to let Liam do the patrols. The kid needs that experience somehow.

Their date night arrived. Theo was driving them in his truck when Scott called. An emergency.

Theo sighed. "I guess date night is cancelled."

"Apparently so." -Stiles confirmed as he gestured for Theo to make that U-turn.

They were called towards the Nemeton and they saw Scott and Liam, shifted, chasing after their enemy of the week. The werejaguar leader came back.

"I warned you." -Scott intimidating the werejaguar. "Why are you back?"

"Nothing much... just some petty reason." -she spotted Theo and Stiles running over to them.

Liam lunged at her but missed. She charged towards Stiles and Theo.

Theo was fully prepared to intercept her but she made a sharp and quick turn towards Stiles.

They rolled over the ground. Stiles tried to wrestle her off but to no avail. She pushed Stiles over the cliff.

"Holy sh-" - Stiles couldn't do anything.

He was falling off the cliff. He could only hold his hand up, hoping to be saved.

"Stiles!" -Theo jumped after him.

Theo caught him and held onto exposed vines on the cliff.

"Tch!" -Theo exclaimed as the vine rope burned through the bandage on his hand. And brutally so onto the wound there. Making it bleed again.

They slid for a little bit more before finally getting caught on bigger vines, stopping them from falling.

Back at the top, Scott and Liam were trying the werejaguar to a tree and then hurrying to help Theo and Stiles. Lowering down a rope to get them back up.

"Stiles! Oh man!" -Scott pulled Stiles into a tight hug once the two was saved. "I was so worried!"

"I was too." -Stiles hugged him as tight, looking at Theo, nodding him a thank you.

They subdued the werejaguar leader, and as agreed -Scott will try to talk to the supernatural beings walking into Beacon Hills, with the goal of peace, and when it is not achieved, the hunters will take care of it- Scott called Chris Argent to deal with the werejaguar.

As they were walking, Scott was going on about checking the old werejaguar hideout before calling it a day.

And Scott wanted to send Theo and Liam.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Scott! He's hurt, send someone else!" Stiles went off.

"O-Okay. Me and Liam would go." -Scott conceded. He felt guilty afterwards, he never checked on Theo. And now only saw Theo's hand. "Sorry, Theo."

"Yeah. Apology accepted." -Theo soothing his wounded palm.

They parted ways. Scott and Liam towards the hideout and Stiles and Theo towards Theo's jeep.

Stiles applied poultice on Theo's palm. "Thanks. A lot."

"No problem. As if I would just let you die on me right there. You owe me a date."

"Well... our sched just freed up."

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And so, they revisited their original schedule for tonight. The date:

"W-What the-" -Stiles was greeted by tiny lights floating in some enclosure far from the reserve. "What is this? I've never... there were no fireflies in Beacon Hills. Ever!"

"There are now." -Theo watched him enjoy the view.

There were so many. Flying, floating, near the trees too... it looked magical.

"Since when? How?" -Stiles wanted to get to the bottom of this.

"I don't know. Must be a Nemeton thing. Again."

Stiles wanted to ask questions again, but the view was so beautiful, he just accepted that explanation. The Nemeton does make and affect all sorts of stuff.

"Stiles? Can I ask the questions now?"

"Sure." -Stiles waved his hand, eyes fixed on the sea of fireflies in front of them.

"Will you... be my mate?"

"..." -Stiles blinked. A lot of times.

"Stiles?" -Theo was concerned.

Stiles looked back at him. The fireflies are near them now, surrounding them. Making Theo have the background of little lights floating.

Beautiful.

"Yes." -Stiles said.

Theo smiled, ear to ear.

"I was waiting for you to ask that." -Stiles revealed.

"I was waiting for you to be sure." -Theo walked slowly towards Stiles.

Reached for Stiles' waist and pulled him into a kiss.

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leonscape · 11 months

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critiquing + ranking the ikepri outfits this year

although no one asked, i just wanted to give my thoughts on them. i’m not a fashion student or anything so perhaps i shouldn’t be writing this but it’s an opinion piece so whatever. also my feelings about the character won’t affect my thoughts, this is just about the outfits. with that said, just know that i don’t really like camouflage; it’s very hard to pull off and too much of it looks a little meh. nobody in the fandom agrees on who looks the best but it’s okay. this is not meant to hate, i am just giving my opinion, feedback if you will. the artists and everyone working on this worked hard and i appreciate their work.

anyways let’s get into it going left to right

first we have gilbert

he’s not the worse offender, but it’s still hard for me to look at and say i like it. the camo is hidden under the layers which i think is nice because it’s more a little more subtle but still central. i don’t get the blue jewels tho is he trying to match with silvio? did he steal it from silvio? anyways i also cant hate the mesh jacket. i was thinking that it should be plain but now i think that his outfit as a whole would look too plain if it didn’t have the designs on them.

i’d honestly rate his outfit a 6/10

next we have clavis leopard guy

idk man this ain’t it. i don’t get their obsession with animal print like i get that it’s their animal crest and whatnot but it’s just ugh😩 it’s a personal thing but i think they’re kinda ugly. bro looks like it’s 2015 and he got that leopard print shirt from forever 21. the purple and the camo together just ain’t it either, despite him having the least amount of camo. i do like that his accessories are cohesive and he’s keeping his multiple belt aesthetic. he said “emma’s showing tummy so im showing tummy too” but overall, the outfit just kinda looks awkward.

it’s gonna be a solid 3/10 for me sorry

chevaliers outfit deserves to be burned im sorry

the worst offender. go to jail do not pass go and do not collect $200. y’all did not just layer animal print with camouflage. in my opinion the prints clash because camouflage is already a busy print with multiple colors. you add that to the tiger print and it just doesn’t make sense anymore. i think maybe it would’ve been more cool if the vest was camo and the lapel/cuff parts were black? or that gold color that’s already on it? i do like the jewels on his cropped jacket tho, it matches his accessories and adds a bit more flavor to that cream white.

-10/10 just no

i’m doing emma this time and i don’t like this outfit

genuinely don’t know what’s going on here. i’m very confused. is the blue parts supposed to be denim? why are there two different animal prints attached to her hip? and why fur? nothing is working together it’s like they were all assigned a group project but everyone misunderstood what they agreed on and they started to work on completely different things and when it was time to present, they just mixed it all together and hoped that it would work. i do like the denim x camo thing tho i think that could work

4.5/10 i think…

next leon

slayed. the camo isn’t in your face obnoxious and it doesn’t clash with the other elements of the outfit. this is definitely leon redemption arc from last year’s outfit. i like that the camo is able to stand on its own! his white sleeveless turtleneck provides a sort of canvas for the camo and i think it’s great. however i don’t really like chunky jewelry/accessories so the chains don’t really do it for me i think it would’ve been cool if they did dog tags or something because they went with a military kind of vibe with the camo.

you know what? 8/10 it was good it’s easy to look at and hard to hate also it’s a big step up from last time.

up next we got licht

i’m not sure how i feel about his blue with the camo. emma’s blue denim thing she has going on looks more grunge and that kinda works with the camo imo. but licht just looks like he could be a university student? there’s a lot of layers and i wonder if he’s getting hot in there 😹 when i first saw it, i was talking to a friend and i said he looks so boxy, he looks like a transformer about to say “autobots roll out” and then transform into a radio or something 💀 also why is he wearing an attach-on fur tail?

there’s some color clashing layers going on and he’s like an onion with all those layers 5/10

finally we have silvio and im tired of this camo theme

at this point i don’t even know what’s going on anymore. there’s so many shades of blue and im not sure i like it. y’all got dark blue, turquoise, and teal, and even his hair is like minty blue? i guess that’s just his aesthetic his color palette. his jacket is sparkly already but he had to add some sparkly jewels too lol. the square patch of camo just feels kind of slapped on there? i know they love their animal prints but maybe swap the Dalmatian print dog collar for a camo bandana? he can wear it around his neck like how dogs do 😹 it also switches it up a bit because literally almost everyone is wearing necklaces and you’re running out of ideas because leon is already doing the chunky layered chains.

4/10 that’s all

also i feel like if they wanted to have some color, they should try some colored camo

so in conclusion:

best

1. leon

2. gilbert

3. licht

4. emma

5. silvio

6. clavis

7. chevalier

worst

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince fashion evaluation

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silvergoldraeven · 1 year

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Okokokok so (assuming) you’re an avid heimes shipper, I’m rlly curious, so like, how do you think (in your resurrection au) kratos would feel if Hermes came back to life out of nowhere and started dating Heimdall??? LMAOO

OR EVEN, WOULD, your au Heimdall even ever be into Hermes at all????? Due to his redemption and all??? KSJDKDJ I can’t stop thinking abt it😭

oh ive thought about this A LOT. like an ungodly amount. i actually at first made a character for Heimdall as a love interest but scrapped it cuz i didnt want it to be a Heimdall x oc thing ya know. then my dear friend (@medievildead) got me Hermespilled- and now i have. better ideas. they wouldnt work with what im actually going for with res!AU cuz itd add sooooo many things and its just. ough. but!

There's so many ways this could go. So Many. (x0k if youre reading this im encouraging you to make a version with your Hermes AU c:)

But i'd like to imagine that Atreus one day just comes home wearing the like ancient Greek travelling outfit and Kratos looks him up and down, goes silent for a few minutes before asking where the fuck and who the fuck he got that from. Atreus just happily going "from this really nice man, had flaming hair, weird little voice but he was cool and- oh there he is-" and just points over to Hermes crawling out of the bushes and yelling "where are my fucking shoes Kratos?!"

i think thats funny, i think that should be canon. Hermes existing and following Atreus home to Midgard opens up so much place for angst with Kratos and Atreus but im not here for that, im here to make 2 people worse. mostly Heimdall, reverse therapy now that Hermes is here /hj

Hermes joining the gang is just like like the Thor scene but Loud and hes like "i brought olives :]" and Kratos lets him in just for that trade tbh.

Kratos asking how tf hes even alive and Hermes replies with "im bugs" without elaborating, we never find out how he's alive.

Uncle Hermes is definitely my fav trope so him bonding with Atreus over atheletics and mischief, mostly bullying Heimdall. Hermes locked eyes with Heimdall and immediately decided that he was a worthy opponent. so their relationship starts with Hermes and Atreus bullying the shit out of Heimdall, who's self growth is really being tested on a daily basis. when Atreus leaves again Heimdall is left with just 1 shithead insisting on making his life harder (but oh so affectionately).

i think Heimdall would actually be more likely to fall for Hermes cuz he finally got that giant stick out of his ass, would probably find his japes and overall mischief endearing, after he warms up to the Greek god.

Hermes is canonically really good at cooking too if im correct so him helping Heimdall with cooking,,, cute. so cute. Hermes teaches Heimdall Greek dishes and Heimdall teaches him Nordic dishes but Hermes usually just goes "this has no flavour" which in return makes Heimdall call him a slur of some kind in offense.

Heimdall showing off Gulltoppr being like "this is my great and loyal beast, he has never left my side for anyone, neither in life or death. he will never be loyal to anyone els-" camera turns to Hermes giving a purring Gully tummy rubs :3

unrelated (sorta) but i think Angrboda and Hermes would actually get along really well.

Hermes being the god of travel drags Heimdall around the 8 realms c o n s t a n t l y. Heimdall hates it, especially since Vanaheim would probably be Hermes' fav realm. but he usually plans a 'surprise' picnic so Heimdall isn't too upset about it :3

Hermes constantly throwing apples at Heimdall. infront of everyone. its funny. most people dont get why Heimdall turns completely red every single time.

if Kratos still has Hermes' boots like he did in the gow 2018 trailer and actually gives them back, Hermes would probs lend them to Atreus occasionally for travelling like the good uncle he is. or as i like to say, buncle. Atreus' bug uncle c:

Hermes would definitely flirt with Heimdall constantly before they start dating just to annoy the living shit out of him which Atreus would find extremely entertaining but once these 2 fuckers start dating they turn their attention back to bullying Atreus. rip my man

Heimdall giving his bf bifrost legs. Hermes deserves bifrost legs. he'd look So Gay. not sure how that'd work but its canon now.

overall i just have many unhinged (normal) thoughts about these 2, too many to put into words but this hopefully gets the point across c:

#gow ragnarok #heimes #gow heimdall #gow hermes #raevenasks #gow

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tangerinemongoose · 10 months

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Forethought, found (on fire and hope)

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I have few memories of childhood, I prefer it that way, but one sticks,

a small garage with bottles of soda, a curious, yearning little child,

Both titan and man in that moment, gifting and receiving, my grandmama found me,

Her grandchild with paraffin in their tummy, I can only imagine her fear,

The fear Prometheus must have felt giving his own creation the tools to life,

I don't remember the hospital that night, my head clouded by bright lights,

I know the room felt cold that night, I know my mother slept besides my bed,

Was anyone there as Prometheus was forced into chains, was it only that cursed eagle?

I wonder if he learned to find comfort in the presence of what hurt him,

All I know is that the fire in my belly has burnt since, it scares me, grips my heart

And paralyzes me, Forethought gifted life to man, and a god cursed man through

The First woman, Afterthought failing to protect what had been both his and

Forethought's, Imagine your creation lost to chaos through your actions, your gifts?

The fear Prometheus must have felt. Aren’t we all trying our best? Hurt by

The only companions we have. But fire hurts and heals after all, an unforgiving blaze,

A warming embrace, to be purified in flame is the greatest Rapture I could hope for,

I wonder if he felt the same, a titan and the little humans he created,

All waiting for redemption, for peace, all yearning for hope. Funny how the very

Curse placed on man left hope in that small jar, waiting to be reclaimed.

That's all there is at the end. Lightness, darkness, and always hope.

They pumped my stomach to rid me of that lighter fluid, It was already too late,

The fire had already taken root just like forethought had hoped.

/end ID]

#words #poetry #greek myth poetry #greek mythology #prometheus

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shintin · 2 years

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Forget Me Not: Chapter 29 (Fifty shades of Blue)

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Description: Imagine that from the moment you opened your eyes into this world, you had no choice but to kill and shed the blood of others, that you had to fight alongside Toji Fushiguru and die with him.

What would you do when they force you to do something you don’t like? When the torment of conscience presses on your throat, will you give up? Now think about a day that life gives you another chance; how would you use it?

This is the story of a murderer who seeks salvation. Will she find it in the arms of Satoru Gojo? Or will pain find her sooner than redemption and drive her out of heaven forever?

Genre: heavy angst, sad love story, maybe tragedy, violence, lonely hearts, broken souls, +18.

Tags/Warnings: NSFW contents (pure smut).

Author Note: Sorry for the late update, I had surgery.

Song Recommendation: Lea Michele - Run to You

Chapter index -> Next chapter

Year: 2019

At Satoru's place

The delightful smell filled your nose. You opened your eyes slowly and creased your eyes in front of the light. Ouch! You were quick to block the sunlight with your hand to give your eyes enough time to adjust.

Where were you? Right. The bedroom of his house, with smooth sheets underneath you, sliding on your almost naked body.

All of a sudden, in the silence of the room, your stomach began to growl. You giggled and put your hand on your tummy. You were aware of the source of the scent, smiling when you got up. Were you feeling tired again? Fuck it.

You took the baby blue shirt he wore last night and put it on, leaving a couple of buttons loose. You brushed your hair back and tiptoed to the kitchen—the current heaven.

You crossed the corridor from the kitchen to Satoru's bedroom, and there he was. He was wearing his black slacks, and hang on a minute! Were your eyes joking with you, or was that one of the hottest scenes you have ever seen? Because he was wearing an apron on his bare upper torso, and while he was standing in front of the stove, he was, very seriously, struggling with the pot and the eggs. If he could cook, how come you always ordered food from the outside? Sneaky mother fucker, hiding his talents. You wanted to curse him even more, but you were a woman, and your eyes preferred to enjoy the view than listen to your brain's bullshits.

Oh, God! Did the smell of the omelet seduce you, or did the sight of this man move your feet?

"Enjoying the view?" He turned his face, and his lips fired in a smile when he laid eyes on you, eating him alive with your hungry eyes. "My clothes look better on you than me!"

You laughed softly and approached him to wrap your arms around him, leaning your cold cheeks upon his bare but warm back.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he hummed as he began to stir the eggs with the tomatoes with a wooden spoon.

You turned your face, and now your lips were caressing Satoru's back, and it wasn't long before he felt your little kisses on his back. If someone asked him what times he missed you the most, this particular time would be one of his answers. No doubt.

Satoru lowered the heat and turned himself between your arms to face you. He looked down at you softly, his fingers brushing your chin to bring your face closer. He leaned his lips on yours, gently kissing you, memorizing your morning flavor. He kept kissing you as you withdrew, trying to move some of his hair from his face. Oh, Lord! It wasn't fair that he was this mesmerizing.

In the meantime, Satoru cursed himself. Fuck! That touch of yours had been always so soothing. His hand stroked your arm, and his lips sat on your palm, kissing it while guiding your hand on his cheek. "Sleep well?"

"I suppose," your voice was still sleepy as your fingers traced his nose down towards the corner of his mouth. "You gave me a slumber kick last night, Satoru!"

"Me? What are you accusing me of? I have no idea what you are talking about!" He said with wide eyes, but he wasn't a good actor. His sinister grin betrayed him.

He got back to his duty—making breakfast. "You overate last night; maybe you had a nightmare?" He stuck out his tongue and earned a few gentle hits from you.

"Ah! For crying out loud! Don't say anything about last night. You made me not only go out with you but also take me to this fancy restaurant!" Your hands crawled beneath the apron. Yes, the abs, yes. Let's worship every six of them. Separately.

"You're weird, Y/N. Are you aware that many women like someone to take them on a surprise date and hold their hands in public?" He flipped the ingredients in the pan with a fast move. "Give me the salt shaker from the counter."

Still shocked by his performance, you reluctantly removed your hands from Satoru's waist and walked over to the counter to follow the chef's instructions. "I know. But I like it better when we hang out like this." You turned your head to face a pouted 6'3" white-haired man before you.

You knew that Satoru enjoyed sharing all the nice things with you in your heart. So maybe this time, you had to take it a little easier. After all, he was also part of that relationship, and his wishes also needed to be considered.

You sighed. This man indeed found your weakness. He knew there was no way you could resist him. "Okay! Please don't give me puppy eyes! We will keep dates half the time according to your request, and other times I will decide how to spend time together. Deal?" You put the salt shaker in front of him. A big smile appeared on his face, and he happily took the salt shaker from you. "Deal!" And thus, the contract was concluded.

But wait! Have I been quite fair? Did I have to negotiate more?' You thought and stood there with your hands on your hips. "I would like to make an exception! Whenever I have my period, I will have all the authority!" You smiled like you were the most genius person who had ever walked on earth. But you had no idea what a storm was brewing in your boyfriend's mind.

'Is this a test of piety? Is God cross-examining to see if the strongest can stop releasing of Oxytocin and Vasopressin in his brain and control his libido?' He assumed. But to be honest, that was a test that Satoru was willing to lose. After all, losing it only meant winning your moans beneath him. Satoru put the salt on the cabinet and turned to you. "You know," his tone was oddly malicious. It only signaled that he was not up to good things.

He made a few steps toward you, and you made a few steps back at the same time until your back hit the fridge. Ops! There was no place to run anymore. You got caught by the devil.

Satoru clung to you and placed his hands on the fridge on either side of your head. He bent over, and his lips touched your earlobe. The heat crept from your cheeks to between your thighs within seconds. Was it hot, or were you burning?

His breath hit your neck, "if your period bothers you, I can help you cut it like a gentleman."

Your hands hopelessly touched the cold fridge door, forcing yourself to swallow. The satisfaction was evident in the mongrel's face. He was more than pleased to have such an effect upon you.

You tried to push him away, but the snide smile on his lips reminded you that you were a little deer that this hungry wolf would have no mercy on.

His gaze slipped from your frustrated face to your unbuttoned collar and your poor shelter-less tits, which rose and fell slowly at every deep breath your dizzy brain needed to survive.

You raised your head and looked into his incisive eyes, "Satoru?" His eyes were fixed on your buttons. It was like he was going through a complicated equation of whether to fuck you now or postpone your sacrifice ceremony after breakfast. Did he even hear your voice?

His fingers started fiddling with the buttons, and he got closer and closer to you. He slowly raised his leg, and his knee gently touched the hot, wet hell hidden between your thighs. Oh, Jesus, rest in peace because Satoru would lead you to heaven.

A small whimper slipped out of your lips and only made him more eager. His big hands cupped one of your breasts while he tried his best to leave behind his traces on your throat.

"Satoru," you were short of breath.

"Hmm?" The man didn't have time to use words.

"Something… Ahhh… something is… burning!"

He couldn't care less. Even if the world went up in flames, he didn't care. You tried to sit over the driver's seat of your brain again. "Satoru! The omelet!"

"Fuck!" Even though he didn't want to, he separated his body from you, and quickly ran to the stove to turn it off. If only, if only he had done it before, now your moans would have filled the kitchen instead of the smell of this last-minute saved omelet. But Satoru Gojo was not the one to fall short so easily. He always had a few hidden schemes up his sleeve.

The author saw fit to mention a subject here. The prey who is lucky enough to escape the hunter's claws always make mistakes again in the early moments of their freedom and get stuck again. It is the law of nature.

You made a mistake as well—a dumb mistake. You, whom the pleasure of eating breakfast had blinded, went to the other side of the kitchen and got up on your toes to grab the plates from the upper cabinet. Without realizing anything, you got your wolf's attention back. Girl, you seemed like a prey who deliberately wanted to be hunted. Why? My dear, because when you raised your arms, his evil shirt had found a way to go up, and in addition to your thighs, show off your nude-colored lace underwear too.

What a beautiful sight for his sore eyes!

With each movement of your body, the shirt brushed your thighs more and more, forcing Satoru to bite his lower lip more and more so that he would not bend you on the table prematurely.

After what seemed infinite, you finally grabbed the plates, and your fabric went back to its standard height. In fact, it can be said that the earth started to spin again, and the trapped breath in his chest was released.

Unaware of the scenarios in your boyfriend's mind, you placed the plates on the table and looked at him, who was cursing under his breath. "Fucking pan, damn plates, stupid omelet!"

Satoru carelessly placed the pan on the table and then turned to you. Time to go to plan B. He reached out in his pocket and drew a little black box with a red ribbon. You looked at it with surprise and then searched his face for a sign. "What is this?"

"It's a gift. Can't a man buy a little something for his girlfriend?" He handed the box to you, and you lowered your head to check it out. That's why you missed the fiendish glint of his blue eyes. He gently tucked your hair behind your ear and took a step toward you. After all, he didn't want to miss the shock in your eyes.

You looked at him and were hypnotized as if you were watching a rare and dangerous predator, waiting for him to strike. His breathing was harsh, his eyes filled with need and sheer lust. 'What is going on?' You thought, but you were too innocent to see into his vicious mind.

"Open the gift, Y/N. Why are you waiting?" You could swear that if the birds weren't chirping, you could easily hear the sound of his heartbeat. Your fingers slowly loosened the red ribbon and a naughty smile spread over his face.

You reached out your hand, and in your palm, there were 2 round, shiny, golden balls connected by a thick gold thread. You looked up at him questioningly. "What are these?"

Oh! You had no idea. Were you, like, Mother Teresa's reincarnation? It was Satoru's playground, after all. You weren't familiar with the games.

"Ben Wa balls," he said casually, but when the features of your face remained unchanged, he added, "I'm going to put these inside you, Y/N, and then I will fuck you. Hard, in every nook and cranny of this house. Agreed?" He paused, assessing your wide-eyed reaction.

You gasped, and all the muscles deep in your belly clenched.

He took the balls from you, and the box fell from your icy hands down.

You were incapable of speech.

He raised his other hand and started pulling his thumb through the corners of your lips, on them, then slowly pushed his finger into your mouth. The end of his thumb brushed your tongue. "Such a good girl, now open your mouth for me." His four other fingers were stroking your chin. You couldn't even bite his thumb or say you wouldn't.

Your eyes stared into his, and your mouth opened slowly. How long had your body been under his control?

He was in no rush. He took his time and slowly shoved the balls into your mouth. "Suck them," he commanded, his voice still soft.

The balls were cold, smooth, surprisingly heavy, and had a metallic taste. Your dry mouth filled with saliva as your tongue explored unfamiliar objects. Satoru's look never left yours. Holy hell. It was turning you on, and you were about to start squirming.

"Stop! So hungry, Han?" He tugged them from your mouth, moved toward the table, and seated himself on the chair. "Come here."

Your body obeyed and stood before him, "turn around, bend on the table and grasp your ankles." You blinked at him, and your eyes widened when he popped the balls in his mouth and pressed your back to bend. Your cheek touched the cold marble surface of the table. You felt the shirt slide through your back, exposing your behind.

In a way, you were glad you kept your underwear, but you also suspected you wouldn't for long.

He placed his hand on your backside and caressed it gently while his other hand held the soaked and lubricated balls safe. His hand moved to your panties, and you closed your eyes tightly. "Wet already?" He rubbed his hand over the wet spot and gently moved your panties to the side, running his fingers up and down on your sex. Without hesitation, he slipped one finger into you and circled it slowly, just to hear your stifled moans.

His breathing halted, and you heard him gasping as he repeated the motion. He withdrew his finger and slowly inserted the balls. One by one. Oh, My. You squeezed your eyes shut.

They were no longer cold, warmed up by your collective mouths. It was a strange feeling. Once they were in you, you couldn't really sense them, but again, you knew they were there.

He hissed and straightened your panties, leaning forward to leave soft pecks on your waist. "Can you stand, Y/N?" He asked, and you got on your feet shaking. Huh! Now you could feel them. He turned you around in his embrace while you were doing your best to regain your balance.

"Is everything alright?" His tone was kind. He would never do anything to hurt you. Not even a bit.

"Yeah, but they feel strange," the balls drawn down, and you inadvertently clenched around them.

"Good," there was a trace of a mischievous smile in his blue eyes. "By the way, I forgot the salt shaker on the stove again, can you get it back here, please?" His tone was unbelievably innocent. What was he up to?

You looked at the man's face with surprise. 'Just this? Why did I expect more than this? Did Satoru just wanted to play billiards with my vagina?' However, you did not object and proceeded to the stove.

Gotcha! So that was the trick! As you started to walk, it became apparent why he wanted you to walk around. Because when you did, the balls weighed down inside you, massaging your internal walls. It was a weird, but pleasant feeling.

Your breathing accelerated as you sought the salt shaker on the stove and you gasped for air. Those fucking balls made you needy, needy for that jackass's thick cock.

The said prick watched you with joy as you returned with the salt and put it on the table. You wanted to wipe that smug grin off his face and give him a piece of your mind, but before you could do anything, his strong hand flattened against your abdomen, pulling you to his knees quickly. He rested his head on your shoulder while his lips brushed your skin and began drawing his masterpiece with his tongue on your collarbones. You gave in. Of course. After all, you had never been God's strong and faithful servant. You didn't stand a chance against him when he wanted nothing more than to submerge you in him.

Your palms cupped his cheeks, making him slowly close his eyes and lean his face into your touch. It was his most vulnerable, but dominant state, and nobody had seen him that way except you.

You lifted your other hand, running your fingers through his hair. You adored his hair. Always. Even now that you were far far away.

His tender groaning was barely audible. You pulled his hair gently, dragging his mouth onto yours. Damn! You kissed him and forced your tongue between his lips and into his mouth. You were out of your mind.

He hummed, and his arms hugged you, pulling you to him. His hands seized your hair in his fist, and he kissed you back. Possessively with more passion. His tongue and yours twisted and turned together, consuming one another.

Meanwhile, the balls had been forced forward inside you as your lower body ground on his clothed thighs. Only then did Satoru notice the strangeness of the position. His legs were between yours, and he sensed your underwear on his thigh. And the realization was enough for his underpants to be tightened. "Y/N?" He was huffing and puffing. You didn't need to look down to see the bump, but he was the one who started the game, right?

He felt that you shifted the weight of your body on his thigh, and the feeling of your dressed pussy rubbing on him turned his breaths to tremble. "You're wearing your panties," he inhaled deeply.

"So what? Would you like me to get rid of them?" You teased him and gave him a taste of his own medicine.

"Y/N," he cried, his head turning more and more vertiginous as he envisioned you on his bare thigh without underwear. His hands went to the buttons of your shirt, his fingers undoing those that remained without even looking at them. He paused, and a small sigh left his lips when he started to your bare chest. Such a perfect day not to wear a bra.

But your phone rang before Satoru could get his lips on your stiff nipples. You didn't want to pay attention to the ring, but the person seemed to have no intention of hanging up. It was like the gods weren't overly fond of Satoru today. "Who is the hell is this cock blocker?" He couldn't have been more annoyed.

While you were still sitting on Satoru's lap, you extended your hand and took your phone from the table, and looked at the caller's ID on the screen. "It's Kento," your finger went to the green circle to accept the call.

Satoru frowned, "you want to answer it right now?" He looked upon you with disbelief. "We were in the midst of something, you know."

"What if he has something important to do with me? What if it's about Yuji? Or others?" You accepted the call. "Hi, Kento."

What he learned well during your relationship was that of all the people you met, Nanami was your best friend. Sure, you were close with Shoko as well, but Nanami had a different place in your life. Even when your boyfriend could not be, he was always there for you. He guessed that you probably knew far more about Nanami than he did, who had known him for 12 years.

How could you win hearts in such a short time? You were like a firefly that he feared others would see your light too. After all, love was a powerful rival to Satoru Gojo, who was even capable of blinding six eyes. Love didn't let him see that you were just glowing for him, for no one else. But trust did. He trusted you with his life. You were all he wanted that he didn't think he could find. Someone who was worth the wait of all those years. You were his hope, his now, and his future. You were his home. A home he never had, and now he had no intention of leaving.

Holding the phone to your ear, you wanted to rise from his lap to continue your conversation somewhere else, but Satoru was quick to catch you by your sides in time and get you back on his thigh. Suddenly sitting and hitting the strong muscles in his leg caused the balls inside you to hit each other and your inner walls. You could swear your soul left your body for an instant.

"Hello?" The voice on the other end of the call addressed.

"Kento," you managed to say, "oh, good morning."

"Were you sleeping?" Nanami asked.

"No, I am well awakened... ah!" You jumped out of the blue because Satoru held his hand between your legs, pressing his fingers on your clit.

If you chose to talk to another man while you were in his arms, you would have to live with the consequences.

"Are you okay?" Nanami seemed worried.

"Yeah, I am," you took a deep breath and felt Satoru's tight grip around your waist to prevent you from leaving. "What made you call?" Now you could feel his lips against your neck, leaving trails of wet kisses along your jaw. Was he trying to leave hickeys? Was he marking his territory?

"I'm coming to school this evening. I wanted to ask you to take your lazy ass to school, because we have to write the reports for the missions we went on together, or Yaga will become my pain in the ass!" Nanami never cursed, and when he did, that meant he was pretty angry.

But you couldn't care about your friend's hardships because now your so-called boyfriend was holding your hips while his other hand was rubbing your thighs, playing with the trap of your panties. "All right, sure, Kento," you punched Satoru's shoulder, but it didn't stop him. The son of a bitch was enjoying himself like never before.

"By the way, can you tell Satoru that he has students looking for him? His phone is off and Yuji has called me like 10 times. Apparently he had a class at 12 o'clock with them and he is late as always."

You gazed at the lustful eyes of the irresponsible Sensei with your round ones, "what time is it now?"

"it's 12:10."

Okay, tell them their Sensei will be there in 20 minutes if they call again. See you in school, Kento," and you hang up quickly.

"20 minutes, Han? You want a quickie?" He was grinning again.

"No, Satoru! 5 minutes for you to take these things out of me, 10 minutes for a shower, 5 minutes for me to eat that burnt omelet, because I'm starving!" You broke free of his embrace.

"Nope, no way! They are my gift to you and they shall stay wherever they belong. Giving back a gift is so rude, are you rude?" He rose from the chair, "by the way, you'll be assisting me in my classes today." He winked and went to the bedroom.

"Are these balls supposed to be in me when I'm in class?" You asked with a loud, shaking voice, and in response, you received only the evil smile of Satoru Gojo.

At Jujutsu High

Your back hit the tatami mattress on the floor for the third time, and out of embarrassment, you choked your moan down your throat, and instead, tears sprang into the corners of your eyes.

But by your luck, no one seemed to notice your situation except a specific mother fucker. Yes, the one who took two hours of every opportunity in the combat training class under the guise of teaching the students to tease the shit out of you with those fucking balls inside you. Oh, God! You were so furious.

Yuji ran toward you and looked at you with uneasiness. Nobara and Megumi were standing behind him. "Y/N? Are you all right? You don't seem to be on the form today."

"Yeah, why didn't you kick him when you could?" Nobara was staring at you with her arms folded. She never seemed to be able to come to terms with you and Satoru being together. You were her favorite person, and she didn't want to share you with her Sensei.

Megumi turned his gaze from you to Gojo. He didn't think you were one of those people who wouldn't hit their boyfriend just for being in a relationship. 'What is wrong with her today?' Megumi thought to himself. It seemed like there was some mystery that the poor kid couldn't solve.

You checked 3 students. Was it right to explain to them in full detail that there was a gift inside your vagina that was willing to fuck you up whenever you wanted to make a move? The answer was NO. Never ruin a teenager's life with the dark fantasies of adulthood.

"I'm sure she's fine, kids. I can even say with certainty that she enjoyed today's class more than any other day. Am I wrong, Y/N?" Satoru stood over your head with his hands in his pockets. He was wearing grey trousers with a gray sweater and a smug smile.

You looked at his face, and all that came to your mind was how much you wanted to pin him to the wall, put your hand in his pants and squeeze his balls to see if he would be able to keep grinning until the end or not. Maybe later you could get rid of that stupid sweater too. Yeah. Then you…

"Y/N?" Suddenly a hand touched your forehead and scattered your thoughts. "Do you have a fever?" You came to your senses and saw a set of blue eyes staring at you. Your cheeks turned red as if he could read your mind. You rapidly turned your face to avoid exposure.

Those balls seemed to possess your brain as well. "I'm fine, but I think it's better for me to take a break."

"Okay, kids, Y/N sounds frustrated. Go practice to one another." He grabbed your hand after the students walked away and picked you up in a fast motion. Your chest hit his rigid body, and why on earth did you want to feel his hands on your boobs.

"You crying?" He mocked you, then reached out and pulled your hair over your face in the back of your ears.

"You're an obnoxious asshole, Satoru!" You took a step back. Each contact with him would have you electrocuted.

"Yeah, I'm your obnoxious asshole," he smiled and took a step towards you. Thank goodness the students were busy practicing.

"Shut up!" You rolled your eyes.

But he grabbed your jaw to make you look at him, "make me!"

And as if the gates of mercy were opening for you, suddenly your brain began to function again, and a thought occurred to you. Payback was the best cure. "What time is it, Satoru?" You were quite calm. You tried your best to hide the evil intent in your words.

"It's around 14.30 I think. How come?" He stared at your innocent face.

You banged your head with your palm. "Oh my God, Kento is going to kill me! I'm late! Shit! I had put the first drafts of reports in your office, let's go and pick them, otherwise I have to tolerate his nagging all afternoon and evening! I hate Kento's sulky face."

Awww, poor Satoru hadn't heard that you were going to see Nanami in the evening, not in the afternoon, and indeed he trusted you much that he could not even think that you would take the benefits of his lack of knowledge.

You didn't want to cheat, but you couldn't win this game by his rules. He was a better player. You knew it. You rushed to pick up your stuff, but you just wanted to hide your smile in reality.

"Are you going to spend the whole afternoon and evening with Nanamin, Y/N?" The jackpot was hit.

You concealed your smile and got up after packing. "Yeah, why?" Your hair was messy, and he could clearly see the drops of sweat on your clavicles. You looked so hot. That's why he couldn't bear the idea of you spending all that time with Nanami while those balls inside you and you were horny as hell. He had to do something. Maybe he should get those balls out of you. He checked your face. You seemed overly quiet and innocent. 'Is this one of her plans? It is possible! In this case, I won't remove the balls, but I will sit next to them all the time. Yes. This way, I can annoy Nanamin too!' He was proud of himself for his brilliant solution.

"I've missed Nanamin too. Can I join you two? I promise I won't distract you, and I'll be very helpful~" He was waiting to see the frustration on your face because he had thwarted your sinister plan to get rid of those balls like Sherlock, but to his surprise, you looked even happier now. "That's the best idea, but let's just hurry, okay?" You were glad that the sound of your inner laughter could not be heard from outside.

You both walked into the building where Gojo's office was located, without exchanging words, and stood in front of his office. You could become a monk thanks to your great patience.

He opened his office door and went inside. You went after him. "So where are your drafts, Y/N?"

He turned his head to look at you when he saw you close the door behind you and lock it. His gaze moved from your face to the key, and the cogs in his mind began to work in a split second. "You sneaky…" He couldn't finish his sentence because his back hit the wall, and your lips smashed on his, claiming his mouth wholly.

You kissed him first and made him experience an out-of-body moment like he couldn't believe he actually had stepped into your trap. He should have known better that you wouldn't play his game by his terms. You wouldn't let him tease you the whole day. You would get your share out of him as soon as you could. But he had to shut up and surrender. It was a win-win situation.

You bit on his lower lip, garnering an opening for yourself to slide your tongue in, unleashing your desire, damning his sweet taste. And it didn't take him long to kiss you as fiercely as possible. You moved your hands to his neck, sliding them up in his hair, while his hands tightened around your rear, bringing you closer.

You felt all the emotions he was experiencing: pure hunger, happiness, shock, vulnerability, and love.

He could taste your need and longing against his tongue, and when he sucked on your tongue, he felt a strangled noise jammed into your throat, like you were trying to suppress an acute sound.

He broke the kiss, whispering in your ear, "why are you silent, Y/N? Cry my name out!" He was horny. Obvious.

"People outside can hear us!"

He cupped your face in his hands and looked into your eyes, "isn't that the point?" He held you closer, and you trembled against his body. Sweat was building up on your skin.

"Kiss me," you were about to beg with shallow pants, lips reddened from the previous session when he kissed you. But it was far more; his kiss radiated down your spine as he stole your last breath. A chill rushed through your core, and the goosebumps that followed were inevitable.

As your tongues clenched and slid against each other, your heart pounded with desire, and its steady drumbeat silently made its way between your thighs. You were indeed kissed. Kissed by a lover. A lover who knew how to kiss your soul.

You grabbed his sweatshirt and shoved him in the chair beside you. His back hit the chair behind the desk, and his eyes widened as he saw you approaching and sitting on his lap.

Immediately you rolled your hands around the back of his neck, meeting his lips again in a more heightened kiss. You sat straighter, so he had no choice but to tilt his head back to reach the height you added. He pulled your lower back, pushing you into himself. He needed you as much as you needed him.

He lowered his hands over your body to bring them back to your face and kiss you again. His teeth caught your chin for just a second, and you clung to him, moving your fingers through his hair.

He tasted so sweet. So hot and sweet, and you kept trying to say his name, but you couldn't even find time to breathe, let alone speak a single word.

You undid his sweatshirt, your hands shaking and fumbling with the zipper. You didn't even get a chance to push the fabric out of his body before he pulled you closer, slipping your inner thighs over his. Oh, God! No words have been coined to describe the feeling of those balls crashing into your walls. A moan broke out of your mouth, and you felt how his dick became harder underneath you. Perfect.

You kissed him from his lips down to his neck to his shoulders. He felt your saliva like dewdrops on a spring day on his skin. A warm sensation ran through him when you whispered the next thing you were going to do with him—something he desired.

You grabbed his wrists and lifted his arms above his head while pressing your clothed breasts on his bare chest. His lips were set in a sly grin.

"Satoru," you muttered, finally capable of speaking. He looked up, white lashes rising to reveal more beauty than you had ever seen in the same moment—his ocean eyes.

You took his face in your hands and kissed him. So slowly. His eyes fell closed. His mouth responded to yours. His hands expanded to bring you closer, but you stopped him. "No," you whispered. "Don't move."

He dropped his hands.

"Lie back," he obeyed, and you started to kiss him everywhere. His cheeks, his eyelids, the tip of his nose, and the space between his eyebrows. All across his forehead and along his jawline. Every inch of his face.

Your small, soft kisses said more than you ever could. You wanted him to know how he had made you feel. You needed to show him the depth of emotions behind your movements in a way only he could comprehend. You never asked for anything, but he gave you everything. His love. His time. His attention. His body. His being.

You sat kneeling on the floor. Your mouth crawled down to his neck, and he gasped. You inhaled the scent of his skin, took in his taste, and ran down your hands to his chest, kissing your way across and down the line of his torso.

He kept trying to touch you, and you had to tell him to stop. "Y/N," he murmured, "I want to feel you," but you cut him off. "Not yet. Not now."

Your hands moved to his pants, and his eyes flew open. "Close your eyes," you told him.

"No!" He could barely talk.

"Close your eyes, Satoru," your voice still soft.

He shook his head.

"Fine." You grinned while your fingers were playing with his grey trousers waistband.

"Y/N?" He breathed. "What… what are you…"

You were pulling off his pants. He sat up.

"Lie back, Satoru, please." You used your hand to press his chest.

He stared at you, eyes wide open. He never thought you would do it. So you really meant it when you whispered in his ear. He surrendered and ended up falling back.

You tugged his trousers off all the way, tossing them to the floor.

He was in his underwear.

You traced the seam on the soft cotton, following the lines on the overlapping pieces of his boxer briefs as they had intersected in the middle. He was breathing so fast you could hear him and see his chest moving. His eyes squeezed shut. His head tilted back. His lips parted.

You touched him again, so lightly.

He stifled a moan, biting his bottom lip. His whole body was trembling, his hands clutching at the seat handles. You slid your hands down his legs, gripping them just above his knees and inching them apart to make room for kisses. You trailed up the insides of his thighs, licking his skin, skimming his scent.

He looked like he was in pain. So much pain.

You found the elastic waist of his underwear and tugged it down.

Slowly.

Holy Moly! Hell was empty, and all devils were there.

You kissed your way across his hardness.

Satoru looked down at your bent head and almost came at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. Every fiber of his being demanded you take him in your mouth, but he wanted you to call the shots. Allowing you to control the pace of intimacy pushed him beyond anything he had felt before. The thrill was knowing he was at your mercy. You cupped his balls with one hand, squeezing, caressing them, your nails scraping against his sensitive skin. They drew tighter, and a drip of pre-cum wetted the head of his dick. While you continued to rub his balls, you rolled the fingers of your other hand around the base of his cock. You slid your hand up the length and backed down.

Blood drained from his head and rushed straight to his dick. His head span as he watched you licking the little cum off the tip with your tongue. Closing your eyes, you licked your lips. "You taste sugary."

Jesus! You twirled your tongue around the top of his shaft, then took the crown of his cock into your mouth. Just enough to tease. Not enough to satisfy. You circled the tip with your tongue again, and when he was sure he was ready to scream, you accepted the whole length of him in your warm mouth. You looked up, caught his gaze, and slowly began sucking on him. You kept one hand on his balls, moving your fingers over them as you worked his cock in earnest. Each time you drew to the top of his dick, you passed your tongue over the head.

He threaded his fingers through your hair and molded his hands into your head just to push it further down. You closed your eyes, humming as you increased the speed of your ministrations. The vibration reached down to his toes. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep himself from losing all control. "Keep your eyes on me, babe."

Satoru's muscles tensed as you pushed him deeper, playing with his balls, sucking and slurping his cock. When he thought he would never find relief, when he was sure there was no way of any better than he did at that moment, he exploded.

And what did you do? You kept sucking as he came. You licked up one side and down the other as he swayed his hips, fucking your mouth, knowing nothing had ever felt as good as that.

A few minutes later, Satoru seized your chin and raised your head.

You met him face to face and saw the intensity in his eyes. You felt a flutter in your chest. You wanted him to take you. To use you for his pleasure. You wanted him to hold you down and fuck you as rough as possible. To snatch the moans out of your throat. You needed to feel his animal desire. You looked into his eyes again and felt like you were getting wet.

He pulled your head towards him, and his lips slammed into yours. His tongue seeped right into your mouth. Now he could feel his own taste in your mouth. From the author's perspective, nothing was hotter than a man who wasn't afraid to taste himself.

You sat on his lap again. He wrapped your legs around his hips, his thumbs two parentheses around your mouth. He deepened the kiss.

It was a heavy, unbelievable kiss. The kind of kiss inspired stars to climb into the sky and lit up the world—the kind that took forever and no time at all.

"Thank you for being my friend and lover, Satoru." It was supposed to sound romantic. At least in your naive mind, it was. But for fuck's sake, did you just friend-zoned him in the middle of making out?

His hands held your cheeks when he withdrew to look into your eyes with disbelief. "I'm your friend?" He glided his hands over your shoulders.

You had no clue. Yet. "Yeah, you're my best friend," you told him, keeping your gaze in his eyes.

"But Kento is your best friend."

You realized the mistake you had made, and you tried so hard not to laugh at the jealousy in his voice. "Yes. That makes you my favorite friend."

Satoru leaned in; his hand grabbed your waist and squeezed your sides tightly. "Good," he whispered, kissing your neck while exhaling harshly. "Now I want to show you," he hoisted you up into his arms, and he stood up with you in his embrace. He placed you on the edge of his desk, "how much I value your friendship."

You bit back a shiver and saw how suddenly, with a rapid movement, he cleaned all the reports and papers off his desk, and they scattered on the floor.

He returned his piercing eyes to you. "But I would like you to reconsider my title," he had one hand under your neck, the other under your shirt. "Because my friendship," his hot breath hit your earlobe, "comes with so many benefits than Kento could even offer," his teeth nibbled your ear, and you couldn't breathe. Just couldn't.

He ran his fingers up your back, and suddenly his thigh was between your legs. His hand slipped behind your knee and upwards.

You were breathing so fast, your head spinning as you tried to hold on to him.

"Up," he said, his voice firm, "lift your arms up."

You did.

He tugged up your shirt, pulled it over your head, and tossed it somewhere on the floor.

"I want these down," he unbuttoned your pants. "Lift your hips for me, my friend!" He smirked and hooked his fingers around the waist of your pants, pulling them down.

You gasped. You were sitting on his desk wearing nothing but your bra and panties.

His hands were moving up your legs and the inner sides of your thighs while his lips were making their way down your chest, undoing what little was left of your composure and every bit of your sanity. You let out moans of delight as he marked you as his and who knows, maybe that was the reason behind him going crazy.

He ripped off your bra and panties, leaving your naked body to feel the cold air.

"Hey you can't rip..." He cut you, "I'll buy you more and I'll rip them off, too." He was drowning in lust, and you were going down with him.

Once your breasts popped out of the bra, he grabbed both and began fondling them harshly. Moans filled the quiet room as he continued to taste you. His lips were attached to your hard nipples, and he was busy biting and sucking them off.

"Ahhh… Satoru! Umh… D-don't stop…please more…" With all the sucking, you felt his hard cock pressing against your thigh.

He let go of your nipples and slid his hand down between your legs. "I still haven't done anything and you're already wet for me?" His fingers were running up and down your clit. "So needy, aren't you?"

He reached down, sliding his fingers against your slit. He raised his hand and sucked off his index finger.

You had never seen anything so basic, so primal yet wild in your life. The primitive action sent a few alarms ringing, but there was nothing you could do. Even if you wanted to deny the possessiveness you saw in his eyes; you couldn't.

He spanked your soaked cunt, making a splashing sound. Then he took the tiny threads attached to the golden balls and jerked them out of you suddenly. You almost climaxed. Were you alive?

Your head was pressed back, and your hands were gripping his shoulders. You were trying not to scream, and he was already moving down your body. He was already chosen where to kiss, how to kiss.

Satoru threw the balls on the couch, sat down between your legs, and pressed a kiss on the soft skin of your inner thigh. You didn't say anything, just watched him as he kissed his way to his final destination.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Your musky odor filled his nostrils, and the heat burned a path toward his balls.

God! There was something sweet about you, something that always crawled into Satoru's heart when he looked at you. Touching you, feeling you, making you come… They were all beyond any feeling of joy he had ever experienced.

He looked up and caught your gaze. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward and licked your outer lips. The juice flowed off your sex. Sweet as honey and hot as sin.

The taste of you was enough to satisfy his sweet tooth desires.

Next, he slipped his tongue inside, and you couldn't watch anymore. You closed your eyes and moaned his name. He was sure he would never get your taste or the sounds you made out of his head.

Over and over, he shoved his tongue in, licking, slurping your cream. Satoru stopped for a second and then took your swollen clit into his mouth as he slid two fingers into you.

Juice wet his fingers as your inner muscles clamped tight around them. He went on teasing your clit while he added another finger. Your moans grew louder, and your muscles constricted around his fingers.

Satoru knew you were close, striving to reach the top. And you came while your body was a shaking mess. He lifted his head. Your eyes were teary, baby hairs were stuck in your sweaty forehead, your mouth was open in a silent moan, and he could swear that he had never seen anything as beautiful as you in his life.

He moved up on your body, licking each nipple on his way. He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, and without giving any hint, he thrust his cock in you to the hilt with a fast, hard push. You were on the verge of sobbing. Your muscles were still quivering with your climax, pulling him even deeper.

So completely lost in you, the taste of you still on his mouth, he plunged once, twice, and on the third thrust, you screamed his name. He pulled out and grabbed your arms. He yanked you to your feet and lifted you in his arms.

"Satoru!" Your tired voice was tinged with embarrassment. He liked the way you felt as he carried you. He could carry you around forever.

He dumped you on the couch. You laid on the couch, naked, while your arms wrapped around him. Your skin was smooth, silky, and he explored it with his hands, lips, and tongue. You made soft sounds as he worked, sighs, giggles, a sudden intake of breath. He was in no hurry, and you relaxed into the rhythm of his lovemaking. He gave you time to regain your energy.

"Satoru," he looked at you, but he never stopped what he was doing. He held your gaze as his mouth closed on your nipple. You couldn't take your eyes off him. His eyes were hot with desire, hot for you. It wasn't lust. This wasn't just sex. This was…

You willed to close your eyes and not look, but you couldn't. It was as if he had some kind of hold on you.

He didn't say a word, but he switched from one breast to the other, giving it the same treatment as the first. Another wave of desire passed through you, and just like that, passion took the place of blood in your veins.

You shut your eyes and cried out his name. Again and again and again. Nothing in your life had ever felt so good, so right as his touch.

Now his erection was grinding against yours. Every loving inch of his shaft was throbbing against your sex. You wanted, no let's use a better word, you needed him. He stretched over you. His body, rough from years of hard training, pressed against yours.

You watched him through your lowered eyelashes, and your breath took hold of your lungs. The dim light of sunset accentuated the harsh bone structure of his body. The dark flush on his cheeks and his soft blue eyes spoke of his need for you. Only for you.

You pushed your aching sex against his hardened cock, and you watched the multitude of expressions flickering over his face. But before you had time to sift through all your thoughts, he was on top of you.

He kissed your neck, your throat, your breasts, his tongue gliding over the tip of your nipple, then moving to your lips. You opened for him, and his tongue slipped inside, moving in and out of your mouth as he slid his dick against your pussy. With each stroke, he rubbed the head of his cock against your clit.

As Satoru pursued his assault on your mouth, he first pinched one of your nipples, then the other. The delectable pain increased your arousal. Unable to restrain oneself, you closed your eyes and sobbed his name. "Please, Satoru, fuck me now. I need your cock inside me."

It was like you didn't have him now; you would have to harm him physically. You didn't have to wait long. He guided his cock into your core, and your inner muscles were honored to clasp him tight as he pushed further.

"You're so wet for me," he lifted your legs to his shoulders, tightening your hold on his cock. He slowly pulled out, then slid back into the end. Finally, you could feel every inch of him inside you again. However, that was not enough. You wanted to be fucked hard and fast. But Satoru had put you in a position where he retained control.

Frustration boiled even more as he pulled nearly all the way out and then thrust back into you. You wiggled as much as you could against him. "Harder."

He chuckled and pulled out again. This time his thrust back was tougher but still controlled. As you gazed at him, his lips curled in pure masculine satisfaction and dominance. "I'm going to fuck you in the way you need to be fucked. No quick screw. I want to push you. I want to make sure you can't control yourself. I want you to shout my name when you come." As he spoke, he continued his same lazy rhythm.

The irritation made you rise to the elbows, but Satoru pushed you. His hands remained on your shoulders, pushing you to the couch. "You asked to be fucked, and you'll get exactly that. You're going to take my dick the way I want you to." His demanding voice should have frightened you or at least made you angry. But another wave of juice filled your pussy, wetting his cock away.

"Touch your breasts." Without thinking, you acted immediately on the command. You circled your nipples with your fingers. "Now, pinch them."

You did.

"You like that, don't you?"

You nodded as you pinched them again, sending another burst of electricity through your body. His measured thrusts increased in speed. He pushed you just a bit closer to the pinnacle with every move in you.

"I want to see you come. I want to feel your pussy clenching my dick as you yell my name." His harsh words precipitated you on the verge of a freefall. "That's it, baby. Yeah, that's it."

"Sa-toru!" He thrust harder and faster. The walls drew tighter, and then your thoughts burst into thousands of pieces as your orgasm tore through you.

"Ahh, Y/N." He thrust hard once more. He exploded as he shouted your name. Then, you looked up at him, his eyes closed, a sheer pleasure sweeping over his face. He shuddered twice, then opened his eyes. The warmth in his eyes was what you were waiting for. But there was something more around the edges of it, past the sexual satisfaction. You could feel it, but you couldn't bring yourself to accept it.

Emotions you hadn't felt, hadn't allowed yourself to feel for years, filled you. Tears built up in your eyes as you closed them—the emptiness you had denied dissolved and was replaced by something deeper, scarier. The panic came, and you pushed the feelings deep into your heart and soul. You were thinking about love, having a family, and kids, but you tricked yourself that it was because your body was still warm from Satoru's cum.

Satoru gently released your legs from his shoulders, but you wouldn't, couldn't, open your eyes. You didn't want him to know he had brought you to tears. And truth be told, you didn't want to see his eyes. You couldn't handle the emotions that were welling up in your heart. He settled on top of you. His dick, still pulsing from his release, rested inside of you.

His hands burrowed beneath your ass, a hand cupping each cheek. He sighed, his sound filled with so much sated satisfaction that your heart turned over. You wanted to give him everything you could, all you had and didn't have.

You wrapped your arms around him, knowing deep in your soul you may have really screwed up all your plans and decisions.

You never wanted to bring a cursed child such as yourself into this world, but something in you told you that he would love your child, no matter what.

Were you expecting desperation to take over? Were you going to regret it one day? You knew well that you were stepping on a path that was either full of pain or joy. But my dear, when was life kind with you that you dreamed of happiness?

Satoru had no way of knowing what you were thinking. Every muscle in his body relaxed as he felt your touch. His cock still inside you, he shifted to the side to relieve you from his weight. The warmth filled his chest as you followed him and snuggled closer.

You never had a problem showing affection for him, but it seemed like you were keeping a distance. He knew you were drowning in your thoughts.

He had come inside you without your consent. Were you sad about it? He let out a deep breath. The musky smell of sex was dangling in the air. He waited for the regret of what he had done to fill him, but the only thing that coursed through his veins was bone-deep satisfaction. He was sure that he wanted you and everything you were willing to offer him.

He drew you even closer, one hand still resting on your rounded ass. He pushed back some of your hair using his other one, his fingers threading through your soft strands. Even though you kept your eyes closed, a smile curved your lips. You were feeling alive in his embrace. What could go wrong when you had him by your side?

He kissed your temple. Hot and moist from lovemaking, your skin smelled of passion, and your usual scent—lemon cakes.

He looked around, and a sincere smile settled upon his lips. It was the same couch you waited until morning for Satoru to return from his mission and talk to him. Because you thought that he was still upset after 2 weeks. He remembered that you were shocked to see the bandage over his eyes and thought he had gone blind. Oh, how many sweets you had bought to make it up for him.

Satoru leaned against his elbow and stared at your beautiful face. He was in love with you so that he couldn't push you into anything. "You take a bath. You have a meeting with Kento, I'll buy you an emergency pill." His lips were set in a soft smile. After all, love requires sacrifices and compromises, and he knew it.

"Satoru… I…" You couldn't tell him that you wanted what he wanted. You didn't tell him you wouldn't take that little white round pill. Maybe it would be better not to give him false hopes. Your eyes became tangled with his. He still got that smile on his face. You didn't know that a person could convey so much with just one smile. There was extraordinary pain in him, extraordinary passion. It took your breath away.

"I love you, Y/N," he said, without hesitation, without wasting time.

"I love you too, Satoru, you know that, right?" You knew he was lonely. Lonelier than he let on. Maybe even lonelier than he realized. And you were the only one he had after Suguru Geto, and he didn't want to lose you either.

"I know."

"Then what are you sad about?"

"Do you know what I fear most? It's not dying; it's not heights; it's not curses or higher-ups. It's about losing you. You're everything to me. To be frank, I can't imagine a life without you." As the strongest, he was always feared, but never felt fear. He didn't know that fear was an illness and that leaving it untreated could consume him. But he was a smart man, he would figure it out that the only remedy for his illness was a confrontation. But was the almighty Satoru Gojo strong enough to face his biggest fear?

He hugged you in his arms and leaned his head on your chest. Where all his troubles would disappear, where he could feel the flow of life in your being. He turned his face to the other side and closed his eyes. "Can you make me a promise to stay in my life forever?" He whispered, tightening his grip around you. "I don't want you to leave me. Because I know you've been thinking about it for a while."

Your heart fluttered, but it also made you sick to your stomach. He knew it all, but he had never brought it up with you.

"Satoru…" You ran your fingers through his soft locks of white hair. You never meant to break his already broken heart.

"Please, just right now. Even if you don't mean it. Please just tell me." He was desperate for your agreement, needing it more than anything. You have never heard him beg like that before. It felt really unnatural knowing he wanted you to say it even if you didn't mean it. What he wanted was a lot more deep-rooted than you could imagine.

"I'll never leave you, I promise." You kissed his head, stroking his hair with one hand while intertwining the other with his left hand. You couldn't see his face, but you knew there was probably a smile on his lips.

Satoru brushed his cheeks on your bare stomach, and you felt his chest rising and falling close to your thigh. He closed his eyes as the memories flashed in front of them. The taste of your skin, your mouth, the way you moaned his name. Nothing had felt as good as sinking into your hot sex. When you had tightened around him…

He memorized all the small details about you and left them buried in his memory. "By the way, I'll never be able to sit on this couch again without thinking about sliding into you and hearing you moan my name." His husky voice skated along with your senses.

"You better," you laughed, and its sound skittered across his skin and sank into his heart.

Nowadays, you wish someone had told you that one day would come when not only Satoru Gojo will not sit on this couch, but he won't even want to lay his eyes on that fucking room.

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just wanna say: stemkoo + yoongs redemption arc. yoongi finally acknowledging jungkook as a love interest to oc and accepting it and jungkooks kinda confused because what now? is he safe alone with yoongi? are they brothers? and yoongis just "yeah kid you're here now and I see you but I'd still give you a knuckle sandwich anytime if u even breath wrong next to my baby soulmate"

cold senior!y/n x stem major!koo masterlist :D

stem koo has a breakdown over driving alone for the first time, and it just so happens that yoongi's the only one there for him. alternatively, it's koo and yoongs' redemption arc :-)

warnings: mention and descriptions of a panic attack

jungkook will not cry

not right here, in an emergency bay that's just five meters away from a bustling gas station where there's a convenience store and a couple of food chains and cafés he can go to in order to clear his head

not right now, in his brand-new car that his parents excitedly bought for him once they caught the news that he's already obtained his driver's license. he's admittedly already used to a lofty lifestyle, but somehow guilt settled in when he remembers telling his parents at night, and the next morning, his dad's calling him to come out of his dorm to see such a big purchase they didn't think twice in buying

jungkook already drove before. countless of times!!

tried it the first three times in his hometown with his dad on the front seat and his mom at the back, a little amused yet more frantic because this is perhaps the most frustrated state he's put his parents in

he's also took 30 hours in driving lessons during break and the happiest that he's been during the whole time is the part wherein he gets home by foot, relieved that he doesn't have to shared a confined space with his instructor that's far too chatty and intimidating at the same time

most importantly, jungkook drove endlessly and ultimately learned from you, jin, and yoongi!! he remembered mentioning in passing that he doesn't have a driver's license yet and he could distinctly remembering the three of you arguing about who'd teach him first

of course it was you whom he picked first, and it became a driving lesson that racked immense pressure and comfort from him

you taught him how to properly control his gas and brakes and then did jungkook only learn that he's a little too heavy-footed with the pedals, mistakenly thinking that he should press his wHOLE foot instead of just atleast a fourth of it

he learned how to accelerate without making the car jump and brake without making a god-awful screech!! also learned how to pull up the handbrake with ease because his wrist's too tensioned the first time around

seokjin taught him how to turn and park smoothly. how to actually command the wheel without his hands getting wrung and just nailing commando with like tHREE maneuvers max!!! max!!!

also jin taught him (reluctantly) how to reverse while looking back and holding headrest of the front seat bc jungkook read from somewhere that people apparently (read: you) find it attractive

and well... yoongi?

yoongi taught him everything

jungkook was a lil scared when he realized that it was yoongi's turn to teach him, but surprisingly, and uh well nO offense to his parents and instructor and girlfriend and girlfriend's friend,, but yoongi is the best teacher he's ever had

he taught him how to actually drive-drive if that's supposed to explain everything

he taught him how to not grip the steering wheel a little too tight and heavy. to be relaxed enough that he drives his car and not the other way around, but not too relaxed that the car feels too light in his command

yoongi taught him how to overtake and counterflow when necessary and how not to be a push-over and let every car pass even if it's him who has the right of way

jungkook was taught how to not squirm and be shy with honking because it's literally tHERE to be used!! yoongi taught him not to cower when there's a huge 4x4 with the truck horn that's aiming to squeeze in between lanes and just drive like normal

he learned how he shouldn't trust the mirrors at all times because it's not the accurate depiction of how far he is from backing into a tree and instead, open the window to see it for himself

yoongi taught him about the gearbox so eASILY that jungkook almost cried in realization that he finally managed to comprehend it fully without feeling the need to search in between stops

...

yes, jungkook did drive countless of times.

but this is the first time ever that jungkook drove alone and by himself; no company at all to tell him how he's going a little too fast or a little too near to the vehicle in front of him

he's alone. driving. in his own car. and now he's parked by himself near the gas station and the radio's playing a little too loud.

in second thought?

jungkook will cry

you're not there to console him as soon as you see his bottom lip tremble and his eyes freeze because you're someplace else

you're on a road trip with seokjin because it's his niece's first birthday and his whole extended family would be there and he doesn't know if he can actually handle that by himself ://

his family already knows you anyway and they're awarE of how their own relatives could be so now jin's immediate kim family is relying on you to be also their breather <3

the whole reason that jungkook decided to go onto this mini roadtrip by himself in the first place was to surprise you!!

he heard you over movie night once that you wanted to try these famous donuts from this shop that's an hour and a half drive away, and from your descriptions alone, yoongi and jin aND jungkook decided that they also wanted to try

and kook's just being a loving boyfriend and friend (?) that he made the collective decision that while you and jin were out, while yoongi's in the dorm — he's driving by himself for an hour and a half to get the donuts

but no, he hasn't even reached the donut place yet because he's an hour away still

he suddenly felt that his legs froze and he couldn't move at all because he realized that he's holding a wheel in his hands and the consciousness of it all makes his eyes widen, feeling the smooth leather go heavy within a blink

it was his sudden fear that the car's driving him and he doesn't have any control of it even if he has the means to do so, his mind too far in that he swerves to the right-most lane without his blinkers on and without checking his side mirrors

and even more concerningly, jungkook's still thinking about donuts even if he's in a state in which he's feeling a little dizzy and his chest is tight, having trouble breathing with his tummy aching that he feels he want to throw up

he can't think nor breathe straight and it physically pains him, the only thing registering in his hazy mind being his phone, the lockscreen that's set to you being the first thing that greets him

his fingers tremble as they move on their own and he doesn't realize it, only being jolted when his phone silently rings on his palm because even he doesn't know how nor whom he called

he's already removed his glasses to rub his eyes but they just blearily ache when he tries to see the name on his phone, his eyesight being blurred by the tears he's trying to keep at bay

jungkook's phone stops ringing until it finally connects, pressing his phone to his ear as confused as he is because he can't even remember who he called

"hello? why are you calling me, kid?"

it's yoongi.

jungkook breathes a sigh of relief that of all the people he's accidentally called — it's yoongi

he immediately welcomes the gruff voice, a sob racking through his entire body that he didn't even realize he was holding back

"y-yoongi! oh my god, yoongi! i-it's you!"

yoongi was merely napping when he felt his phone ring beside his pillow, an unfamiliar ringtone reaching his ears that he felt compelled to check it

his tone couldn't have been more abrupt but it's greeted nothing but warmly, the voice from the other side of the line making him focus concentratedly

jungkook greets him so eagerly and panickedly that it worries him, the large gulp of air convincing him that it's not just his airconditioner that's turned all the way up

"what happened to you? are you okay?"

jungkook whimpers at the question, stuttering over words that haven't even formed as he looks frantically left and right to see if his spot at the emergency bay is bothering anyone

there isn't anyone approaching him and-

"h-hazard! i-i need the hazard on."

all the red he's seeing reminds him of his hazard lights, remembering your words to keep them on if you're a potential hazard on the road

yoongi's remaining sleepiness dissipates as his eyebrows knot, overwhelmingly alert as he stands up from bed and find a shirt to put on before he even knows what's going on

"hazard?" he parrots, trying to see if he's slept through some urgent texts from any of you that could make him put the pieces together. "i need you to calm down for me, jungkook."

jungkook's busy eyes snap in one place at the mention of his name, blinking owlishly at the recognition of what yoongi's saying

"i-i forgot how to drive. the wheel — the wheel b-became too heavy on my hands," he stammers, looking at the circle that's in front of him that feels and now looks foreign to him. "i-i drove alone because-"

yoongi's heart pangs at the observation that jungkook's voice is breaking and desperate, turning off his fan before he scurries outside his bedroom and double-checks to turn off everything

"yeah, jungkook? come one, you can do it. you drove alone because?"

he once again affirms jungkook by reminding him of his own name to try and ground him, slipping on his shoes with a vague outline of a plan in his mind

"donuts. i-i heard — y-you all wanted these donuts and the uhm, t-the three of you had a bad day last week, right? i-i think. i'm not over there and you're the only who's home and i-i figured that-" his voice gives out at the end, unable to keep his tears from falling at this point. "help, hyung."

yoongi blinks once, twice, before he finds his voice

"i'm still proud of you, jungkook. good job," he rummages through the bowl of money the three of you drop your change into, dumping the entirety of it as he hopes it's enough to tip the cab driver he's gonna tell to drive as fast as he could. "now can you tell me what you see? can you tell me where you are? where you're parked? hyung will help you."

...

......

it takes yoongi a total of fifteen minutes to reach jungkook at the emergency bay by the side of the road.

his car's pristine and intact and it calms him to no end, immediately calling jungkook to tell him he's there so he wouldn't have to startle him with a knock

yoongi enters the driver's seat and his eyes immediately whip to jungkook who's already transferred to the passenger seat, his face teary and blotchy as he shakily grins at him through it all

"hyu — yoongi! h-hi!! oh my god, you're here."

he nods and softly smiles, adjusting the seat to accommodate his preferences that it makes kook put his seatbelt out of reflex

he's beyond happy to have another person in the car with him, enough to make him feel surrounded and reassured that he can't hear his breathing echoing in his vehicle

he's already mostly regained his breath but it picks up when yoongi doesn't drive straightly like what he thought he would — instead, yoongi drives five meters ahead and turns to the gas station, wordlessly finding a parking spot

"... b-but the donuts. y-you guys wanted the donuts, right?"

he purses his lips at the inquiry, shaking his head somberly

he can't even begin to gRASP why after all this, he's still focused on the donuts that he meant to get for the three of you — still beyond desperate to secure what was meant to cheer everyone up despite having gone through a new driver's version of hell

"how about we grab a bite first and then we could get the donuts after? my treat."

jungkook was about to politely say no and apologize for imposing, the words being caught on his mouth when yoongi reverses into a parking spot swiftly and gets out of the car before he can put a word in, already having him opening the door on his side

he looks up at him as if he's seen a ghost, a slow tick of a minute on his mind reminding him that yoongi's here for him

yoongi looks down to see the younger guy that still looks very much like what he's been through just minutes ago, making him spring into action

he wordlessly combs his hand through his hair like he does with you when you have a fever and cannot be bothered to keep up with appearances, pushing it back neatly

he grabs jungkook's glasses that are muddled with dried tears and fingerprints from the console, cleaning it with the end of his shirt before handing it back to him

"bite first, then we'll get donuts. i promise."

oh my god

is he having an out of body experience

jungkook can walk but he doesn't feel like it because now his steps are toO light, feeling as if he's gliding through air with ease

he follows yoongi's shadow and stares at the back of his head, the newly-dyed pink of it gleaming underneath the morning sun that he tries to focus on it instead of his raging thoughts

yoongi walks into a serene café that's only the calming kind of busy; people here and there in their own conversations, blenders humming and silverware clinking

it's not until yoongi tells jungkook to pick a spot as he lines up to order that it trulY hits him what's happening, picking the comfiest spot his eyes laid on

there's no build-up to the moment because unlike their previous interactions where it's only the two of them, there's no score in the background.

there's no tension nor ill intent and the only thing that's there between them is a comfortable silence, one that jungkook's insistent to break this one time

"i-i'm sorry i called you. you were probably busy. i didn't know what i was doing and-"

"no," he cuts him off, sheepishly putting a hand on his nape. "i called you, jungkook."

"huh?" he couldn't hold back the audible surprise that left him, making him backtrack instead of continuing his sentence

yoongi thinks that the truth wouldn't hurt, leaning to his chair as he relaxed to put the guy across him at ease somehow

"you did call me, but you dropped it in less than two seconds," he admits, drumming his fingers on the armrest. "i called you back."

jungkook visibly awes at that, head tilting as the confusion he has in his head doubles over and starts crawling on four limbs

"w-why did you that?"

was that it?

was that why he felt so confused when he could barely see a caller ID? it was ringing out for him to answer and not the other way around

yoongi's the one perplexed this time but he doesn't blame him, answering sincerely

"because i look out for you too."

there's a pregnant pause between them and yoongi could clearly see the way jungkook's shoulders slump, making him lean forward out of instinct because he thought he was gonna break down again

"i'm sorry," he looks up at him with glassy eyes, wide but not threatening to cry out of despair. "i'm sorry, yoongi."

he knows by that tone that jungkook's not talking about the call anymore, making him raise his hand to wave it off lightly

"we don't have to do this right now, kook. the both of us probably haven't even had breakfast yet."

the much-awaited talk between them has been set far enough for the perfect timing but the bulk of everything just points to now, only getting more strengthened when jungkook breaks the silence again. "but i mean it."

"i was so stupid back then and i didn't know how much i hurt you through y/n," he reflects back to how distraught and angry yoongi looked at him, not to mention the fact that seokjin told him how yoongi didn't sleep at all for a week because of how he was kept up just thinking and trying to protect you. "i-i know it must've hurt to see your soulmate hurt because of me and that she forgave me still. a-and made me her boyfriend, even."

his mouth dries because the younger boy recites his previous heartaches almost word per word, taking his time to digest each one

"i did hurt, jungkook."

there's no denying that. no cover-up of jin as he tries to boost everyone up can ever hide that. no lies to how tae, who barely even knows yoongi, felt his chest tighten when he came over one morning to deliver the cookies and see yoongi sitting outside your door with his ear pressed to it — trying to hear if you were crying while holds his own.

there's no denying either the truth that reflects why exactly yoongi made a cab driver break almost every traffic law to man just to get to jungkook faster.

"but y/n's not hurting anymore — i'm not hurting anymore," he enunciates. "i'm not mad at you anymore, jungkook."

the guy in question looks alarmed, sheepish even at the words he's been wanting to hear but couldn't believe now that they're being uttered

"you should be."

yoongi snorts because jungkook reminds him of you so so much, an uncanny resemblance between the guilt you've always tried to live with before trying to acquit

"i'll hold it over your head if it makes you sleep at night or remind you when you decide to act up again," he chuckles but he's met with jungkook's frantic no's, waving him off when he realizes that his egging's truly working. "but i don't have it in me to be mad at you for any longer."

it's the truth. it's the truth that yoongi always tried to refute because for the past weeks, all he's done is try to find the most miniscule flaw to try and make him hate jungkook

he's only thought once in his lifetime that he'd ever forgive jungkook, but now did it become crystal clear

"you've proved yourself enough, even jin said so," he admits humbly. "but i know you're not doing all of this to prove yourself to us or to me, kook."

he looks up at from his hands to train his gaze on his girlfriend's soulmate, listening attentively

"i know you do it from the heart."

he feels like crying but only this time is it for an entirely different and positive reason, a leap on his chest heightening tenfold

"as much as you rely on y/n — you can also rely on me too, jungkook."

the two of them hold eye contact and neither of them shy away from it, a silent fact in the air as they know that it's not only you who's linking them at this point, but rather because they're somewhat brothers at this point

"i forgive you."

"y-you forgive me?"

he feels his ears ringing in happiness as he tries to dodge the waiter who's blocking his view of yoongi with the way he's putting down the meals, frantically looking for confirmation

yoongi finds it cute, laughing as he throws his head back

"you're the one who does the quizbees. why are you making me spell it out?"

then he knows.

"you forgive me," he parrots, repeating it once more to himself

the two of them eat throughout thoughtful conversation, stemming from the inquiry of how yoongi made a thirty-minute drive into only half of it, until it bloomed to how kook claims to be forgetful but remembers a whisper about bread from a week ago

"tell me if you want to try and drive to the donut place," yoongi turns to him as he settles the bill, watching jungkook finish the last of his food as he throws him a sheepish smile — much like how you do

"i'll be watching over you, koo. don't worry."

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misspearly1 · 2 years

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Be My Redemption

Chapter v111

NO MINORS 🔞 18+ Content.

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Words:3,240

Warnings: SMUT (finally 😋) Oral sex (fem receiving), more erections! No PIV yet, we’ll get there eventually readers. 😅 NO MINORS 🔞 18+ Content.

NOTES: this ones a little longer folks, more chemistry building between characters. But do enjoy! I stressed over writing smut or not but I think it works 🤞🏼

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Laying with Joel on the sofa, you as the little spoon in this position, you openly gasp when he grinds on you once again. Your cheeks begin to redden as you squeeze your thighs together, to squeeze the tension that’s starting to build within your heat.

Shit, I hope he didn’t hear me. He is really hard right now too, I can feel him pressing into me. I should wake him up, he probably doesn’t realise what he’s doing Y/N. I wonder how he fee- NO. No more of those thoughts. Wake the man up, now -

You made a point to clear your throat before speaking out loud, “*ahem* - Joel?”

Unmoving, but still poking his morning wood into you, he mumbles within his deep sleep “Hm, um Hm?”

You stutter out, ignoring the burning desire to touch him, “Uhm..Are... Are you awake?”

He doesn’t answer your question, but his hips do. As he moves again, the feeling of his erection sends shockwaves through your body and excitement to your core.

Sucking in a breath of air, now you’re wondering if he is indeed awake, but is pretending not to be. Your pussy clenches at the thought of him doing this to you intentionally. Clearing your throat once more, you speak out with a stern tone “Joel Miller, wake up”

You felt his chest jerked outwards on your back, and the sharp exhale of his breath on your neck– did he laugh? he is awake, this asshole is awake and he is toying with me.

Slowly turning your head to face him, you see that his eyes are closed and he isn't moving, but that doesn’t fool you “Hey. Old man, I'm talking to you.”

The corners of his mouth twitch, its subtle but you caught it. Joel is very much awake, very much aware of his actions you caught him. Deciding to call him out on it, you bait him “You gonna answer me or just keep doing what you’re doing?”

Eyes still closed, he does finally answer you, croaking out “Hmm. Depends.” His deep, sexy morning voice almost makes you feral, makes you clench, again. Narrowing your eyes at him, your voice squeaks out “depends? Depends on what?”

He peeks the one eye open, then closes it upon noticing you looking at him. Waiting a moment to take a deep breath inward before he moves his mouth dangerously close to your ear, “if I were to push up on you again, will you try an’ hide the moan like you did just now?”

Snapping your own eyes shut, you turn away from him and blush. As you flirt back, he keeps his lips close to your neck “I don’t know what you’re talking bout, Mr... Must’er been dreaming it.”

Lips brushing over your skin, his beard prickles your neck, making you lean into him as he retorts “oh, I’ve definitely dreamt about it.” reaching your ear now, he drops an octave and grinds again to emphasise “can't you tell, y/n?”

Wanting to give in to him, you opt to taunt one more time, hoping to get a reaction “hm, I really need you to be specific Joel. Spell it out for me.”

He runs his hand around your tummy, then reaching down, he skims over the place you desperately want him to touch and instead, grabs a handful of your thigh, growling “I’ve dreamt about hearing you moan y/n. Dreamt of making you moan, girl.”

“Fuck...” breathing heavier now, you place your hand over his own, on your thigh and he squeezes it again, which makes you quiver. Stammering out “how.. how long have you been dreaming that for, huh?”

He removes his hand and you instantly miss the feeling, but he brings his thumb to your chin and turns you to face him, admitting “back at Maxie’s Mini Mart, when I snuck up on you and dragged you into that locker-” inching his lips so close to your own, “Feeling your body cramped up against my own, I wanted to take you there and then y/n-” you whine to him and he surges in, embracing the kiss and mumbling into you “seeing you squat down beside me.... putting that ass on for show... If it wasn’t for those damn hunters, I'd have my way with you right there” when you mewl, he thrusts his tongue inside.

Moaning to him now, you push his hand away from your chin and instead move it back to your thigh as you reach around to palm his crotch over his jeans and confess “When we were in that locker and you pulled my leg to my chest, Joel... Feeling your hand on my skin made me wet.. I..wan.. I wanted you to touch me somewhere else.”

Trailing his hand closer to your heat whilst kissing you still, he asks “where? Here, baby?” His hand is only brazing over the fabric but it feels delightful. Nodding a yes to him, he rubbed your pussy, making you jerk backwards into him, he groaned, pushing into your ass. Laying there on the sofa, panting as you both grind into each other.

After a couple minutes, your writhe within his hold whimpering to him “Mm..more..pl..please..Jo..Joel plea-OH FUCK”

Your pleading was cut short and then rewarded by his hand sliding down your pants, into your underwear and directly onto your clit. Rubbing circles around the bud, as he gathered your arousal over his fingers, he ran one of them down your slit near your entrance and then back up.

You clung to his arm as he stroked you, bucked your hips into him, impatiently, when he neared your hole. Seeing your desperation, he doesn’t waste time pushing a finger inside, sighing at the feeling of your walls around him “tell me, girl, how longs it been for you, hm? Your pussy’s tight around my finger”

You gasp at the intrusion; you know his hands are large but you didn’t expect one finger to burn so good, very quickly the sting vanished and it was just pure pleasure as he kept going. “Too fucking long, Joel.. Nnuggh, haven... havent even touched myself either”

He removed his finger and went back to your clit, flicking over it gently “You think you could take a little more, huh? Lay on your back and let me please you baby.”

Hesitating, you ask him “Bu..But what about you, Joel? What about your pleasure?

Shifting himself to hover above you, he places a reassuring kiss on your lips then looks into your eye’s “y/n, right now, this is about you. It’s your call darlin’, no pressure”

Your heart bursts when telling you this, smiling to him as you nod your head “okay. Just..Take it easy, it really has been a while.” He kisses you again then moves down your chin, “okay, pretty girl.”

Nipping a path down your neck as his beard scratches your skin, you wiggle underneath him. He pulls your shirt up, then licks a stripe between your breasts and when he sees your face shaped in pleasure, he pulls the fabric away from your nipple and attaches his lips over it, making you arch your back into him.

Grazing his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin and sucking on it, he watches you in with his eyes. Mewling and writhing from the sensation, then he releases it with a, pop. “You’re so sexy like this y/n, truly sexy, you know that?”

Closing your eyes as you struggle for air when he called you sexy, he continues down your torso. Blowing feather light breaths over your stomach, kissing your lower abdomen and calls you back “hey, eyes on me”

Looking down to him now, you watch as he unbuttons your jeans, lifting yourself slightly to allow him to slide them down with ease. He presses his face to your clothed cunt and inhales deeply, the action makes you flush then he raises his head, “I wonder if you taste as good as you smell. You ready, sweetheart?”

It feels too good to be embarrassed about him being so close to your core, so you reassure, whining to him “Uh-huh, baby. I’m ready.”

He doesn't hesitate in pulling your panties down and when he’s met with the sight of your glistening folds in his face he groans out “God damn, look at you.” licking his lips before adding “so wet for me, girl. Here... Keep your legs there for me.”

He placed each leg over his shoulders, then scooted up so your elevated off the sofa, he looks at you one more time before diving in. Taking your nub into his mouth and flattening his tongue over it. Moving side to side then up and down, licking and sucking on it, over and over again as he quickly sets a rhythm. Making that band in your stomach start to pull.

Breaking away momentarily, he brings a hand to your mouth and tells you to suck, when you obey and open, he pushes them inside and hums with you as you moan around his digits. Telling you “Good girl” before removing them, leaving a trail of saliva, he then brings them down to your entrance and slowly slides them inside. You squirm at the feeling “Shit, Joel...Ohhh, fuck.”

When his two fingers are buried to the knuckle he withdraws, then pushes them back in, keeping a steady pace as he fingers you “You like that?”

The heels of your feet dig into his back and you nod frantically, “yes, yes, yes don't stop Joel.” He reattaches his lips over your clit and the motion makes you clench around him. Joel moans with you, humming into you, the vibrations only adding to your pleasure as that band in your stomach tightens even more.

He continues his assault on your little bundle of nerves, you can feel your orgasm nearing but you wail out and thrash when his fingers curl, caressing that spot inside you. “JOEL. Right there. Oh, God.”

He smiles into you, groaning into you as he picks up his speed. Flicking his tongue rapidly and stroking your g-spot, he feels the pulsing around his fingers coming closer together and he knows you’re almost there “that’s it baby, come for me. C'mon, give it to me y/n.”

His command snaps the band in your stomach and you clamp down onto his fingers. Crying out to him when your orgasm washes over your body, “Ohhhh, Joeeel.” Cum gushes around his hand as he slows his movements.

He removes his fingers and replaces it with his tongue, sucking and licking in and around your cunt, then when he’s finished, he sucks his fingers clean “You taste good, darlin’” he kisses your clit once more, making you twitch, then lowers your legs and places his weight atop of your body. Questioning you “How’d I do, you feel satisfied?”

Running your hands through his dark hair and marvelling at his hazel-coloured eyes, you rose towards him and assign your lips to his, tasting yourself in the kiss. Breaking off and keeping the proximity, “Joel, that was amazing.” letting out a giggle then asked “but, are you satisfied?”

He adorned an honest smile and lustful eyes, expressing “Yes. Course’ I am, let's get you cleaned up and fed. Need some breakfast.” he kissed you back, just a peck then broke off and winked “I've already had mine”

Giggling more at his remark, he helped you clean up and get re-dressed, then you opted to make him breakfast in return that he deals with the coffee, seeing as though he can handle that better than you could anyways.

Joel, yet again, couldn’t believe the smell entering his nostrils, he asked you multiple times if it was real, if he could smell bacon. You showed him the can and explained, its bacon grill. When he showed that he had no clue as to what the difference was, you broke it down for him “Bacon grill is made from chopped and cured pork, its seasoned to be similar in flavour to bacon. That’s why it smells like it, it tastes really good and is an absolute rare diamond in this world to find, considering it’s manufactured in The Netherlands”

He looks to you with childlike wonder and confusion all at the same time “How the hell you know all that? And where did you find it?”

You smiled to him over the sizzle of the sliced meat cooking on the fire, “My grandpa was British, he used to get them shipped to him and we’d eat them together. 6 months ago I found a stock of them in this English themed bar, I snatched them all up”

He finished making the coffees, then brought them over to the table and sat “Damn, it smells like bacon, sounds like bacon, I sure hope it tastes like it bacon too”

Plating up the food with a side of beans, you brought the dishes over to Joel and sat beside him and warned “It doesn’t have the same texture, this is softer, like spam. But I'd say it tastes like bacon.” You spectated as he dug straight into the meat, cutting it up and shoving it in his mouth then moaned with delight “Mm, Good Lord!”

You grinned at the sight, “Taste good then? You like?” his pinpoint eyes shot to you and then he smirked “You got any more of this?” taking your own first bite now after a sip of coffee, you nodded your head “Yep, like three or four more cans. After that, I'm out, I'm running out of coffee too.”

Joel nodded with you, picking up his own coffee to slurp “Hm, not bad. Coffee is another luxury too, I suppose. Love me a cup of Joe.”

You laughed in agreement “I can tell that you do, you pretty much gulp down every cup you have”

He gives you a dry laugh “yeah, I know. I couldn’t function before without it, dealing with... my brother”

Beaming at him (and ignoring who he really means) you asked “Tell me more about your brother, is he anything like you?”

Joel, jokingly rolled his eyes, “Tommy’s....still growing up I guess. He’s four years younger than me and I was just the bossy older brother. Always been like that between us”

Expressing a smile and nodding to him, you chide “oh, I know how that is... Give me some examples”

Joel thought hard for a second, to remember before speaking “I got him a job working with me, he nearly fucked up my contracts. Got his own truck after a couple pay checks and totalled it three weeks later.” He smiled before remembering something else, then continued “Was dumped by his girl and had live on my damn couch for a couple month too, that wasn't so bad though, it was fun, actually.”

Taking everything in that he shared, you were content with learning a little more about Joel and his brother. When he noticed you staring, he shrugged his shoulders “That was then, these days he got fed up of his older brother taking care of him and hit the road.”

Sitting up in your seat now, not realising that you got comfy listing to him, you questioned “When was it? When did he leave?”

After finishing his last bite and putting down the plate, he sat back with his coffee held in his hand and went on “Not too long ago actually, a couple years, maybe longer. I.. erm, did some things he didn't agree with. I did a lot of things he didn’t agree with but this seemed to be the final push for him. Told me he couldn’t do this no more, said other words too but I won’t say those in front of a lady”

Joel taps the side of his cup and drops his gaze from you, then lowered his voice, almost as if he’s reluctant to go on “I killed a man trying to steal from us. I.. killed him.. In a bad way. Real bad way and Tommy didn’t recognise me, didn’t recognise his older brother and so, he left. The Hunters found me not long after and obviously, you know the rest”

He kept his eyes down, when you saw him being a bit guarded to let you know about how he killed someone, you tried to resonate with him “In a world like this Joel, it’s very easy for a person to fall off the edge and lose their selves. I would know, I've done it myself.”

He brings his sight back to you now, brows furrowed and searching your eyes for meaning. You shrugged your own shoulders and said “hmm, maybe another time, Joel. Just know, I’ve done some things myself and I understand. I’ll share them with you eventually, I just don’t want to ruin our lovely morning”

Picking up your cup, you bring it to you lips to drink back the memories that came forth upon admitting that to him. Only Diego knows about those things, but you wouldn’t object to telling Joel about them either.

Joel puts down his own cup and leans over grabbing your hand, rubbing circles on the back of your palm “I suppose we understand each other more than we realised. I won't judge and I won’t ask either, girl.”

Exhibiting a compassionate smile to him as you held his hand, you both stayed in silence for a long while, staring into each other’s eyes before the sound of birds whistling from outside broke the peace, making you speak first “we should probably get packed up and hit the road.” Smiling back at you, he agreed and broke the hold, pulling his hand back and stood with a stretch. Gathering your stuff and blankets you hopped into the car not long after.

An hour and a half later you were asleep in the passenger seat of the car, having spent most of the night awake you were in need of a nap. Joel didn’t mind, he had the cd’s music to keep him company, he figured you’d be tired from helping him through the night when he had been reminded of Sarah’s death.

Occasionally glancing over at your sleeping form, he felt those butterflies fluttering in his stomach once again and he placed a hand on your leg. Holding you, kept him grounded as he drove along the I-95. When he felt you stir, he looked over to you again and smiled seeing you reposition yourself in a deep sleep.

Then, turning his attention back to the road his eyes widened. Quickly twisting the wheel out of the way of a burning car and bracing a hand over your body as the truck lost control, swerving off the side of the road. But it didn’t do any good, for you were not wearing a seatbelt, you were hurled forward when he slammed on the breaks. You hit the dash, hard.

When he looked over to you again, slung across the seat, face busted and blood trailing down your nose, he yelled out to you “Y/N?” but you didn’t answer. Careful to lift your head, he felt your pulse, weak and faint, but it was there. Hearing the sounds of men hooting and cheering in the distance he called out to again.

“Y/N, wake up. C’mon, baby, please. We need to move — Y/N?.....”

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its-kall-the-clown · 3 years

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14 Fluff for Red Son realizing he's nursing a crush on MK

As some context this is post redemption for the demon bull family. So Mei, MK, and Red hang out a lot together now. Red Son is also an idiot. XD

Also this isn’t my most polished work so sorry if it feels rushed.

prompt list

Stop that!! (Don't stop)

Rating: PG-13 for implied sexual interactions

"I think I'm sick"

Red Son admits to the ceiling of Mei's room. They were hanging out like they normally did on days MK was training with monkey king. She was playing some sort of retro video game and he was watching till he got bored and lay on her bed thinking.

"You got a tummy ache?" Mei teased, pausing her game and he huffs rolling his eyes, and sits up.

"Don't be ridiculous" he huffs out and crosses his arms over his chest.

"Okayyyy so what're the symptoms." Mei crawls from her spot on the floor and joins him in bed, sitting crisscrossed with her hand in her lap, and leaning forward eagerly.

"It's hard to explain… sometimes when MK is gone my chest hurts " he places a hand over his heart that was beating normally at the moment.

"And sometimes, when he's around, my hands get sweaty and it feels like I'm gonna throw up and…." He watches a wide unlearning Cheshire grin grow across his friend's face. He continues on, albeit, a bit more hesitantly.

"And….sometimes I can't talk right, and sometimes when he IS around my chest hurts also?" Mei was grinning so wide she was more teeth than she was girl.

"Why are you smiling…."

"OMFG!!?? You have a crush on Mk?!!!" She squeaks excitedly and rolls around in her back as she descends into what Red can only describe as absolute madness.

"What are you talking about??!" He sputters, Mei giggles a bit longer before finally pulling together and greeting him with a wide grin.

"Dude. Your like SO gay for him. 'My HeARt hUrTs WhEn hE’s not arOuNdddd~ " she mocks him in a fake tone and he growls hitting her with a pillow..

"Stop that!" He growls.

"SToP ThAt~" she mocks back and they devolve into a pillow fight on her bed. He girns when he hits her smug face squarely with a dragon stuffie.

Soon they lay panting on her bed and the dragon girl rolls onto her stomach poking him in the face.

"So. Crushing in MK huh?"

He grows beat red again and pulls a pillow into his face and groans.

"You should tell him."

Red son sits up with a smile.

"I should!"

"Yes!!"

"So I can tell him to stop making me sick!"

"Say what now?"

He turns to Mei with a feral smile. This 'crush' or whatever she called it could be fixed. If MK was the one giving it to him. He just needed MK to stop doing...whatever he was doing to make him feel like this.

"Hold on I think you are conf-"

"Thanks Mei!" He gets up and is off to confront the noodle boy as he hears Mei shout at him from her room.

"You're a fucking idiot!!!"

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He storms forward like a typhoon. Red son is a force of nature that can not be stopped, nothing could yield him in his goal or hinder him in his path. Wild horses pulling chariots could not stop him, celestials in heaven would not dare stand in his way, and even his parents (by far the scariest force of all) could not persuade him to rethink what he was doing.

He pushes past the doors to Pigsy's noodles, shoves past patrons and ignores the warning shouts from the pigman.

he had one goal on mind

"Nyyyooodle boy!!!!!!" He bellows grabbing the attention to his problem. Those perfect expression color eyes meet him and the disease in his chest grows. He's in his training clothes, clearly on his way up to his apartment over the shop so he can shower.

Why did the idea of MK showering make his heartbeat erratically? Soft shoulders and cascading water off them…

She shakes his head back and forth now back on track.

"Stop. That." He growls out grinding his teeth together as steam leaves his ears. MK tilts his head slightly. The disease grows more in his chest and he hates it.

"Stop that!!!!" He points directly at MK feeling his hair sputter and spark as his temperature rises. He thinks his face is growing red.

"I'm….not doing anything?" MK gives him a sheepish smile, the kind that quirks up on one side and absolutely obliterates Red Son on the spot.

Like a crunchy fall leaf under the heel of a boot he's crushed.

Whatever motivation he had before it evaporates quicker than a drop of water in the Sahara desert.

"Y-your haven't heard the last of me!!" He makes a quick retreat, stumbling over his own feet and taking out one of Pigsy's tables in the process.

He exits the shop faster than he entered. He needed to regroup and strategize.

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"SoooOOOOOo How'd it go?" Mei asked her eyes not leaving the screen, she's playing a different video game now, and she didn't even spare him a glance when he came back as if she predicted he would fail.

"Horrible!!! All it did was make this sickness worse." He throws his arms up and paces back and forth biting his lip. Mei doesn't pause her game this time, only continuing to mash buttons as he grumbles under his breath.

She lets out A long-suffering sigh and finally pauses her game.

"Dude. I know you're behind on the lingo and stuff but a 'crush' isn't a sickness. It means you like MK. As in you want to kiss him and stuff." she explains with a shrug unpausing her game and the sound of power-ups and pixelated men punching each other continues.

Red Son halts in his tracks

He pictures kissing MK. pressing his lips to the boy's soft adorable lips. He can practically feel the warmth it would produce. He pictures MK smiling into the kiss as they awkwardly bump noses. He pictures holding MK’s hand, squeezing it gently as they walk hand and hand. He imagines the feeling of MK’s hair between his fingers as he runs his hands through it.

He sucks in a gasp, his heart beating out of time.

Of fuck.

“I’m so screwed…..”

He feels Mei patting his shoulder, she paused her game again when he was fantasizing

“Yeah, you are. But at least now you can DO something about it.” she nudges his side and he blushes a bright red and he can hear her chuckling at him

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“Can we talk?”

MK blinks back at him looking back and forth for a moment as if he was confused by his precence. Which to be fair he DID just enter through MK’s window while he was showering and was now waiting for him on his bed.

“Uhhhhh sure?” they rub the last remaining moisture from his hair with a towel before tossing it to the floor to be added to piles of laundry they had yet to do. Red Son didn't even curl his lip up at the slob-like behavior because HOLY SHIT MK IS SHIRTLESS!!!

Of course, MK didn't even seem to care that he was only wearing grey sweatpants in his presence. Red Son guilty looked MK’s chest up and down while they searched for a sleep shirt. Working out with Monkey King has been paying off because MK was sporting some muscle. He also had a few scars from battles that only added to how attractive he was, and of course, there were the two faint top surgery scars under his pecks.

“Is this about your weird episode in the shop today?” they asked pulling him from his guilt ogling and MK pulled a shirt over his body. Damn what a shame.

“Mei says I have something called a ‘crush’ and I should ‘tell them how I feel’ in order to make the pain in my chest go away,” he explained using quotation marks with his fingers to punctuate himself. MK’s eyes widen slightly and then it's schooled quickly. They join Red Son on the bed.

“O-oh? Have you told them?” MK squirms in place and keeps his gaze cast down. He looks uncomfortable, no. he looks upset? Why would MK be upset? Was it because he broke into his room again without permission?

No not that. Although he will have to apologize later

“I’m working on that part,” he explains scooting closer to MK and he grabs one of their hands gently. This felt stupid, and he thinks his sickness will kill him with how quickly his heart is beating. He was terrified and all his symptoms were amplified by ten.

He looks into MK’s espresso-colored eyes looking for something. He loved those eyes. They showed so much in them and he SWORE they could change the whole lighting of a room.

He opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water with his false starts. Eventually, he clears his throat and releases his confession.

“Umm well...MK. I h-have a crush on you.”

he shuts his eyes and waits for the rejection, waits to hear MK laugh with their head back and shove him away.

None of that comes.

He peaks an eye open to find MK’s face a bright scarlet red. Was that a good sign? Or was MK so angry at him that he was just building up anger inside of him like a volcano ready to blow.

“ I w-will leave now.” he pulls away ready to retreat with at least his dignity still in tack. He's pulled back violently and soft lips are smashed to his. He lets out a surprised whimper and absolutely melts into the feeling. His brain is electrified and static all at once.

He kisses back hungrily grabbing MK by the waist and pulls him closer. When they are running out of air only does MK pull away with a little breathless gasp.

“Stay the night?” They requested, placing a soft kiss to the juncture of his neck and he can’t find a single cell in his body that would possibly say no. He nods numbly and MK kisses him again a smile on his lips that he could taste.

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“MK GET UP! YOU ARE LATE AGAIN!!”

Pigsy burst down the door jolting the demon awake from his peaceful slumber, his arms that were previously wrapped around MK pull away quickly in the process. He thinks he could stick to the ceiling with his claws like a cat in a cartoon if he jolted just a little higher.

The covers are yanked off them both before Red Son even has time to protest. Thank gods they both put underwear back on when they finished satisfying each other. Red Son is completely and thoroughly exposed to MK’s boss, bitemarks, and hickes across his chest snitching on him.

Red Son and Pigsy meet eyes and he feels a sweat break out across his neck. Pigsy sighs and pinches his snout. He sucks in a deep breath and lets it out through his nose.

“I don't know what happened here... And I don't WANT to know. Tell MK he’s got ten minutes to get downstairs.” Pigsy turns on his heel and leaves slamming the door behind him. Red Son looks over to his now-boyfriend who’s mouth hangs open with drool dripping down his face.

MK slept through all of it.

He can’t help but chuckle and kiss their forehead gently.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #MK #Red Son #spicynoodleshipping #Red Son may not be the sharpest cookie in the box #thats it. thats the sentance #wrtting prompts #prompt ask

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tsumtsumland · 3 years

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“for me?”| o.tooru x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

author’s note: here’s my first entry of my and @honeybunny-sawamura Valentine’s event! Hope you guys enjoy some sweet Oikawa fluffiness!

Being in love with Oikawa Tooru was an experience, sometimes good, sometimes bad, full of adventure, laughter, some tears, soft lips, tender touches, the occasional alien stakeout, you know, normal relationship stuff…

The repetitive motion of your wrist is precise as you whisk together the chocolate and heavy cream. It’s a delicate task to get the perfect consistency but after years of practice, you knew how to do it now to avoid destroying the truffles.

You smile fondly remembering the first time you made these very same chocolates for the boy with hair and eyes to match the sweet treats. It was during the last semester of your first year of senior high school, February 14th. You stood in front of his locker fidgeting uncertainly at the sight. Dating Oikawa Tooru meant accepting that he would always be the centre of attention, the one that stood out in the crowd, the one who shined the brightest.

Despite dating him for months at that point, it still unnerved you to see tons of presents flooded outside his locker, all looking more extravagant than yours. Clasped in your hands was a pink box wrapped with ribbons of a brighter shade, full with homemade milk chocolate truffles you’d stayed up most of the night making for him.

When a familiar, “Yahoo~ y/n-chan!” sounded from close by, you hastily hid the box behind your back, embarrassed to present him, your boyfriend, the school’s heartthrob, something so mediocre.

He never missed a beat though, stretching to see behind your back, “Is that for me?”

“No!” you blurted out, eyes widening after you say it.

A pout formed on his face instantly at your words. “You’re giving a present to another guy on Valentine’s?”

You sighed heavily knowing there was no escaping at that point. You couldn’t meet his eyes when you hesitantly offered the box to him, “It’s not much but…Happy Valentine’s Tooru.”

He had accepted with so much gusto that you wanted to disappear when he opened the box. Some were lopsided, quite a few were partially melted, overall, it was not a pretty sight. They weren’t perfect that first year, but he ate them all anyway.

You vowed to perfect the recipe the next year, and they were better that next year, but not yet perfect. He still ate them all anyway.

In your third and final year of high school, they were close to perfection, but not yet there. When you told him that, he looked at you with one of his rare, real smiles.

“Kinda like me huh?”

His question caught you off-guard and you weren’t sure what to say.

“Tooru…”

“Ah, I just meant they were the right fit for me y/n,” he pops one into his mouth and hums contentedly, “just like you...”

The eruption of butterflies in your tummy is inescapable.

Being in love with Oikawa Tooru meant always being surprised, in the best way possible.

Your hand reaches for a spatula to mix together the biscuit flour and the chocolate-cream. You meticulously fold the mixture then cover it with some cling wrap to refrigerate for 20 minutes.

In the meanwhile, you busy yourself with doing some dishes, and labelling a few boxes strewn about your apartment. Your hands stop short over a box of old polaroids and purikuras, documenting years of your relationship. Gently, you tuck them back into the box, except for one that keeps sticking out. When you take it out, the irony has you laughing, it’s a polaroid from another Valentine’s Day, one from your college days. Back when your rising star athlete boyfriend had a minor addiction to boba, oh what a moment in time.

“Tooru, how much of those have you had this week?” you questioned, slightly concerned.

He gives you a look, you know the one… O_O

He’d dragged you to the boba place on campus during your short period of free time on Valentine’s Day, claiming it was his ‘right’ as it was a special occasion. Of course, you gave in.

“We can share this one,” he smiles cheekily at you, waving an extra straw in your face.

You groan but plop down next to him and stick the straw in anyway. You completely failed to see the sly look on his face as he inched closer to you with his own straw, until his lips replaced the straw in your mouth.

The polaroid was taken at the exact moment by one of the students in the photography club. You two made the cover of the Valentine’s edition of the school newspaper that year.

The timer on your phone goes off and you sigh at the time, 11:24pm. You take the chilled truffle mixture out of the refrigerator and wet your hands. It takes about another hour of scooping teaspoon after teaspoon of the dough and rolling it into roughly the same sized balls, then covering them with assorted sprinkles, cocoa powder, and coloured sugar. You smile at your handiwork and put them to chill again before preparing for bed, they’d be perfect in the morning.

Being in love with Oikawa Tooru was a whirlwind of emotions that sometimes nothing could prepare you for.

There’s a lump in your throat when you lie in bed that night.

“I’m moving to Argentina…”

The words stopped you in your tracks, your phone slips from your hands and lands with a clatter on the hardwood flooring.

“You- what?” the words are wobbly, your voice sounded foreign coming from your own mouth.

“Come with me,” his voiced tinged with hope, and a little desperation.

He explained it all, but the white noise in your ears made it hard to hear, far less process, or understand.

Eventually you came to terms with it, accepting his path, knowing fully well that his raw talent, potential, and hunger to succeed would take him far no matter where he went.

The airport was busy as usual, swarming with people from every walk of life, teeming with excitement, anxiety, sadness, happiness, a concoction of emotions.

Yet the only sound you could hear was that of your heart breaking.

“Come with me,” he pleads one last time. He knows your answer.

The boy with the chocolate hair and eyes looks at you, really looks at you. He memorizes your features, imprints them in his mind and heart. He turns to walk through the gates then, and doesn’t look back.

You look at the date on the arrival/departure board, February 14th.

The memory almost brings you to tears, but you fight them off and force yourself to sleep.

When your alarm goes off you rush to shower and get ready. On your way out of your apartment, you grab the truffles and take one last look at the place you called home for two years, bidding it a silent farewell.

The airport is busy as per usual, but this time you see it, the buzz, the excitement, you feel it, the anxiety, the exhilaration. There was truly no place bearing more emotions than airports. Clasped tightly in your hands is your phone, the truffles, and a one-way ticket to Buenos Aires.

1 day and 2 flights later, phone and truffles clutched in your hands, you step off the plane. Your ears are immediately accosted by the voice across the loudspeakers, jabbering rapidly in Spanish. You’re a bit startled, but carefully make your way through the process of exiting the airport.

The baggage claim is the last stop, and you feel it before you see him, the rush of butterflies.

“Is that for me?” his velvety voice pierces right through you.

This time you answer immediately, “Yes. Happy Valentine’s Tooru.”

Being in love with Oikawa Tooru was an experience, but being loved by Oikawa Tooru was untouchable.

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 3 years

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From Chin To Yon Rah (Part 39)

This part was typed mostly on mobile. Sorry for any typos.

She remembers the first time she had seen snow. The feeling...it was bizarre. If she were to be completely honest, she would best compare it to the sensation of her worst days--the days when her mind is slipping and everything feels off and nothing feels real. But instead of fear, she feels awe. Instead of dread, she feels an almost childlike sense of delight.

And perhaps, in some sense, she is a child again; she has something new to discover. Something curious and strange.

"Hajime,look." She points out the window. "It's everywhere." And perhaps it is a silly thing to ask but she inquires anyhow, "how do we walk through it?"

"Like you walk anywhere else?" He quirks a brow.

"But in the Water Tribes...I've heard that there is special equipment used to navigate the snow."

He laughs, "the snow isn't that deep here!" He opens the door and gestures for her to exit.

"It's cold." She complains. Even under her winter wools, she finds herself shivering. And here Atsu goes, dashing out into the winter with no coat at all.

"Git back in here!" Hajime calls. "I tol' you last year 'bout going outside without a coat!"

Atsu comes to a halt, the magic of the morning coming to an abrupt pause with him. " But dad!"

"You need to help Rikka get dressed, she never had to wear a winter clothes before."

This seems to allure the boy and with a wide and gleeful grin he darts back into the house. "Hurry up and put your coat and gloves on, Rikka! We have to build snow people and throw balls of snow at each other and…" he chucks a coat and a pair of gloves at her--Hajime's she assumes based upon the size of them.

Azula stuffs her fingers into the gloves. Only one layer doesn't seem sufficient but another layer or two seems to aggravatingly restrict her finger movements and if she is going to destroy Hajime and Atsu at this snowball war, she is going to need a full range of movement from her fingers.

She steps out into the snow, she hears it sift beneath her weight. So far everything is going accordingly, there is no ice to land her on the ground.she deduces that, in most places, the snow only reaches up to her ankles which is, though an inconvenience, manageable enough. But she can't imagine that running from enemy fire will be as easy. She supposes that if she needs a speedy getaway she can just melt some of the snow and listen to Atsu screech about her cheating. Perhaps she would feel more guilty over it if Atsu weren't a merciless little brute. He does not wait for her to assemble her protective mound of snow before bombarding her with an onslaught of tightly packed snow.

"Gotcha!" He whoops with each hit that she fails to evade. It would seem that while she was assessing her surroundings he hand been stockpiling an extensive artillery.

"Geez, Atsu, show mercy, this is her first snowball fight." Hajime chuckles from his spot on the porch.

It is a nice thought but Atsu, the feral beast, knows nothing of mercy. He tosses snowball after snowball. She manages to create only one but before she can throw it, Atsu fires another shot. And this one sails directly down the front of her shirt. She feels it slide from her chest to her belly leaving her with a full body shudder as itself away. She had dropped her snowball. Never in her life has she felt anything quite like it; uncomfortable and somewhat biting but I'm a way that wasn't exactly painful.

She tosses a pathetically pleading glance to Hajime who throws his head back in a howling laugh. "Alright, alright." He gets to his feet and steps out into the battlefield.

"Uh oh…" Atsu mumbles, he is now we'll aware that he should have built himself a snow fortress. Azula gives him a smug smile as she lifts a new snowball.

"Uh oh." He repeats as her very second snowball sails right into his face.

Maybe she should feel guilty over it but he isn't crying and he brushes it right off. And besides, she is certain that he was aiming for her face the whole time anyways, he simply didn't have the arm strength to land any hits higher than chest level.

And by the end of the hour she is almost embarrassed by how satisfied she feels to have beaten a child at a children's game. Any tickles of shame are washed away by Atsus delightful giggles. His enthusiastic, "wait until Caihong and Kim get here! We'll kick yer butts until you don't have butts no more!"

People have bestowed upon her many threats. But none have been quite like that.

That day she learns that Atsu is very much a little shit and that, likely, she will never truly shake her competitive nature.

.oOo.

She has been to plenty of awkward dinners but the silence of this one is so thick that it is dizzying. She can’t help but notice the way that Sokka twiddles his thumbs and looks in every direction but his father’s and Katara’s. It occurs to her that he is ashamed of her. Is embarrassed to be seen with her. She supposes that it is a good thing that the snow storm has picked up too strongly to go for a stroll through the village. She can only imagine what sort of looks she will get from everyone else. A firebender...the princess among people who the Fire Nation has displaced and nearly destroyed. She is everything that they detest and she supposes that Sokka has every right to be embarrassed by that. Embarrassed in the same way that she had been to parade him around the Fire Nation at first.

“Aren’t you going to say anything, dad?”

The man gives something between a hum and a sigh, “I’m trying to figure out what to say.” Hakoda looks at her. His face isn’t as steely with stubbornness as Katara’s.

Azula stares at her palms. She should take her mittens off. But any little motion will draw too much attention. Not that Katara's resentful gaze has left her since she got to the table. She wants to have a taste of her seaweed stew but she is already mildly nauseous with nervousness and the scent of the stew doesn't exactly kindle her appetite.

"Just talk to her for a bit, dad, you'll like her." Sokka promises.

The flutters in her tummy intensify that much more. She wishes that he wouldn't make promises that even he isn't certain of.

"She likes history and strategizing just like you do and…"

"And she used it to foil our invasion and get him sent to the Boiling Rock." Katara folds her arms across her chest.

Azula cringes to herself, truth be told, she had forgotten about that. Comparatively speaking, it seemed much less profound than some of her other misdeeds.

"Yeah well she's done a lot of changing since then." Sokka insists. “See, she even has the redemption haircut!”

“The what?” Azula finally speaks up.

“Yeah, Zuko said he cut his hair before joining us and now look at him, he’s happy--but in a grumpy old man sort of way, he’s a good friend, and he’s got long flowing tresses.”

Azula rolls her eyes. She isn’t sure if she wants to slug the man to death right in front of his father and sister or if she finds his recant amusing. She supposes that it would ruin her chances to make amends of she murdered Sokka now. “It wasn’t a redemption haircut I had matted hair and, maybe, lice.” Ji-Zhang had only mentioned it being matted. She supposes if she had lice that they would have shaved…

“Azula.” Sokka manages to cut through her comfort musings. Granted her musings weren’t at all pleasant but her inner monologue very much beats the external alternative.

She realizes that Hakoda has extended his hand. It is far less formal than a bow but she will take what she can get. He gives her hand a shake. “I’m Hakoda.”

“Sokka told me that, already. And he has already told you my name.”

Sokka flushes, “you’re supposed to introduce yourselves to each other.” And then he turns to his father, “she’s still working on the whole having a normal conversation thing. It runs in the family.”

“I can have a normal conversation just fine.” She folds her arms and holds her head high.

“Well it’s...interesting to formally meet you, Azula.”

“Dad!” Katara says sharply. “She’s not a part of this family. I don’t care how much Sokka likes her.”

“Come on Katara.”

“Don’t ‘come on Katara’ me! You’re the one trying to welcome her into the Water Tribe.”

“I get it, this is for the whole Jet thing isn’t it.”

This time Katara blushes.

“Who is Jet?” Azula furrows her brows.

“Yes, who is Jet?” Hakoda agrees.

“You don’t know about Jet?” Sokka asks at the same time as Katara says, “you weren’t supposed to tell him about Jet!”

“Jet’s just some jerk that flooded a whole village full of kids. To drive out some Fire Nation soldiers.”

“Gaipan?”

“Yeah.” Sokka nods. “You know about that.”

Azula returns the nod. “We lost a few soldiers there. There were noble men and women.” She pauses. “Stubborn too. They might have been alright if they fled with the rest of the village but…”

“Firebenders and their pride.” Hakoda clicks his tongue.

She wants to call the man on his generalization but frankly she hasn’t met a firebender yet who didn’t value pride. And maybe that is why it is so hard for her to apologize to Katara and Hakoda. Though she isn’t certain that she particularly needs to apologize to Hakoda--he had led an invasion to defeat her father. He had encroached on her land. It was her duty to see those plans foiled. Though pointing that out probably won’t serve her too well.

“Can you give her a chance, Katara? I gave Jet a chance.”

“No you didn’t. You were protesting and whining the whole time.”

“And I ended up being right.”

“So will I.” With those three words, she storms out into the snow.

“That went flawlessly.” Azula grumbles.

“Just give her some time, she’ll come around when she realizes that you’re actually kind of a really sweet person.”

“I will set everything you love on fire…”

“You just like to pretend that you aren’t.” And to Hakoda he mutters, “It’s part of the firebender pride thing. You can’t let anyone know that you’re nice.” He slings an arm over her shoulder and pulls her in closer.

Azula sighs, it is going to be a long, long vacation or whatever in the spirits’ name she could call this.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #Azula #Sokka #Sokkla #Fanfiction

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samthemarvelfan · 4 years

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Baby Mine: One Shot

Summary: When the life you thought you’d live turns out to be a lie, who will be there to pick up the pieces? Someone you’d always hoped, but never expected.

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x OFC (brief Steve x ofc?)

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, redemption, then straight and pure tooth rotting FLUFF. This is kinda anti-steve in the beginning, but i needed it for the angst!

A/N: idk where i get these ideas yall, but it is so smooshy and good at the end, I promise! <3

No one ever said life was fair, but you never knew it could be this cruel.

The anger, heartache, and resentment—all of these torturous feelings were so unfair to the little life growing inside you.

Your baby was everything to you. The shining light on your darkest days. Something—someone that was truly yours.

Forever.

Finding out you were pregnant was the happiest moment of your life. Watching as one pink line turned to two, you couldn’t wait to tell Steve. He always wanted a family, ‘a life after all this’, he would say; when the world was at peace and the Avengers didn’t need to be on the planets speed dial. You’d talked about buying a little house in the suburbs, raising as many babies as you could together, growing old and living the life he’s deserved for over a century.

He wanted that more than anything...it turns out he just didn’t want it with you.

After Thanos, after all the devastation in Wakanda, after all of these life threatening and life altering events, it seemed like life was beginning to settle.

The day of Tony’s memorial, you knew you felt off. After doing some quick cycle-math in your head, you’d decided to take a pregnancy test that evening.

The pink and white stick told you clear as day: positive. You were pregnant with Steve Rogers’ baby. You’d kept the news to yourself that day, not wanting to make the day about anyone but Tony Stark.

A few days later, Steve was going to return the stones as promised. You’d elected to stay home and surprise him when he got back.

Only Steve never came home.

6 Month Ago:

Your stomach was a mess, feeling like you’d vomit every 30 minutes. Whether that was your nerves or the pregnancy you weren’t sure, but either way, it was going to be worth it.

Steve would walk through that door any second and your lives were going to be changed forever. A new little life, the perfect mix of the both of you, was growing inside your belly.

The knock at the front door interrupted you daydreams. When you opened it, you immediately grew concerned at the sight in front of you.

“Bucky? What’s the matter?” You asked.

Bucky’s beautiful cerulean eyes were bloodshot and puffy, he’d obviously been crying.

“Are you hurt?” You begged, searching his figure for wounds.

He had a puzzled look on his face. “Me? I-I came to check on you, Els. Are you alright?”

He used his nickname for you, and your gaze now matched his own. “Why wouldn’t I be alright? Bucky, come in.” You say, tugging his hand.

Once he was inside, he let out a long breath. His weight shifting from heel to heel. “Ella, I want you to know, I’ll always be here for you. You mean so much to me...more than you’ll ever know.” He said, his voice shaking.

You walked up to him and put his face in your hands. “James, you’re scaring me. Where’s Steve? Have you told him what’s the matter? Maybe he can help—“

“What?” Bucky asks suddenly.

You blink, “Steve, have you seen him? He was Upstate for the day. I can give him a call if you’d like—“

The color was drained from his face, “Y-You don’t know. He didn’t tell you,” Bucky said in disgust. “That coward couldn’t face you...”

Bucky’s words hit you like a wave. This was James Buchanan Barnes—the one person in the world who would always have Steve Rogers’ back.

And he called him a coward.

“B-Bucky. Please what’s going on?” You ask, feeling you legs shaking.

James brushes his face his his hands, “Ella...Steve, h-he’s gone.”

The floor felt like it sank beneath you, causing you to wobble. “N-no, he’s Upstate. He’s Upstate and he’ll be home by dinner.” You said, denial setting in.

James grabbed your hand, and shook his head. “Steve left to return the stones. He missed his time stamp, Ella. He stayed in the past, he stayed with Peg—“

You head snapped up.

Bucky swallowed hard. “He stay with her. He stayed with Peggy. He swore he told you. That you’d discussed it and wished him well. I’m...God, I’m so sorry, Els.”

You felt your vision blacken and your legs completely give out. Bucky caught you before your head smashed into the hardwood flooring.

“How’s my little guy doing?” Bucky asked, rubbing your stomach as he plopped next you you on the couch.

“He or She is doing backflips.” You sassed.

He chuckled, placing a hand on your leg as he spoke, “I know we won’t find out until he’s born, but I’m telling you. I got this gut feelin’, Els.”

A soft laugh escaped you, as you placed a hand over his. “We’ll see James Barnes. We’ll see.”

The two of you had just finished moving Bucky’s things into your house. He’d offered to live with you until the baby came; he didn’t like the thought of you being alone.

“Thank you for staying with me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You said, shamefully looking to your fiddling fingers.

Bucky turned towards you slightly, “Hey, look at me, Els.” He urged. “I would never, ever abandon you. You need me, I’m there. It’s no questions asked. Ever, I promise.”

The tears prickling your eyes couldn’t be hidden, not with what your hormones were doing to you. Falling for Bucky wasn’t the plan, but it had been the easiest thing in the world.

Every appointment, every anxiety attack, every craving—Bucky was there. He would read stories to your tummy, and hold you when the panic of everything caught up with you. There were days you’d forget about Steve all together, but somethings you just couldn’t forget.

“I just wish it was you.” You whisper.

“What?” He asks.

You look at Bucky, eyes filled with tears. “I wish this was your baby, James. You’ve been there for me for as long as I’ve known you. Way before Steve left, and now this innocent, little life will have to grow up feeling abandoned.”

You wiped your eyes. “You’re the most honest and kind man I’ve ever known, Buck. I love you, and it kills me that this baby isn’t yours. You deserve it, you deserve him or her.”

Bucky looked at you thoughtfully, putting a hand on yours. “Who says it can’t be?”

Blinking, you double check if you’d heard him right, “What?”

He stands abruptly, “I’m serious, Ella. Who’s says he can’t be my son? Or she can’t be my daughter?”

“Bucky it’s—“

“I know what it is, Els. I also know that this little one got the shit end of the stick as far as fathers go.” Bucky sank to his knees in front of you and took your hands in his.

“Doll, I’ve loved you for forever. When you were with Steve, it killed me...but you were happy, and he seemed happy. I’m telling you now, and I’ll swear on whatever you need me to, that I will be there.”

You sobbed as Bucky took your face in his hands, “I’ll be there for the bottles, the diapers, and hey, I already don’t sleep so that’s a plus.” He jested, getting you to smile.

“I’ll be there for the boo-boos, for the little league games or dance recitals, or both. I’ll be there for the first day of high school, the first date, prom, college, all of it.”

You smiled as the tears ran down you cheeks. “James...” you said dreamily.

“As far as I’m concerned, that is my baby. DNA doesn’t make you a Dad, Els but...God dammit, I’ll be the best Dad I can be to our little one. I promise.”

Throwing your arms around him, you crash your lips to his. It’s a kiss that says everything you want to say, but couldn’t find the words for.

“I love you. I love you, James.” You cry. Bucky presses his forehead against yours and smiles. “I love you more. I love you both.”

5 years later:

“Mommy, help!” Your son shouted as he laughed his way into your bedroom.

You smiled at him from your bed, “What is it, Jack?”

His giggles filled your ears, “There’s a tickle monster, Mommy! He’s chasing me!”

Your eyes caught the clock, noticing Bucky had let you sleep in on this beautiful, Saturday morning.

“Not the tickle monster! Come here, Jack! Hurry!” You throw your blankets up and he crawls underneath them.

It’s quiet...too quiet. “Do you think we’re safe?” You ask.

He nods.

“Hmm, let’s check.” You toss the blankets off, and are greeted with the goofiest ‘roar’ you’d ever heard.

“Rooooar! I’m the tickle monster!” Bucky shouted, earning a loud scream from Jack.

Bucky tickled his little foot, and Jack scrambled his way back up the bed. “Mommy, I told you! Daddy got turned into the tickle monster!”

You stand quickly, pushing your son behind you. “Don’t worry, baby! Mama knows the cure!” You rush Bucky and plant a long kiss on his lips.

“Ewww, Mommy...” Jack griped, covering his eyes.

You look at Bucky, who’s smiling ear to ear. “Do you believe this? I save you from being a tickle monster for all-time and these are the thanks I get.”

Bucky smirks, “I need to be saved one more time I think...”

You giggle, and smooch him again.

“Okay! Enough kisses! Dad, can we tell Mommy the surprise?” Jack said excitedly.

Bucky hoists Jack up onto his shoulders, “Go ahead, buddy.”

Jack covered his mouth in excitement, “Mommy! We made waffles for breakfast, and Daddy put chocolate chips in them! You gotta try it!”

Your eyes widened with excitement as he spoke so proudly. “Oh my goodness! I can’t wait, let’s go!”

In the kitchen, you sat with your family and ate breakfast. This was your life, your normal. A beautiful weekend with your husband and son and absolutely zero plans.

“Daddy can we maybe go fishing with Uncle Sam again? I wanna catch the biggest one ever.” Jack said dramatically.

Bucky chuckled, “Sure Jacky, I’ll call him after breakfast, okay?”

He nodded, sipping his OJ.

“Does Mommy want to do anything special today?” Bucky asked, placing a hand on your knee.

You squeeze it, and smile. “Actually, Mommy has a present for Daddy.”

Bucky wiggled his eyebrows, “Oh yeah?”

You slapped his shoulder, “James.”

He kissed your hand, “Should I close my eyes?”

You nod, “Jack, come help Mommy for a second?”

Jack scoots off his chair and hurries to you, “Okay, now give this to Daddy.”

“Surprise!” He said happily.

Bucky opened his eyes, and stared at the long, rectangular watch box. “A watch, baby?” He smiled, looking up at you.

You smirk, “Open it.”

Bucky pulled the blue lid off slowly, and carefully. When it was placed on the table in front of him, you watched his eyes widen.

With shaking hands, he pulled out the small pink and white stick; a positive pregnancy test.

His eyes were welling with tears as he looked at you. “A baby, baby?”

You nod, and he stands instantly, throwing his arms around you.

“Me too, me too!” Jack shouted.

Bucky picked him up into his arms to join the hug. “Can you believe this, buddy? You’re going to be a big brother!”

Jack claps with delight, “I want a sister, Mommy.”

“You do?!” You say, smooching his cheek.

Bucky looks at you dreamily. “I love you so much. I’m the luckiest guy in the world, Doll.”

Shaking your head, you place a kiss on his lips. “We’re both lucky, Buck. Lucky in love.”

#Bucky Barnes fluff #Dad!Bucky #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst

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amazingmsme · 3 years

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If you don’t mind, Zemo for the ask meme?

I don’t mind at all! The rat bastard has earned 5 redemption points with me for being sassy & funny

1. on a scale of 1-10, how ticklish are they?

Hm, I’d say a solid 7. This bitch is definitely on the sensitive side

2. where is their most ticklish spot(s)?

I feel like his top spots are his knees, neck & ears, & tummy

3. which spots are they not ticklish?

Surprisingly feet. I feel like he’s a gremlin with dead nerves there so he casually walks barefoot on hard gravel & shit. Idk why but he just gives off vibes like he’s the kind of person who walks on glass

4. what is their laugh like?

Whatever you’re thinking, it’s wrong. It’s super squeaky & giggly & he’s so embarrassed by it! Like it’s such a high pitched laugh you’d think it would belong to a girl. He also starts hiccuping like 3 minutes in which makes his laugh really bouncy & sporadic. I also get the feeling like he cry laughs easily. Ok I gotta stop, I’m just bullying him now😂

5. do they enjoy tickling? if yes, is it a fun platonic/familial thing, or kinky thing to them, or can it be both depending on the circumstance?

He tries not to let himself because it brings up a lot of memories of his family & he tries not to think about that much. But he secretly thinks the feeling is nice. & I mean, c’mon he’s a bit of a goofball, he likes to laugh! So yeah, he doesn’t totally hate it

6. are they more often a lee or ler, generally?

He prefers being a ler, for sure. He’s not the biggest fan of others seeing his weaknesses like that

7. who is someone in their life that they tickle often?

It used to be his wife & son🥲

8. who is someone in their life that they get tickled by often?

Again, his wife. She would sneak up on him while he was working & just go to town! She was always the one to start tickle fights between them but he would be sure to finish them(once he let her have her fun)

9. does the word “tickle” or any variation of embarrass them?

Not really, he’s just a cocky little shit like that. Just :} this face, constantly

10. are they embarrassed about their ticklishness, and do they try to deny/hide it?

He’s only embarrassed about it around people he’s not close to or doesn’t necessarily like. He always plays it cool & denies it with such a convincing tone most people don’t think to challenge him. But if you actually try? He’s horrible at hiding it & will flinch violently

11. would gentle tickling or rough tickling affect them more?

I wanna say gentle! A few soft brushes or pokes against his skin can have him snorting & giggling within seconds. & don’t get me started on what feathers would do to him!

12. is there a specific spot that they enjoy being tickled, either exclusively or more than other spots? what is it?

Meh not really, he just feels lucky if it happens to him anywhere

13. is there a spot that they can’t stand to be tickled, either because it’s just too sensitive, or it’s uncomfortable/painful/etc? what is it?

No, all the normal tickle spots are good to go!

14. would they ever purposefully bug a friend/partner/sibling into tickling them, and if so, how would they go about it?

He constantly purposefully annoys anyone around him for his own amusement, that’s just an added bonus!

15. does teasing affect them?

Only certain ones. Baby talk or anything like that would just piss him off but if you were to comment on something like his laugh or blush? The man’s doomed

#joshdunsdimples #asks #ask meme #ask game #helmut zemo #zemo #tfaws #tfaws headcanons #ticklish!zemo

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aestheticvoyage2021 · 2 years

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Day 358: Friday December 24, 2021 - “Christmas Eve”

WIth our tummies full of Audrie’s wonderful Christmas Curry (Green this year), we moved festivities into the Great Room where we opened the first special presents, to establish a new tradition of opening our family ornament and putting it up on the tree, we then open Little Blue Truck’s Christmas and Goodnight Pirate Ship and read them aloud before putting baby to bed on his first Christmas Eve. After midnight, mama and me would get our first spin at playing Santa, and got the room setup all nice for the morning as the fireplace warmed our stockings.

Things were simple and easy for this first Christmas - nothing to cobble together, and I actually enjoyed Audrie’s style of not wrapping everything that came from Santa - that wooden musical llama would be entertaining to wrap. We poured the nog, and worked on the puzzle before turning in ourselves, to lay in the bed with our baby boy who is the real magic of our Christmas. I watched him sleep between mama and me, and thought about how I already have everything I could ever possibly want - what a sweet happy joy boy. “Definitely on the nice list” as I curled up and went to sleep.

Song: Bob Dylan - Must Be Santa

Quote: "Matter and thought are a canvas in which God paints, a painting with tragedy and delivery, with sin and redemption. Life is a dance toward God, I begin to think. And the dance is not so graceful as we might want. While we glide and swing our practiced sway, God crowds our feet, bumps our toes, and scuffs our shoes. So we learn to dance with the One who made us. And it is a difficult dance to learn, because its steps are foreign. I began to think of my time in these terms, as learning to dance in a new way. The first few lessons had me feeling clunky and awkward. But soon they will give way to a kind of graceful sway and I will feel completely content as though there was nothing in life that I was missing out on. And I think to myself, There is nothing that I am missing. I have everything I was supposed to have to experience the magnitude of this story, to dance with God.” ~Donald Miller, Through Painted Deserts

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justadaddybear · 2 years

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Maria loved Sunday ritual. Perhaps it was going to church when she was a little girl.

Every Sunday James gave Maria a spanking. In Maria’s mind these spankings where linked to memories of confession, penance and redemption. The key to forgiveness, the priests used to tell her, was true repentance. Maria found that repentance came easily when she was crying as James spanked her bare bottom.

On Sunday Maria sung in the church choir. She and James would get up early, have coffee and toast before going church. Maria loved the old stone building. The church had been built by Italian stone masons who had left “the old country” for America and had built the church to look like a small version of an Italian cathedral.

Maria and the Church had parted ways years ago and its meddling in right wing American politics infuriated her. Although Maria had her differences with the Church, she loved singing in the choir. The voices of the choir and the sacred space of the church still moved her. Most of all Maria loved singing choral pieces by Bach. Although she was not sure any more that God was really there, she thought that if He did exist, He had created Bach to write music for Him.

After choir Maria and James went out to a late breakfast. They always went to the same restaurant and the owners treated them like family, greeting them by name. Connie, who ran the the kitchen and would come out and talk to them. Maria felt like Mom had cooked her breakfast, which somehow fit into the Sunday spanking ritual.

The core of Maria’s life was her marriage to James. She loved the fact that James was dependable and she knew that when she needed him, he would always be there for her. The fact that she could depend on James to give her a spanking every Sunday was very important to her. James always told Maria, usually when she was getting a spanking, that spankings where supposed to hurt. Spankings hurt, but they also felt like love, even when Maria was sobbing as she was spanked over James’ knee.

It had been one of those weeks when everything seemed to go wrong. That Sunday Maria knew that she deserved a long hard spanking, so she was careful not to eat too much at breakfast. The thought of her impending spanking made her tummy nervous enough without the help of too many home fries.

When they got home after breakfast, James went upstairs with Maria and ran the water in the bathtub. While the bathtub filled he undressed her, unzipping the back of her choir gown so she could slide it off her shoulders. While the bathtub filled Maria sat at her makeup table and James brushed her hair, winding it into a bun and pinning it with little hair clamps. The hairbrush was made of heavy dark wood and had a wide flat back, which James sometimes used to spank Maria. When James finished with her hair Maria stood up, slipped her panties off and walked naked into the bathroom. James thought that Maria looked indescribably beautiful as he watched her hips move as she walked away from him.

Ten minutes later, when James went into the bathroom Maria was leaning back in the tub, with her head resting on the edge. James rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and got a big natural sponge from under the sink and a container of bath soap. He knelt down next to the tub and Maria sat up so he could scrub her back. James had her stand up so he could wash the rest of her body. When James had run the sponge over her front, he turned Maria around and had her lean against the tiled wall. He ran the sponge over her lower back. When he got to her bottom he spread her cheeks, gently washing her cleft with the sponge. When he had first started giving her baths, Maria had clenched her buttocks, not letting the sponge into this private part of her. James had spanked her and Maria reluctantly obeyed him when he told her to relax. Now that she had learned to relax, she found that the sponge moving between her buttocks felt good, as the warm water slicing down her cleft.

When James had washed her he pulled the plug in the tub and dried Maria with a fluffy bath towel. Maria put on the sheer white bikini panties that James had put on the bathroom counter for her and followed James into the bedroom.

James got the ruler paddle from the night stand and sat down on the side of the bed. Maria stood on his right side, looking down at the paddle and his lap.

"Come on, love, over my lap"

When Maria had positioned herself across his lap, James started spanking the seat of her panties with the ruler paddle. As the smacks continued each was echoed by a “ow” from Maria. Her sheer panties where not much protection from the hardwood that was punishing her bottom. After James had counted out twenty smacks he put down the ruler paddle. Maria raised her hips as he slid her panties down to her knees. James stroked the smooth curves of Maria’s buttocks.

"Now let’s talk about this last week, my love", James prompted.

Lying naked over James’ lap with her panties bunched up around her knees made Maria feel very submissive. Like a penitent little girl, she began to confess all of her little sins for the past week. When she had to talk about something embarrassing it was easier when she did not have to look James in the eye. Although in this position it was also difficult to forget that her bottom would soon pay for all of her little sins.

Some weeks were relatively spotless, with little in the way of naughty behavior to confess. At most, calling another driver a bad name when she was cut on in traffic. One week she had confessed that she has masturbated at work, with her office door locked, lying back in her chair with her panties down around her thighs, thinking of James spanking her. No matter how minor the naughtiness, Maria always got spanked on Sunday, but when there were only minor offenses to atone for, James gave her several orgasms mixed in with the pain of her spanking before he entered her pussy from behind.

When Maria started to talk about the things she felt guilty about it was always hard at first. Once she got going all of the things she felt bad about just started flow out in a stream of words. James listened to her without saying much, interjecting an encouraging comment here and there and an occasional question.

"I’m going to give you a hard spanking, my love", James said when Maria had finally stopped talking. He stroked her back. "Then it will all be better. But you’re going to have to do some crying first.“

"Yes, Sir”, Maria said in a little voice.

"I’m going to give you another twenty strokes with the ruler paddle", John told her. "Then I want you to lie over the pillows for me and take forty strokes with the whip. I’ll finish your spanking over my lap with twenty strokes on each cheek with the punishment paddle.“

"Do I have to be whipped? Can’t I have the cane instead?”, Maria pleaded.

"Do you think that you haven’t been naughty enough for a whipping?“

Maria hated this kind of question. She knew that she probably did deserve a whipping, but she didn’t want to have to say so.

"Well, young lady”, James prompted as the silence stretched out.

"Yes, Sir"

"Yes, Sir what?“

"Yes, Sir I deserve a whipping”, Maria said rapidly, as if somehow by saying the words fast they would disappear before James heard them.

James picked up the ruler paddle and patted Maria’s bare bottom. “Is there anything else you want to tell me before I spank you?”

"I’m very sorry, Sir. I promise that I’ll try harder to be a good girl.“

"I know, love. A hard spanking will help you remember to be a good girl. Now shall we get started?”

Maria knew that she needed a spanking, but it was with great reluctance that she said “Yes, Sir”.

James brought the paddle down across Maria’s bare bottom. The strokes hurt and Maria kicked her legs, which were confined by her panties around her knees. Maria wished that she still had the thin material of her panties between the soft skin of her bottom and the paddle. Maria tried to be a good girl and think about why she was getting a spanking as James reddened her bottom with the ruler paddle. She knew that she had been naughty and she felt that she had let herself down as well. When James stopped paddling her, a few tears lined her cheeks.

"OK, my love, you can get up now.“

When Maria stood up, her panties fell down around her ankles and she stepped out of them.

"Please get the whip”, James told her, as he started piling pillows in the middle of the bed.

Maria looked up at him pleadingly. Seeing that James was not going to suddenly change his mind, she turned and went to the closet where the spanking implements hung.

Maria returned with the whip and held it out for James. The whip James punished her with was a black English riding whip, with smooth leather covering the shaft and a short thin leather loop at the end. When James had taken the whip from her hands, Maria went to the bed and lay over the pillows that James had piled in the middle. Her teddy bear was pushed up against the head board and she pulled the bear to her, burying her face against it. She felt very vulnerable, the pillows under her hips pushing her bottom up, her thighs spread exposing her pussy.

James brought the shaft of the whip down across Maria’s upraised bottom. Her cry was muffled by the teddy bear. James gave her a stroke every few seconds, each stroke leaving a faint red line across her buttocks. Maria tried to think about the things that she had done to earn herself a spanking, but as the whip burned across her bottom all she could think about was how much it hurt. Soon she as crying softly into the terrycloth of her bear. James gave her a stroke near the lower curve of her bottom, where the tender skin was sore from the paddling he had given her. She pressed her thighs together, clenching her buttocks, squirming as the fire of the whip stroke burned across her bottom.

"You know better than that, love", James reminded her. "You’ve just earned yourself another two strokes"

Maria moved back to the center of the pillows, her thighs together, her hips pressed down.

"Thighs spread and get that bottom up", James ordered.

"Good girl", James told her when Maria had complied. "Now keep that bottom nice and high for me.“

James brought the whip down across Maria’s upraised bottom. She cried out again but managed to stay in position, pushing her bottom up, offering it for the whip. She managed to stay in position for another six strokes when James gave her another hard stroke across the lower curve of her bottom.

"That’s another two, young lady”, James warned as Maria squirmed on the bed. "Now get that bottom up, young lady". Crying, Maria complied, arching and offering her ass as James whipped her.

"OK, thighs together, girl", James ordered. "I’m going to give you the extras you’ve earned.“

When Maria had put her legs together, James gave her a stroke across her upper thighs. The pain of the stroke took her breath away. As it faded James gave her another, just below the first. "This is what girls get when the don’t keep their bottoms nice and high”, James told her as he gave her the third and then the forth stroke. Maria was crying harder now.

James sat down next to her and petted her hair, caressing her and kissing her. He stroked her bottom, feeling her hot skin and the welts that crossed the curves of her buttocks. After a few minutes of James’ caresses Maria’s crying slowed, then stopped.

James got up and moved to the other side of the bed. He tapped Maria’s bottom with the whip. "Get that bottom up", he ordered.

"Please, Sir. I’m sorry I was a bad girl. I promise I’ll be good", Maria said as she pushed her bottom up.

"I know, love. I know you’ll be a good girl. Now I want you to show me what a good girl you can be by keeping your bottom up for me so I don’t have to give you extras. Can you do that for me?“

Maria started crying. "I’ll try, Sir. But it hurts so much.”

James started whipping her again. Maria tried to count the strokes but she soon lost track and the pain flowed across her bottom. Somehow she managed to keep her bottom up as she cried into the comforter, holding her bear tightly. Finally the strokes stopped.

James walked over to the night stand and got the punishment paddle. The paddle was made of dense, dark hardwood and was shaped like a paddle ball paddle. It was only used for punishment spankings. James sat down on the side of the bed, holding the paddle in his right hand.

Maria got up from the pillows and rubbed her bottom as she walked over to James’ right side. Her face was streaked with tears. She lay across his lap.

"Good girl", James told her. He was pleased to see that Maria had positioned her bottom over his right knee, her body at a slight angle so that he would be able to use the full swing of his arm when he spanked her with the paddle. Maria was crying as James caressed her for a few minutes, running his fingers over the curve buttocks and down the cleft. Her bottom was crimson and welted from the whipping.

Maria felt the smooth wood of the paddle caress her right buttock. “You’re spanking is almost over, love”, James told her. The caress stopped and then a moment later the paddle came down on her cheek, very hard. Then another hard smack on her left cheek. James gave the paddle smacks hard, alternating sides. Maria was soon sobbing as James spanked her. At first James held her tightly as she kicked her legs as the paddle punished her welted bottom. Then it was as if she stopped fighting the pain and she lay limp over James knee, not even clenching her cheeks, as she sobbed as he spanked her.

When the strokes stopped she was still sobbing like a spanked little girl. James pulled her up into his arms and held her, petting her hair, kissing her and telling her she was a good girl. James handed her a tissue so she could blow her nose and dry her tears.

When Maria had stopped crying James told her that he wanted her to lie over the pillows again so he could take her. Lying over the pillows, Maria heard James undressing behind her. She watched him get the lube, a condom and a hand towel from the bedside night stand.

"Spread your cheeks", James ordered.

Maria pushed her bottom up, reached back and spread her buttocks. She felt the cool lube as James pushed it inside her bottom. His finger withdrew for a moment and then returned with more lube. She watched as James put the condom on his cock, which stood straight out in front of him.

James went to the closet and returned with the spanking strap. “I want you to take another ten strokes with the strap for me. Can you do that for me, love”, James asked.

"Yes, Sir", Maria said reluctantly. She moved her arms in front of her, putting her thighs together slightly, pushing her bottom up.

James brought the strap down hard across Maria’s bottom, using a forehand stroke on her right buttock and a backhand stroke on her left cheek. She cried out and after a few strokes was crying again as the strap cracked across her punished bottom.

When the strap stopped punishing her, she heard James say “Spread your cheeks, love”.

She felt James move behind her. She could feel the welts and the hot skin of her punished bottom as she spread her buttocks for James. She felt his cock against her anus, pressing gently, moving in and out, then deeper. At first there was a brief flare of pain and she felt like she would never be able to take his cock. The she started to relax as his cock passed the ring of muscle. As James’ thrusts went deeper and faster, the pain of penetration was replaced by the soreness of her bottom as he took her hard, slamming into her punished cheeks. She heard him breathing fast and then gasp as he came. After a moment he pulled out of her and went to the bathroom to discard the condom. When he came back he held her again, kissing her, telling her that she was a good girl and that he loved her.

When they took a shower together Maria shied away from the hot water as it ran against her welted bottom. James washed her bottom and then gently dried her. He got a tube of lotion and she lay across his lap as he rubbed the cool lotion over her punished bottom.

Maria felt relaxed, all of her little sins atoned for.

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