#i mean that being as he is so deeply impacted by people's slights against him. he is just as deeply impacted by people's kindnesses

[ambers-archive]

what if all i need is you?

2 times the universe conspires against Spencer and the 1 time it doesn't. no use of y/n

"I think we’re lost," Spencer mumbled, stealing a glance at you, you’re in his passenger seat and you look like a dream he thinks. 

He hates driving, usually avoids it, but watching you smile next to him and hearing you sing along to his favorite songs makes him think it’s not all bad.

"You think?" You laugh, meeting his eye.

He had the date perfectly planned in his head – a tour around the city since you just moved here. Showcasing his favorite bookstore, two tickets to his favorite museum's exhibit, the whole thing.

However, things were not going as planned. He found himself driving in circles, twists and turns multiplying at every corner.

The universe was taunting him.

"I swear, these street signs are conspiring against me," he muttered.

“In the meantime, we should enjoy this,” you suggested, pointing to a barely visible café on the corner, proposing an impromptu coffee stop.

With a slight smile tugging his lips, Spencer nodded.

“You’re in Med school?

Spencer asked, trying to hide his amazement.

It all makes sense now, he thinks. Rarely does he find someone who matches him intellectually, even rarer for him to enjoy conversations with them.

“I am! I know it’s a cliché saying, but I just want to help people, I want to make a difference in the world.”

“It’s not cliché at all, that’s really noble.” Spencer replied, a genuine smile forming on his face. The passion in your voice is like a breath of fresh air for him.

You blushed at the compliment, warmth spreading across your cheeks. "Thank you. It's not easy, but it's worth it if I can make a positive impact, even in a small way."

As if you took the words right out of Spencer’s mouth, hearing you made him realize the reason he started the BAU. 

And oh how beautiful it is to have that passion.

For so long, his work had only consisted of repetition; the work that had brought him happiness was now draining him of it all. His thoughts are audible emanating from your lips.

To make a difference, and just for a little while, listening to you happily describe your passion, the horrors of his job, which once clutched his heart so deeply, slowly started to fade.

“Where to next, Doctor?” 

“I hope you like museums, I was able to get us tickets to one of my favorite exhibits.” 

“Lead the way.” 

“I agree; the universe is not happy with you right now,” you laughed, both stranded in the middle of nowhere as his car broke down under the afternoon sun.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” he sighed, opening your car door. Taking his hand you led him towards the field, there were worse places to be stranded in you thought. 

“If we call for a cab right now, we can reach the museum in an hour, depending on traffic. We’ll miss the first half hour or so, but—”

“Spencer, look! The sun is setting.” You walked off into the distance, taking a seat near a tree.

“We’re going to miss the show.” He said disappointed. You looked up at him and the orange glow casted a beautiful hue over your face. Just when he thought you couldn't get prettier.

“No matter how much you try in life, you’re bound to miss something. Just take in the moment right now.” You say, patting the seat on the grass next to you.

To his own surprise, he obliges. 

He doesn’t mean to profile you, but it’s a reflex, a defense mechanism. Being around serial killers and rapists, he needs to know their every move. But right now, being in your apartment as you give him a tour, he lets go.

Realizing he doesn’t have to know everything about you right away; he can take his time.

He expected your room to be something like a catalog magazine, but books, plants, and paintings you've made surrounded you.

Messy maximalist, you called it.

Spencer learns you hate minimalism, you hate gray white empty spaces that don't feel like home.

He is almost envious of how carefree you are, willing to wear your heart out on your sleeve. Your guard has been down the whole time, a luxury Spencer can’t afford.

“Can I offer you some tea? I recently perfected my mom’s recipe for chai,” You asked, already boiling the water and getting your tea bags together.

“Tea sounds amazing.”

He looks around, forming a profile in his brain.

You’re messy, but you somehow find beauty in it. It doesn’t bother you; it makes sense, he thinks.

Artistic people are commonly messy.

“What books do you like?” Spencer asks, watching you get two mismatched cups out.

“I love classic literature, Persuasion is one of my favorites. I love Jane Austen and the way she captures love in its most pure form."

“How would you define love?” It’s a question that has been nagging him, he wants to pick apart your brain and know every thought.

He can tell you’re a hopeless romantic, and he now wishes he had accepted Garcia’s movie night invitation to watch Jane Austen movies.

He already has a sense, knowing you love classic period pieces, but he just wants to hear your explanation for it. 

“In Med school they teach us that love is a complex emotion, a bunch of hormones: dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin in the brain. I can’t say much about hormones but love is life, and it's just peaceful like the slow water going down a stream. But an immediate phenomenon, much like life itself. It fills and empties you all at once, swirling like a river's water after a storm. Your hands, heart, stomach, and skin are just a few places on your body where you can feel it. And it overtakes you so intensely. You don’t even realize it until you’re in it. You can’t exist without it, love is like breathing.” You sigh, a shy smile overtaking your lips “Sorry i tend to rant a lot.” 

Spencer meets your smile. It feels nice to be on the receiving end of someone rambling.  “I don’t mind one bit. I knew you were an artist but I didn’t peg you for a writer.”

“Have you been profiling me, Doctor Reid?” you ask, he smiles avoiding your gaze.

“Most writers are artistic people; that is, they are imaginative, creative, and productive when working in an environment that promotes self-expression. Not to mention you mentioned journalism being your minor, also I saw you had a typewriter.”

“You're amazing, Spencer,” you say, taking the kettle off the stove, pouring two cups of chai.

Spencer whispers your name, and you look over, your name falls so easily through his lips. This is what was missing from your life, you think.

“I think you’re one of the most unique people I’ve ever met.”

He says, taking your hand, interlocking your fingers.

You graze your thumb over his knuckles squeezing his hand, meeting his brown eyes. And as if the universe was on his side for once you lean forward, your lips meeting his. Lips meddling into each other as if it was made just for you.

The morning sun is beating down on his small car, and there you are sitting in his passenger seat laughing at his horrible jokes.

Your favorite songs playing in the background. You smile at him, and Spencer is lost again, but not because of the street signs. He's just lost in your smile.

This is what was missing from his life Spencer thinks.

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Oh god please, more cheating and angst (hoodie? Tim? 👀👀👀) Idk u just write it so good and my aching heart feels better oddly because of it. I fuckn love angst djsjsjjdjdjd

Full Moon and Being A Horrible Person

[Masky X F!Reader]

[Warnings: language, physical cheating]

[AN: i love angst too]

The full moon makes us do weird things, it’s been well documented. From the people bouncing off the walls to inducing labor, all the way to making us make questionable decisions, the full moon is to blame, not him.

It was a full moon when he caught the eyes of a woman with dark, sweet chocolate colored eyes. She looked so beautiful under the lights of the bar, yellow illuminating her skin like it was gold.

She’d been flirting with him across the bar the entire night. Wry smiles, tapping her fingernails against the glass, twirling her dark hair and giggling when he caught her eyes and by extension, her attention.

“You know Reader isn’t gonna be happy with your behavior,” Hoodie had lightly chided him before downing more of his beer. “Why don’t you let me take over? I haven’t-”

“No,” Tim laughed, pushing at his best friend’s shoulder. “It’s harmless flirting,” he finished, watching Hoodie’s expression from the corner of his eye.

“If Reader was doing this, would you consider it harmless flirting?”

Kate excused herself from her conversation with one of the ladies from the booth behind the table she and her group shared, then turned her attention to her group leader. “He has a point,” she said, grinning when Hoodie leaned over the table to high-five her.

Tim rolled his eyes and began to lazily swish his drink. “It’s nothing, I promise.”

“You mean to say you haven’t emptied your balls in a few weeks and you’re desperate,” Hoodie deadpans, breaking his blank expression when Kate loudly laughs.

“Again, he has a point,” Kate smirked. “C’mon, let Hoodie or Toby take this one. Neither of them are in relationships and are less likely to get attached.”

Tim raises a brow at Kate. “Attached? What does that mean?”

Hoodie shares a look with the woman across from him who nods at him to explain what exactly she means. “She uh,” Hoodie awkwardly sips at his beer before biting the bullet completely. “C’mon man, you have an addictive personality. Pills, cigarettes, Reader…” He trails off before Tim hisses and punches Hoodie’s shoulder, roughly. Hoodie only barks a laugh and raises his hand up in submission. “I’m right, I’m always right!” He manages to choke out through remaining giggles.

“Can we just drop it for now?” Tim growls.

Kate rolls her eyes and then pulls a face to Hoodie, who stifles his laughter just barely before she turns back to her conversation with the ladies from the booth behind her. She’s up and out of her seat following a group of them to the other side of the bar, giggling and laughing as a woman with short pink hair holds her hand and weaves her through the crowds.

Hoodie feigns innocence before standing up. “I’m gonna find Tobes, who knows what he’s doing. Tearing up the dance floor, maybe?”

Tim watches as his best friend shuffles out from his seat, beer still in hand as he disappears into the sea of people. He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. His dark eyes scan the bustling room full of bright, rainbow colored strobe lights and too loud music only to catch a glimpse of the full moon outside. It’s tinged pink, and seems to blossom the longer he looks at it. Due to where they’re currently at in the city, he can’t see the stars - much too much light pollution. A sigh is about to escape his lips when he feels a hand brushing over his, pulling him from the light of the full moon and onto the woman he’d been flirting quietly with all night.

“Never thought I’d get you alone,” she says, voice sweet like honey and smoother than silk.

Tim thinks about his words, his group’s chiding before mentally shrugging off all responsibilities. “I know, right?” He replies, voice low and deep, something charming and sweet.

She grins like the Cheshire Cat before playfully biting her lip. “I’m just passing through here,” she begins, “maybe we could… Have a few more drinks then head back to my hotel room?”

Tim feels a slight blush come to his cheeks before swallowing it back down. He smirks, leaning into her presence. “I’d love nothing more.”

The two of them knock back a few more drinks, the woman mostly choosing fruity things and Tim sticking to whiskey. Their touches become more and more bold, and their words more lusty and obscene by the moment. He has her sit on his lap and he whispers all the nasty things he wants to do to her and she gobbles it up, giggles and soft licks to the shell of his ear driving him up a wall.

And then, he follows her to her hotel. It’s a tangle of lips smashing against lips, hearts beating in sync and hands grabbing in the most inappropriate of places. Her clothes lie on the floor before getting covered up by his, her body following in suit.

Tim takes her. He drinks her in full and has her seeing the stars that were once only gazed upon by you. He touches her in ways you’ve never been touched and allows her to touch him in ways he’d always claimed were ‘too much’ for him.

When the deed is done, he’s cuddling her much like he would cuddle you, cigarette in his mouth and bliss on his face.

Tim stayed the night.

The next morning, he’s so groggy that he doesn’t even realize he’s still got her lipstick stains on his skin. He gets back in his car (failing to realize his group had to either walk back to the temp or hitch with someone else), and heads back to the only true home he’d ever considered.

It’s a few hours to your place, but he makes it, and that’s all that matters. Your car isn’t in the driveway, so he lets himself in. A quiet stumble to the bathroom and he sees he looks like a mess. The weight of what he did to you begins to sink in.

Tim turns the shower on and strips off his clothing - the clothes still linger with her perfume before he hops in and begins to furiously scrub at his skin. Tears well in his eyes. How could he do that to you? What kind of common sense was he lacking in that moment?

He continues to scrub, slowly coming to the realization that he’s going to do whatever it takes to hide this from you - you can never know. It was the light of the full moon, people always act crazy when the moon is in that phase, and he was drunk, like really drunk.

Excuses, excuses.

The water stops right when he hears the front door open. He hears your voice. You’re greeting him sweetly, like you always do.

He takes in a deep breath. You can never know.

It was only inevitable that you’d find out, though he’s surprised you went as long as you did without knowing. Tim hid it from you for months, and he probably could’ve kept it longer if he didn’t come with you to Target when you asked. You’d always been a fan of late night store runs, and he hadn’t gone on one with you in a while… What harm could it possibly do?

A lot. A lot of harm that surfaced the truth.

“I should’ve cuffed you when I had a chance!” The woman giggled as she came up beside you as you looked at the early Halloween decorations.

You raised a brow. “Excuse me?” You looked over to your boyfriend, whose face had gone pale. “I think you have the wrong…”

“You’re a lucky girl, y’know that?” She continued, brushing off your words. “He took me to the moon.” Her voice was so sultry and decadent. “Hope he takes you to the moon as well,” she says, her fingers trailing Tim’s arm.

He pulls away from her. “W...Who are you?” He says, attempting to sound confused.

The woman pulls a face before looking in between the two of you, her dark eyes glancing and putting together the pieces. Instead of being embarrassed or ashamed, she chuckles and begins to take off again. “I did you a favor, honey,” she calls over her shoulder, hips swaying as she turns down another aisle.

You don’t want to admit it, but now you know why Tim’s been so weird lately and nicer than usual. Sure, Tim is a sweet guy, but his behavior the past few months has been OVERLY nice, and now you know why. “What was that?” You ask, eyes narrowing and tears welling.

“Nothing, let’s just pay and get out-”

“I wanna go home.”

Tim moves to rest his hand on your shoulder, but you recoil as if you’d been burned.

A huge argument ensued when the two of you got back into the car, lots of harsh words were traded. He tried reasoning with you, he tried telling you how much he loved you, he tried everything in his power but he’d ruined a good thing.

You ended up pulling over on the side of the road, slamming the breaks, tears in your eyes and turned to him. “Give me the key to my house.”

“What? No-”

“Give. Me. The. Key. Tim,” you hiss, punctuating every word with stronger venom. You held your hand out.

Tim sighs deeply and reaches into his pocket, pinching the bridge of his nose as you harshly snatch the key from his awaiting hand. “It’s not like that, you know I love you-”

“Is that what you’re calling it? Cheating on me and then lying about it for months?” You rhetorically ask, growling and seething further and further. You feel rage wracking your system as it exhausts you further and further. You can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes, because if you do, you’ll melt.

“I’m telling you, it was to protect you,” he attempts again. “Let’s just, let’s just go home and-”

“Get the fuck out of my car,” you say, drawing in every remaining and residual strength you have as hot tears scald your cheeks.

“You don’t mean that-”

“I do.”

“Reader, baby please-”

“Get the fuck out of my car,” you repeat. You squeeze your eyes shut, shake your head and then turn back to the road. “Do it before I do something stupid.”

Tim feels his heart shatter, cracking on impact as it falls deeper and deeper. He shakily runs his fingers through his hair before sliding out of your car, slamming the door shut and watches as you drive off and out of his life. He wants to scream, or cry, maybe both at the same time? He’s not entirely sure yet. He just knows his world is crashing down and there’s nothing he can do about it.

He betrayed your trust and broke your heart all for one singular night of passion.

The emotionally distraught man looks up at the moon, finding no solace that it’s full again.

#masky #masky x reader #masky scenario #masky creepypasta #tim wright #tim wright x reader #tim wright headcanon #masky headcanon #tim wright marble hornets #marble hornets #marble hornets x reader #marble hornets headcanon #marble hornets scenario #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta scenario #angst #hoodie #kate the chaser #ticci toby

[wixelt]

Snapshots (Hermitcraft: Scattered AU ficlet)

@hermitcraftheadcanons

(Short Hermit ficlet for the Scattered AU, while the AU is still relatively fresh. Wanted to play with untouched ideas, such as Biffa not having really featured (among others), as well as how Bdubs’ spawn would affect Etho, and the fact that xB was originally with Iskall rather than Cub, so I wondered how he ended up with Cub instead.

Also referenced a couple other people’s AU ficlets, for cohesion and funsies. Hopefully if you’ve been following Scattered, you’ll be able to spot them. :D)

Potential TW: Character death/respawn

In a distant region of the world, Biffa walked alone.

The beach on which he’d spawned was behind him, barely a memory in comparison to what lay ahead. The brief Drowned induced cycle of death and respawn still played in his mind, but he did his best to push the memory aside.

Something had gone wrong here. Barely a few weeks into this nightmare, and this much he already knew.

There was no regeneration. And no chat. Or rather, what remained of the chat was strange. Broken, even.

He tried not to think too much about the death announcements clogging up his visor like clockwork.

ImpulseSV was killed by Guardian using magic

Stressmonster101 drowned

Grian froze to death

GoodTimeWithScar fell out of the world

ImpulseSV was killed by Guardian using magic

Keralis tried to swim in lava

Xisuma starved to death

TinFoilChef was slain by Ender Dragon

ImpulseSV was killed by Guardian using magic

This… This was difficult to find a silver lining in.

He had to soldier on, though. This much he knew. The Hermits had always been stronger together, with or without him. This, though, needed to be a with situation, if possible.

He made a promise, that he would see them all again. That they would find a way out of this, together, no matter how long it took.

Please… Everyone. Just hold out as long as you can.

Idly, he glanced away from the open plains he was crossing, looking down to check his compass. After a second, the world coordinates flashed up in his vision.

-2038938, 65, 4759493

It was a long, long way to spawn, and Biffa had no way of knowing if he was even the furthest out.

He hoped he was the furthest out.

 ***

 In a distant woodland mansion, in a back room graciously provided to him by his finally non-hostile hosts, Mumbo Jumbo – the only Hermit further out in the Overworld than Biffa – pondered over some blueprints of his own design, brow furrowed in annoyance. The pulse extender in his communication relay had blown again, and he still didn’t know why.

He was going to make this work. He had to.

Grian and Iskall would never let it go if he just gave up.

 ***

 In a slightly smaller coordinate, amidst the churning sands of an unforgiving desert, two men stood. They shook hands as they prepared to part ways, each having a different goal in mind.

xB had spied the mesas dotting the edge of the desert in the direction of spawn. There’d been noises from them at night. Noises that sounded – at least to him – like the echoes of player activity. Iskall didn’t believe him, but he was convinced he’d find another Hermit there.

Only miles away, in a mesa swaddled valley, Cub worked through the night to build his Nether Portal, yet unaware it would connect to another’s.

Iskall, meanwhile, turned his gaze outward, in the exact opposite direction to spawn. Call it a hunch, or perhaps – with wishful thinking – distorted signals picked up by his malfunctioning implant, but he knew there were other Hermits out there.

He didn’t know it yet, but it would be around a year before he saw anyone else again – too far from his spawnpoint for Etho to locate him. If he knew that in the present, would he make a different decision – leaving Mumbo all alone – or would he make the same sacrifice to salvage his friend’s sanity?

 ***

 Etho pitied whoever had been spawning in the darkness of the void. He’d been here for several hours and he was already utterly sick of the oppressive darkness and blistering wind – only broken up by the occasional End island shooting past as a vague outline in the distant fog.

To think, one of his friends was being forced to endure this on repeat. He dreaded to imagine what that was doing to their mental state.

He thought he heard them, now and then, screaming in the distance. It sounded like Bdubs to him, but it was too distant to tell. Maybe one day, if they survived this, he’d have the chance to ask.

This was the last thought to cross Etho’s mind as he succumbed to the emptiness. Hopefully, next time around, he’d be able to contact somebody and tell them where Impulse was…

 ***

 Bdubs couldn’t even cry anymore.

His body felt flimsy, weakened by the choking clutch of the void, the seemingly gravityless descent, and the wind burning past him. His hands were blackened, frozen with frostbite.

Or voidbite.

Not that he really cared anymore.

He just wanted it to end.

It never did.

And even when it did, it didn’t. Not really.

 ***

 Fingers shaking, Scar held the elytra tentatively in his hands as if it were made of brittle glass, a thin smile of relief crossing his otherwise cold features as he brushed his fingers over the taught feathers.

He’d done it. He was free and had a means of getting out of this place.

He swore he’d never return once he left. Not ever.

And yet… he knew the truth. He knew he’d be back here, in time.

To escape that damned, lone island, he had given in. He’d let the Vex into his soul once more, and he knew it would cost him dearly in the long run. The Vex mask hung on his belt like some cosmic weight, dragging him down… waiting for the time when he would inevitably don it again.

He only hoped he could find Cub and fix this before there wasn’t anything of Scar left to save.

…or perhaps, he considered with a glance to his paled hands, it was already too late for that.

That’s what the voices said, at least.

“…sssscccAAARRRRR!”

*crack*

Scar blinked in surprise, roused from the strings of the Vex as a person shaped blur dropped in front of him, impacting the end stone with a painful sound, face a mix of terror and surprise before it vanished in a flash of red and a plume of smoke.

The former mayor stared at the now empty ground for what felt like an eternity. He was numb, at first, but soon he felt a small glimmer of hope sprout in his soul.

It began to burn anew as his mind processed the face he’d seen.

“…Bdubs?”

 ***

 TFC was not having a good time.

Decades gone was the young champion who could go toe to toe with the Ender Dragon any day of the week. He’d retired from a more active lifestyle for a reason, after all.

So being trapped in the End – stomped on every few minutes – was hardly ideal.

His life of experience – if nothing else – had made him a patient man, though.

He knew the other Hermits – some better than others, admittedly – and he knew that they’d all find their way out their own death-traps sooner or later, even if they needed a little help. They were resourceful like that.

All he had to do was wait. And have a little faith too, perhaps. That never hurt.

The Ender Dragon seemed pretty pissed that he kept coming back – his calm smirk only serving to anger it further – so at least he had that.

 ***

 Screaming gale and lashing torrents of snow reared against the figure as he stepped off the porch and out into the relatively open air of the ravine. Even in this shaded spot, the weather was eternally fierce and angry. From his own experience of his spawnpoint – not far from here – Doc knew it was going to be worse up on the mountaintop.

But there was someone counting on him. He wouldn’t let them down.

“Now you be careful up there, alright?”

Doc turned at the voice, watching as Ren staggered to the doorway of the hastily constructed cabin, managing a smile. The dog man had recovered from his injuries in leaps and bounds since Doc had discovered both him and his hiding spot only a few days ago, but there was still a slight limp in his step, and the marks born from his struggles had yet to fully heal.

There was a reason Doc was making this trip alone.

“I will.” The cyborg nodded. “I won’t let them down.”

“I’ll get the fire ready for when you bring ‘em back.” Ren hummed, glancing up at the top of the ravine, frowning deeply. “They’re gonna need it.”

They’d both heard the screams echoing from above, both before and after they’d encountered one another. There’d been many confused moments of “Wait, that wasn’t you?”, before the obvious task at hand was made clear, and both thought to unmute the chat log, having muted it due to the endless alerts from Impulse’s depressing situation.

Now, more than ever, they knew they had to act.

Doc wasn’t going to leave Grian alone on that mountain for any longer than he had to.

 ***

 He couldn’t feel his fingers anymore.

He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when that had happened – his mind was a blur of pain and numbed senses, now – but where once the feeling would return whenever he succumbed and respawned, there was now only nothing. It was as if his body had learnt not to waste the effort warming his extremities.

He didn’t have thoughts to spare on that sort of thing anymore, though.

Far behind him were thoughts about how he’d ended up in this situation.

Far behind him were the worries as he saw the names of his friends flood the chat alongside his own – one death after another – like some dark flood of horror.

Far behind him was the man who would’ve cracked a joke about his condition, then tried to find a way out.

Far behind him was the man who’d had any hope of getting off this mountain top.

Grian hardly felt anything anymore. Nothing but the despair and hopelessness of his situation.

No-one was coming for him, he knew. If he couldn’t get down, how would anyone hope to get up?

Limbs frozen. Wings a burden. All alone.

Grian let out a choked sob…

…before being consumed by the ice and snow yet again.

 ***

 All things considered, Xisuma’s situation had improved considerably since things had begun, though that wasn’t saying much.

He was still stuck in the depths of the Overworld, for example, devoid of any sunlight.

But compared to being hunted through dark, shulker infested caverns by a Warden, a lush cave was a pleasant step up. He tried not to think about the jagged tunnels that lay behind him, hewn by his fists and stained with his blood and tears.

He was no longer alone.

Axolotls aside, Jevin was here.

Or rather, he was mostly here.

Their reunion had shown Xisuma – to his dismay – that one of his worst fears for the situation had come to pass. With his non-access to world commands, certain… traits were reasserting themselves.

The moment Jevin had laid eyes on Xisuma – emerging from the dark of his tunnel – he’d seemed so happy…

…and then Jevin had killed him.

The dying memory of Jevin’s horrified features as the revelation of what he’d done on instinct set in was burned into X’s memory. When he’d next returned, he’d assured a terrified Jevin that he didn’t blame him, but the slime man was slipping, and both of them knew it.

The fact that he occasionally split into smaller versions of himself was tame by comparison – relatively easy to recover from given enough time – but it was still taking a psychological toll. Every time Jevin pulled himself together again, he seemed more frantic, more desperate.

And more than that, there seemed to be less of him.

He’d only forgotten small things so far, but it was clear that his sapience was leaking out without command lines to reinforce it.

And, Xisuma feared, if this was happening to Jevin, what of the others? Doc, Cleo…

It galvanised Xisuma into pushing to get to the surface, but his fear never once abated.

As admin he was supposed to prevent things like this, and yet here he was. As helpless as anyone else…

 ***

 Ex had seen nothing but bedrock as far as the red, oppressive fog would allow him for the past few weeks.

He… had no context for this.

The self-proclaimed “Evil” Xisuma had been trapped in many places – some more pleasant than others – but the roof of the Nether was a first. It didn’t seem as if it would be especially effective.

Which meant this was either his brother’s idea of a joke, or something was very, very wrong.

When the avalanche of death messages had come in, his suspicions had been confirmed as to the latter.

…but there wasn’t much to be done.

Aside from starve to death over and over again, at least.

Bedrock was unbreakable here, even for him. Even with the sudden and brief apparition of the one called Etho to give some much-needed context, he had little to work with here.

For the first time in a long time, Ex felt genuinely helpless.

 ***

 On a faraway coastline, two young women sat nestled around a fire, resting for the night. They had already plotted out the route they would take tomorrow, mostly as they’d already walked it once before, so had little to discuss.

Not when both were physically and emotionally exhausted.

On one side of the flames, False lay back against the body of her resting horse, muscles aching from days of saddle-less travel back to the coastline. Her eyelids flickered; the warrior barely able to stay awake.

She forced herself to remain in the waking world, however. Opposite her, Stress sat calmly, less energetic than she normally was. Though she’d mostly recovered from shock, she still shivered now and then. Her smiles and laughter didn’t quite reach her eyes, and she kept making nervous glances out to the coral reefs set just off from the shore.

Their spawnpoint.

It hadn’t been so bad the first time. They’d been mostly focused on getting each other out, and then on the apparent calamity that had befallen the server. What were a couple of glitch induced deaths alongside all of that?

It had taken several weeks of exploration and watching Stress freeze to death falling into a bluff of powdered snow for the true horror of the constant death messages in chat to feel real.

Stress had been trapped in bindings of coral for days – drowning over and over again – before False had made it back to rescue her.

Even hours later, by the warmth of a fire, False was still shaken. They both were.

She feared that if she closed her eyes for too long, she’d open them to find her friend had disappeared.

They’d recover, she knew this. False considered herself strong, and despite the flower girl not having as refined a prowess in combat, Stress was even stronger. She’d endured days of that torture and hadn’t crumbled in her hope, after all. But that taste of what Impulse may have been experiencing – not to forget Cleo or Grian – had unsettled them both.

And if False felt like this, she couldn’t imagine what was going through Stress’ head.

The brunette caught her frowning across the campfire, and gave her another smile, a repeated insistence that she was fine. That she wasn’t going anywhere.

False wished she could believe it, in such uncertain times.

Time and time again, she had faced down monsters and players alike. She’d done it without fear, too, pushing on without hesitation.

But False Symmetry wasn’t so proud she’d deny the truth.

Right now, she was scared.

 ***

 The torture hadn’t ended when the villagers called off their iron golem in killing her repeatedly. For Cleo, it had merely brought another problem into the light.

She was slipping.

She’d noticed it the moment the golem had stood down, and despite her battered and broken form, she’d managed to gaze at one of her attackers. The one who’d told their mechanical protector stop…

…and a burning, primal hunger momentarily took hold of her thoughts.

She locked herself away, after that, hiding out in a house (or was it a church? She’d been so panicked she hadn’t stopped to check), where the temptation wouldn’t sit there, right in front of her nose, taunting her with its… its brains…

…brains…

No!

Cleo whimpered in her darkened hiding place. Out of view of the sun, her eyes flickered with a red glare, seeming hollow and sunken.

She couldn’t go on like this.

X, please… Do something…

But nobody heard.

 ***

 Hell. Literal hell.

Keralis had thought – hoped – that a Nether fortress would be where he’d find the others. With regen a thing of the past, they’d need to gather materials for potions… right?

At least, it had seemed logical at the time.

And yet here Keralis was. A free spirit who had raised entire cities from nothing with nothing but his own determination… hiding in a closed off corridor, behind a cobble wall, a screaming horde of blazes and wither skeletons bearing down on the other side. Already, his clothing was singed, and scratches and cuts riddled his form. He hadn’t gotten to where he was cleanly.

There hadn’t even been a portal to fuel his escape.

It was enough to make even the most fearless of players turn pale.

He couldn’t go back to nothing again. He just couldn’t. He might never find his way back here.

He might never find anyone.

…

If Falsie were here, she’d cut right through them. No problemo.

And if it were Shishwammy, he’d…

Well, Keralis supposed, if Shishwammy did have access to his powers, this wouldn’t be happening in the first place.

So here he was, alone and afraid, having spent days – or what he assumed were days – trapped behind this wall, the forces on the other side never tiring or relenting.

As he had been since this all started, Keralis remained utterly terrified.

 ***

 (Was going to write more entries for all the other Hermits known to be trapped in this AU, which I think within the timeframe here would at least be Joe and Beef at spawn, Hypno either at or near spawn as well, Python in a Nether bastion, Wels and Hels also in the Nether, Tango and Zed in the jungle, Jessassin in a mesa somewhere, and Impulse – who I was going to close with – in his ocean temple of hell. My creativity’s run dry for the time being, though, so this will do just fine. I’ve got an infographic to work on, after all. :P

Hope you enjoyed! :D)

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #scattered au #hermitcraftheadcanons #keralis #ZombieCleo #stressmonster101 #falsesymmetry #evil xisuma #ijevin #xisuma #impulseSV #grian #docm77 #rendog #tinfoilchef #goodtimewithscar #BDoubleO100 #ethoslab #iskall85 #xBCrafted #mumbojumbo #biffa2001 #cubfan135

[phoenixblack89]

Sneak Peek Sunday!

I promised smut so here it is!

My wonderful readers of all things dirty @lilythemadqueen @autocon23 @writingdeadangel @darylsgirl @browneyes528 @boondoctorwho

WARNING: smut, smut and more smut (plus soft fluffy loving Dixon)

Daryl leaned over her and pecked her lips lightly, his eyes looking deeply into hers in question. 

"You should go get some food before Carl eats it all Daryl." She said sweetly, running her hand down his cheek and jaw. He smiled widely and lay his head down on her chest. 

"Nah. Wanna stay 'ere."

"Oh? And why's that?" 

"Ain't been alone wit' ya... Behind a door before I mean."

"Oooo Daryl Dixon you old romantic you!" She laughed as he glared up at her. "Gotta try better than that." She bit her lip seductively as he began kissing up her chest to her neck, sucking lightly. 

"Ain't that. Just wanna kiss ya... Lie wit' ya... Hold ya...."

 A shudder ran down her spine as he found the sweet spot near her ear and kissed open mouth kisses there, his tongue licking gently as his teeth nipped. 

"Wouldn't mind more... if ya okay...." 

Phoenix panted as she felt Daryl's teeth nip at her skin. His hand tugging the blanket from around her and under him. Her hands grabbed the hem of his shirt, jacket and vest tugging it up towards his chest. He froze instantly. 

"I... I..." 

"Shhh. It's okay Daryl. I know. I know." She whispered, kissing his cheek softly. "Take your vest and jacket off at least. Leather isn't a good feelin' against skin."

Daryl gave a relieved sigh and pulled off his vest and jacket, kicking his boots off and pulling his belt from his jeans before laying down once more. Phoenix smiled and flicked out the blanket to cover the both of them, trying and failing to turn on her side to face him. He chuckled quietly and leaned up on one elbow and just looked at her. She blushed as his eyes roamed her frame slowly, taking in every single inch of her. 

She's gettin' skinnier he thought, noting how he could see how her hip bone was becoming more and more prominent as well as how loose her clothes were becoming. Phoenix hadn't been the thinnest girl before the dead began walking but that was one of the things he adored about her. He loved she wasn't afraid to eat to meet people's standards of beauty. She had real curves, not bits of plastic inside to give the illusion of it. His hand traced over the tattoo curling over her right thigh, memorising the shapes and colours there. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers dipped around her thigh towards her core. 

"Daryl..."

His eyes met hers and she pulled him in for a kiss. His grip on her inner thigh tightened as their tongues met in battle. "Daryl! Please!" 

"Anythin' ya want, tell me" He replied, shifting himself to be cradled by her spread thighs. She licked her lower lip as his finger toyed with the hem of her shirt. She sat up a little to allow him to pull it up and off her body, his eyes glowed with desire as his mouth touched against her collar bone scar. His mind was blank with the taste of her skin on his tongue, his hands running up and around her breast. 

"Daryl.... Touch me please!" She gasped as he mouthed her nipple through her bra. He gave a slight growl low in his throat and gripped her hips, shunting his own into them in a slow grinding circle. 

"Wanna... Wanna taste ya." He blushed, whispering along her ribs, his head diving beneath the blanket. Her hand found his hair and tugged as his tongue swirled along her stomach and licked along the edge of her underwear. His fingers tugging them down over her hips harshly as her pants began louder in want. His breath fanned over her curls as he inched her underwear down carefully over her injured knee and off her right leg fully, slipping them to hang around her left loosely. He gazed up at her flushed face and heaving breasts and smiled slightly, dipping his head back to her core and wetting his lips with a little flick of his tongue. 

"Dare... Please." She moaned, her back arching as his fingers ran gently through her slick. 

Her nerves at being so exposed to him rattling her to the core as did the excitement of what was about to happen. Her eyes shifted nervously about the room. She hadn't been this bare to anyone in a long long time. Except for what had happened at the quarry camp...

Her heart was hammering in her chest in fear and anticipation. Daryl's fingers brushed over her clit lightly as he peppered kisses to her hip bone and curls before slowly dragging his tongue along her increasingly moist slit. 

"Oh god." 

Daryl began a gentle flicking motion to her clit, sealing his lips around it and sucking gently. He smiled and cheered internally as her moans began and her hands clawed at his hair.

Music to my ears he thought, changing his pace to her grinding against his face and the increase of her groans. He lifted his eyes slightly to take in the sight above him. 

Her hands were clenched tightly in the sheets either side of her as her back arched and her legs began to quiver around his head. Her skin on her amble bosom was flushed bright pink, her nipples hard peaks he intended to suck upon next. Her mouth was open in a panting sexy way as her eyes screwed shut in pleasure. The soft sheen of sweat dripped down her face and down her neck as she moaned and withered under his touch. He felt his cock leaking precum over his boxers as he felt her opening twitching against his chin and plunged two thick digits into her, never stopping his tongue and lips against her clit. Mere moments of thrusting his fingers into her had her coming undone in the most beautiful way. He felt her drench the bed with her orgasm and gave a groan, licking up all he could before raising himself over her. 

"Phoenix? Ya alright?" 

Her eyes were closed as he drifted his eyes along her naked, sated body. His fingers softly touching her sensitive skin and getting shudders everywhere he touched. 

"Dare..." She sighed, sounding fully fucked out. "God Damn Dixon! Ya don't talk much but that tongue sure knows what it's doing where it counts!"

Daryl ducked his head as he felt his face go red. He did not dare tell her it had been the first time he had ever done that to a woman. Her hand cupped his cheek and pulled him down to meet her lips. He bit gently down and lifted his hips away from hers and flopped onto his back beside her, shimming his jeans and boxers down to relieve the throbbing ache he felt. His hard cock rose from the confines of the material and he gripped it tightly pumping himself fast and hard, his eyes falling shut. 

Phoenix rolled onto her left side, making sure her right leg wasn't impacted in anyway and slowly bent her body and placed a kiss beside his hip bone. Daryl jerked up in surprise and looked downwards to see her leaning slightly awkwardly over his hip with her teeth biting her lip. 

"Can.... Can I taste you too Daryl?" 

Holy shit! Daryl thought as he gave a barely there nod. Phoenix slowly dipped her head towards his cock and gave the swollen head a tiny kitten lick. Daryl threw his head backwards, eyes squeezed tightly closed as he moaned. Her hot wet mouth felt so good around his cock and he knew he wouldn't last long before blowing his load. He opened his eyes and gently reached out for her head and ran his fingers over it. She smiled around his cock and hummed, sending Daryl hurtling towards his release with a very loud groan from the man. 

His fingers tighten their grip in her hair as his hips thrust upwards of their own accord, seeking to be deeper into the slick heat. Phoenix gave a noise of fright as he pushed her head further down his thick cock and he began fucking up into her mouth before relaxing her throat as best she could. She had never been able to deep throat her former lover or anyone but she wanted to try.

Daryl had pleased her so much and he deserved the same.

She gagged slightly as he twitched against her tongue, Daryl's moans becoming louder as his thrusts began to splutter and lose rhythm. He gave a groan of her name before hot salty cum shot straight down her throat. 

Daryl sagged back against the bed and released his grip from her hair so she could rise herself up into a more relaxed position beside him. She swallowed down his cum, a thing she'd never had an issue with unlike other women, and lay her head gently against his chest, watching him pant and try to regain control of himself. She loved watching the post sex faces of men. She felt it gave her a real insight into how well she'd been able to please them. Her tongue teasingly licked her lips as Daryl opened his eyes, his lids low and heavy. He smiled at her and cupped her face, pulling her in to kiss her senseless. They broke apart, both breathless and sated beyond belief. 

She snuggled up to his chest as he pulled his boxers and jeans back up and wrapped his arms around her. He gave her a kiss to the top of her head and sighed happily, his fingers running over her hair softly as she began to softly snore. 

"Night beautiful." He yawned and closed his eyes, making sure the blanket was covering her and him, giving into the call of slumber.

#normanreedus #PhoenixBWrites #Fera Ingris #twd daryl #daryl x oc #daryl dixon smut #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfiction #sneak peek sunday

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋’𝐒 𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋.

synopsis. in which anakin’s the demon king and the reader is a rookie knight who happened so to have strayed away from her group, into the arms of her nemesis. [ pt. 2 ]

tw. virgin reader, rough sex, dirty talk, bondage, oral ( male receiving ), slight degradation, unprotected sex, praise, face fucking, choking, anakin’s fucking thick ass thighs, yeah❤️

notes. uncomfortable with smut or younger than 16? please dni.

for @anakinswhore 🙈💞

anakin skywalker x fem!reader.

eventually after a good hour or so, y/n stirred in her sleep, slowly regaining consciousness as her lashes parted to reveal her tired, e/c hues.

for awhile she just stared at the ceiling before finally sitting up, rubbing her eyes before letting a quiet yawn out. when did she even get the chance to fall asleep? the knight allowed her hand to drop after a few rubs, carefully taking her new surroundings in.

her brows had etched together in confusion, and she pushed herself off the bed at last, gaping when she looked out the window to see the same setting she was in before she passed out.

right, she remembered it all now. that dick of a king knocked her out and brought her here on behalf of their tedious deal.

plopping back down onto what she assumed to be his bed, she sighed deeply, scrutinizing her possible exits. while she had no clue if he’d freed her friends yet, she still wanted to be able to plot her own eventual escape as well.

i mean, no one in their right mind could just sit there waiting for death to welcome them; certainly not y/n. she had a job to do and she intended to finish it.

rising to her feet, she checked her waist for any extra weapons she could’ve had on her, only to groan when she recalled leaving all her items and tools at her room in the inn. fuck.

for extra precaution, she groped around her body for anything that could be useful to aid her escape, but alas, not even those daggers she often stored in her boots were present.

she began to panic and searched through his room frantically, opening every possible drawer, cabinet and closet on sight. the desperation was slowly kicking in and she only continued to become sloppier with her actions.

so badly, that she wasn’t even ready to collide into what felt to be someone’s chest; a male’s- to be precise.

oh right, of course he would return.

the rebel fell onto her rear with a loud yelp from the impact, never failing to miss the coy smile he wore while he looked down at her from where he stood.

like the ‘gentleman’ he made himself out to be, he offered his hand to her, hiding his chuckles in his other hand, “y’know, most people ask before going through someone’s stuff, but i assume that doesn’t apply to you?”

growling, she slapped his hand away, pushing herself up on her own as she dusted her clothes off, glaring up at him just as she did a few hours ago in the forest. it’s as though he enjoyed getting on her nerves. the girl huffed, “and most people don’t casually kidnap others and place them in their bed, acting as if nothing had ever happened.” she retorted, stepping back twice to keep a more comfortable proximity.

“oh? and would you have preferred being locked up in a dungeon cell? maybe you would have,” anakin mused, a smirk etching itself onto his lips as he stepped forward to close the distance between them once more, watching as she repeated her actions till she was flush against the wall. 

he leaned in closer to her, blocking the light out of her face with his beautifully curved horns. “i can arrange that.” he hovered near her ear, knowing well that she had a sensitivity there from earlier.

y/n shuddered at his proposal, feeling a shameful warmth rise to her s/c cheeks. he was always so slick, even in their previous encounters. no matter what, anakin always ensured he was close to her.

she lifted her hands to push him away, wanting nothing more than her personal space back, but he refused to budge, eliciting a low growl from her lips. “i’d rather be chained up in freezing cold cell than be harassed like this.” she spat, shoving at him a little more harshly this time, but no avail.

a sigh had escaped his rose colored appendages, golden hues flickering down at her disappointingly. “is that what you really want then?” he mumbled before finally backing away, folding his arms over his dark brown and black colored robes. “fine then.”

it’s, the fact that she thought he was kidding-

without a second wasted, the warmth, light and luxury of anakin’s bedroom had transitioned into something far darker and colder, with the soft patters of leaking pipes being the only thing audible other than her breath, his and some faint screams off in the distance, that she only assumed could be from torture chambers, if anakin had those.

zoning out completely, y/n hadn’t noticed the cold metal piece latching onto her neck, replacing whatever freedom she assumed had left.

she turned her head, allowing her gaze to fall to the dirtied cobblestone flooring. “well you brought me here and chained me up, you can leave now,” she muttered quietly, walking toward her ‘bed’ when she felt a sudden tug on the chain and she was yanked back, stumbling into the hardness that was his chest.

a wince appeared on her features when the air was suddenly knocked out of her lungs, a loud cough escaping her lips just after as she turned to scowl up at him. “f-for fuck’s sake, warn me next ti-”

“shut your mouth, right now.” he interjected, silencing her.

the look in his eyes was anything but smug; it was menacing, far scarier than any glare she’d received from him- or others in general. it shook her to the core, but oddly brought a strange sensation to her covered, lower half.

anakin could sense her arousal and his grew in turn for her. gods was she pissing him off; any patience he had left was gone, which was never a good sign for anyone, and this brat of a girl was no exception.

annoyed, the setting changed once more back to anakin’s room, which confused the girl as to what he was planning on doing.

wordlessly, the king forced her up against the nearest wall, curling his fingers snugly around her cuffed neck as he pressed his lips onto hers, closing whatever space was left between their bodies. 

y/n could only remain still by his actions, utterly petrified by the lewd approach he took. just what on earth was he doing? was he not supposed to kill her?

feeling a squeeze on her vital points, her lips parted for a gasp and he shoved his tongue down her throat, painting her walls with his saliva as though she were a canvas and his tongue was but a brush coated in paint.

the softest of moans escaped her lips and anakin indulged in her sweet sounds, rolling his hips flush against hers while he pressed his clothed, erected sex against her own. there wasn’t a doubt in his mind now, she was still pure, untainted by any other being. and he was gonna take advantage of being her first and very last.

after what felt like centuries, he broke the kiss to regain his breath, dropping his hand from her neck to allow her the chance to recover as well. 

y/n panted, placing her hands at his chest this time for support as she clutched tightly onto his dark robes, afraid her knees would cave right then and there. “gods.. w-what was that..?” she asked him slowly, fear evident in her tone. she couldn’t be acting like this, she was a knight! and to give herself to the person she swore to defeat? it was disgraceful.

finally recuperating his own breath, anakin chuckled quietly, amused by how little she knew of intimacy. “a kiss, my love. i assume that was your first one then?” he whispered softly, his warm breath tickling her lips when he leaned in closer. with a cunning yet, charming smile, he connected their foreheads, training his yellow colored hues on her clouded ones. “you should give into your desires more, you’re more beautiful when you express yourself with full honesty.” he praised, his voice like saccharine; it weakened her.

her lips had parted to protest, but she closed them right after, glancing away guiltily. “giving into my desires won’t do me any good, your majesty. now please explain to me what’s going on, i thought you were taking my life. did you even release my party?”

the demon lifted her head from her chin with his two digits, rolling his eyes playfully. “of course i did, i’m not a liar, y/n. anyway, i meant i was taking your life as if it were my own; which i would define as,” he paused, brushing his lips tenderly over hers this time. “making you mine.” he finished.

widening her eyes, y/n thought back to obi-wan’s words from before, swallowing thickly.

back then, she hadn’t a clue what he meant by them. he was just so vague about telling her to rescue him; what from? how? why?

she now knew the answers to all those questions. or rather, answer.

in the end, love was all he needed to save him. and whether it was verbal, physical or both, she was willing to offer that affection needed to bring him back to his senses.

only issue was that she wasn’t ready for his kind of love.

y/n heaved a soft breath, looking up at him seriously. “and what will you do now?” she asked him warily, leaning into his touch more when his hand curled further around her chin and cheek.

such a simple question had the curly haired king’s smile turning into one far more suggestive, aurum orbs now darkening with lust. “well sweetheart, that all depends on your performance tonight. so be a good girl for me, okay?” he uttered softly into the shell of her ear, retracting his hands from her body to hook them beneath her legs, hoisting the virgin onto his right thigh with little effort.

her lips quivered in pleasure, confused as to why she felt so good on his thigh of all places. was it the texture maybe, or the width? maybe the muscular feel? she wasn’t all that sure, but she knew for a fact she wanted more of that feeling; more of anakin.”a-aah.. please- shouldn’t we be on the bed for this?” she asked him quietly, whining when he pressed his thigh harder against her clothed folds, drawing a soft mewl from her lips, whimpers of need not far behind.

the demon king smirked at this, raising a brow upwards at her breathless inquiry. “patience, we’ll be there soon, darling. besides, you’re enjoying yourself down on my thigh, why ruin the fun for you? relax and save your questions for later.” he told her curtly, bouncing her lightly on his thigh which had her head tilting back slowly, chain swishing from the light movement.

up until now his dominant character never really bugged or had her feeling some way, but now? she couldn’t be anymore aroused. y/n was sure she could have her climax crash down right then and there on his thigh, had it not been for her holding it in.

“f-fuck, please anakin..!”

he chuckled. “please what? speak more clearly, you could be pleading for anything here, y/n.” he mused, leaning in to trail kisses down her jugular, pausing every now and then to roll the skin between his teeth, slowly.

she bit her lip to hold back her cries, eyes stilling on the sinful mess she was making of her clothes; wet circles all over her crotch and they were seeping through to his pants as well.

shakily, she brought her hand down to her clothed sex, dipping two fingers into her panties as she rubbed circles around her flushed, lower lips, seeking more friction before carefully sinking them into her heat.

noting this, anakin stopped her hand from moving any further and pulled it away from her sex, sliding her off his thigh till she was staggering back onto her feet.

she glared up at him for practically dropping her, ready to yell once more, however she was silenced by her slick coated fingers being plunged into her mouth harshly.

anakin shook his head, growing frustrated with her impatience. “for a virgin, you’re getting too ahead of yourself there, love. you’re just so sloppy, have you even masturbated before?” he hummed out, shoving them deeper till her e/c hues were swelling with tears. “what a dirty little slut.. don’t worry though, i’ll fix you.” he muttered lowly, narrowing his cold eyes.

finally her tears fell, rolling freely down her plush cheeks, whilst her pleading cries went completely deaf to his ears. 

fuck, she hated how much she was enjoying this.

a muffled scream left her lips, and she lifted her unoccupied hand to free the one in her mouth, but anakin was quicker.

the demon pinned it above her head with ease, thrusting her fingers a few times more into her mouth before pulling them out, watching as her hand fell to her side.

the sight of her was anything but innocent. she had tears trickling down her cheeks, a stream of uneven breaths falling past her lips and a hazy look in her eyes. she was simply irresistible.

anakin was sure to ruin her more.

“mm, you’re so cute when you’re finally giving in to me, princess.. should i reward you?” he asked her sweetly, awaiting her response.

“y-yes please!”

with one last pant, she nodded hastily to further confirm her words, following close behind him after he’d released her hand.

gliding her tongue over her soft lips, she watched as the horned male sat himself down on his bed, eyes never leaving his sculpted thighs. god, did she want to stuff her face in between them.

with a small motion of his fingers, she walked up to him eagerly, never once breaking contact with his vibrant pools.

he let a carnal groan leave his lips when he shifted in his place, pupils slitting. “good,” he began slowly, “now on your knees and open that pretty little mouth up for me as wide as you can,” he ordered quietly, watching as she sunk down quickly to her knees, just as he’d requested.

the human girl scooted closer to him, bringing her hands up to his confined sex as she undid his belt and pulled the fly of his zipper down, springing his cock free from its clothed captivity. 

meticulously, she took his hardened length into her hands, blinking at the sight before her. y/n hadn’t exactly seen one before so of course she wouldn’t know what the average was, but she knew for one that his certainly wasn’t.

anakin’s hands had slipped into her h/c tresses, tugging her closer to him as he eyed her down with desire dancing in his golden embers. “my love, we don’t have all day here. just take what you can and use your hands for the rest,” he advised, patience running thin, though he covered that, somehow.

nodding absentmindedly, she started by his tip, laying kitten licks to clean his precum up, slowly dragging her tongue down the base to slick it up before taking him into her mouth eventually.

the curly haired threw his head back and sighed out, yanking a bit harder this time on her hair as he groaned. “fuck yeah, use that pretty little tongue of yours baby and take me in some more, you know you want to..” he encouraged, though it sounded more like a warning.

doing as told, she took another inch into her mouth and hollowed her cheeks out to take more, moans muffled by his thick, lengthy erection.

“a-aahh.. yes- fuck!” he belted out, finally losing control over his instincts as he took matters into his own hands ( literally ), bottoming himself out deeper into her throat. 

in the end, there was only so much patience one could have, especially anakin.

and apparently, the girl could only handle so much of his strength..

taken aback by the sudden force, she fell back onto her ass with a muffled cry, lips detaching from his muscle as she coughed a few times in a poor attempt to even her breathing out.

knitting his brows together, skywalker gave her a tired yet distasteful glare, notably disappointed. “we’re not finished here, y/n.”

amidst her recovery, the taller stood to his feet and reached for her head, bringing her forward. he chuckled darkly, lining himself back up at her lips. “now.. let’s try that again,” he stated, ploughing himself into her, further than before, desperate for his release.

tears poured down her glossy cheeks yet again, the pain becoming unbearable, yet she felt so good and filled all at the same time.

retracting one hand from her head, he wiped her soaked cheeks with his thumb, remorse bubbling within him. “nghh.. hang in there baby, it’ll all be over soon, i promise.”

had it not been for what he was, maybe he would’ve had more restraint, but he couldn’t help those instincts that screamed for him to break her.

at last, he hit his own climax and spilled his milky seed in hot spurts into her mouth, filling her cheeks up till his bitter fluids were running down her chin.

squeezing her eyes shut, y/n swallowed every last drop of her ‘reward’, groaning as she wiped her lips clean with the back of her hand.

pleased by this, the wavy haired brunet crouched down to where she was and lifted her off the ground, placing her gently onto his bed.

unfortunately, he didn’t have anymore time for any other activities or foreplay; he needed to be inside her, fucking her walls up right then and there.

hurriedly, anakin discarded her clothes with little effort, leaving her in nothing but her panties and a bra. he flicked his tongue down his bottom lip, craving so much as to eat her out, but there wasn’t any time for that.

“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered quietly to the young woman before him, gently reaching behind her to unhook her f/c colored bra as he threw it to the side somewhere.

while he worked around her underwear, y/n couldn’t wait any longer herself. she began undoing his robes for him, slipping them off his broad shoulders as she drank the sight of his glorious body, fingers brushing over each curve and scar. “you’re not so bad yourself,” she replied softly, smiling up at him for the first time.

this sudden passionate feeling was incomprehensible for her, why did she feel this way all the sudden? were they not meant to be enemies and stay that way?

she frowned at the thought, but brushed it off as quickly as it came.

the demon took notice of this and grew conflicted. should he stop and ask her about it?

he shook his head to rid himself of his doubts, inching himself closer to her body before capturing her lips in his own.

it was only natural to feel doubtful, he’d just have to assure her, right?

pulling away from her lips, he trailed kisses down her jawline, sucking and nibbling on her tender skin. “mm, you taste so sweet, my love.. and you’re still so soaked from earlier, all for me, i assume?” he snickered quietly, rolling a lone finger up and down her quivering petals.

she whimpered tacitly into his shoulder, nodding her head slowly. “o-of course.. who else would it be for, you’re the only one here,” she remarked somewhat impatiently.

“as i should be,” with another laugh, anakin finally stopped his teasing methods and pushed his finger into her sopping core, curling it slowly. “can i add another, darling?” he asked her sweetly, noting how loose she was from her pooling arousal.

she nodded eagerly, “y-yes please, h-haahh~ could you go faster too?” she moaned, weaving her fingers into his soft brown locks as they inched closer to his horns, her expression reflecting nothing but absolute awe.

y/n always thought of demons as such cruel creatures, which is what they were made and perceived to be, of course. but only now did she stop to take in the very sight of one, and how beautiful he is. 

she was mesmerized.

a smile formed on the male’s lips, his eyes softening at her actions. “hold them.”

the maiden blinked at the sudden request, not even noticing that he’d added another finger in. could she really?

“are you.. a-aahh, sure?” she was still a bit doubtful.

he rolled his eyes playfully, “if i wasn’t, i would’ve told you. so go on,” he encouraged.

doing as told, she traced his thick, curled horns, curling her fingers around them to feel their smooth yet intricate texture. “they feel a lot nicer than i expected,” she commented quietly, wincing when she felt a pang in her stomach. must be the long awaited orgasm.

“i’ll take that as a compliment then,” he murmured, sighing at how soothing her hands felt, before sinking a third finger into her hole to stretch her out further, feeling her walls begin to tighten.

her sounds and hums of pleasure never went unnoticed by him, fueling his actions all the more.

she respired, squeezing his horns, “a-anakin, i’m close,” she whispered softly, burying her face into his neck while her hands loosened their grip, falling weakly onto his shoulders.

“shh, i know, i can feel it, love. just cum for me princess.” he coaxed, applying extra force to his final thrusts until finally, her climax crashed down onto his fingers, painting them in her warm slick.

gasping out in ecstasy, her fingers dug deeply into his smooth skin, creating red, crescent shaped moons in her wake.

finally, the royal pulled his digits out of her and sucked them clean, humming at their sweet taste. “you’re such a good girl for me, y/n.. do you think you’re ready now?” he asked her, lining up slowly at her entrance, eyes flickering to hers for consent before he went any further.

she gulped, but nodded nonetheless, laying her head down against the pillow. “i think so.. just be gentle though, okay?”

“of course, tell me when to stop.” he told her, carefully thrusting himself into her heat, making sure to avoid going in all at once.

her grip strengthened on his shoulders, but she kept her composure. “k-keep going, ani,” she assured.

the nickname brought a flush to his cheeks, but it left as quick as it came. he couldn’t recall the last time he heard that name. it was, refreshing.

finally anakin sheathed himself fully inside of her, feeling the tight squeeze of her gummy walls surrounding him. he groaned deeply into her, eyes becoming half-lidded. “fuck, you’re still so.. ngh, t-tight.. i’m gonna move, okay?” he called, awaiting her nod before pulling out and sinking back in, repeating his actions over and over again.

after a string of moans, she squeezed her eyes shut, crying out to him in a needier tone this time. “f-faster anakin, please i’m close..!” she begged, feeling that same pit form from before.

“i got you.. don’t worry,” he assured, sealing their lips off with one final kiss before allowing his orgasm to meet her own, pumping her full of his cream colored fluids.

she basked in the bliss that was his love and warmth, wrapping her legs around his waist as she shifted her arms to his neck for better support.

anakin held the kiss as long as he could before pulling back, bringing her up with him till she was nestled on his lap.

he nuzzled her neck softly, using his abilities to free the rebel warrior of her restraints before engulfing her in a tight hug. “was that deal so bad after all?” he had to ask, smiling lazily.

she clicked her tongue, laughing quietly at his remark. “how ‘bout i give you an answer after you stop this war, fair enough?”

he sighed. of course she would be difficult, but he saw no reason why he shouldn’t stop the war, he got what he wanted anyway.

“deal. now can i have my answer?” he huffed, turning his nose up in the air childishly.

she pecked his cheek, offering a loving smile, “it was wonderful, anakin.”

notes. THIS IS SUPER RUSHED HDJDKSKD istg i drew such a blank for half of this🧍‍♀️ it’s so messy fgdjfsfvjsfsj definitely not my best piece LMAOOO but yeah i hope you enjoyedd <33 hopefully i can whip out something better next time && less- whatever tf this was 😭

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I’m Weak, My Love (And I am Wanting)

Jaskier x Reader

Word Count: 5,525

Summary: After a night of drinking, you dance with a stranger. Jaskier is jealous. Jealous enough to do something extreme

A/N: Two Fics in one day? Who is she? I have no idea.

This fic is dumb and super unbeta’d but oh well, sorry for any bad writing and junk. I’ve mentioned Jaskier being jealous before and wanted to write something to go with it.

Title from Her Sweet Kiss.

Warnings: Public Sex, slight degradation, Reader is drunk, Jaskier is insecure. 

You feel the eyes on you before you even really understand what they are, hairs on the back of your neck standing up on end. It’s distracting as all hell.

“Fuck!”  

The word comes out loud and slurred as you stumble over your own feet mid-dance. You’re drunk, or if not drunk then tipsy enough to know that you soon will be- the feeling is more than welcome. Working, fighting as you have been, it leaves little time these sorts of festivities, the kind that reminds you of home. The rush from guzzling down tankard after tankard of sickly-sweet apple cider is unrivalled in its ability to make you feel girlish and giddy. And so, you’re dancing. Or were, as it may be, before you tripped. 

Your compatriots don’t join you, but you rather expected that before abandoning the table. Geralt seldom allows himself to indulge in such luxuries- like smiling, or engaging in pleasantries, so you assume that dancing is far beyond his capabilities. He doesn’t even tap his foot when Jaskier performs catchy, often bawdy songs, in his honour, so this music, pretty but lacking in lyric or any type of familiarity is unlikely to rouse him to his feet. Besides, crowds are hardly something the White-haired man enjoys, standing out like a sore thumb amidst all of the mundane people of the village you’re staying in.  

Jaskier, however, Jaskier staying at the table is a little odder. The bard adores crowds, feeds off of the energy that a group of people exudes and is able to talk to anyone, a trait you find intriguing and intimidating in equal measure, but he's sat. The tavern has a band of bards, all playing in unison to form something overwhelming and beautiful, so there is no chance for him to perform, to wink and sashay about while strumming his lute and lapping up attention. That had rather taken the wind out of his sails when he realised, souring his mood to a point where he isn’t even trying to dance with you. It had been upsetting at first, how he had essentially ignored you in favour of scowling and fingering the frets of his lute like the strings will make the other musicians disappear.  

Ever since meeting the bard, you’ve thought him beautiful. Not beautiful, beautiful isn’t quite the right word. He's amazing. The kind of person for whom a natural sort of charm radiates from them, who would be attractive from personality alone, even if he wasn’t one of the most attractive men you have ever laid eyes upon. Ever since the two of you began... whatever it is the two of you have been doing, he's done his part to act as if you’re the only person in tge world to him, but right now? He only has eyes for the band. The coin that he could have earned would have been a godsend, but you don’t care about that right now, all you want is to dance with the bard. He's just. Sat there, scowling and sitting instead if dancing with you.  

It’s such a simple thing to bring so much pleasure; dancing, especially when coupled with somewhere to do it, and this tavern certainly feels like an appropriate place for it. It’s heaving, overrun with people you assume must b locals, all laughing and chattering like they haven’t a care in the world. Perhaps they don’t, their only troubles coming in the form of what ale to drink and who they should dance with. You envy them that. Truly, you can’t remember a single one of your concerns from before you packed up and abandoned your life go travel with a wandering Witcher and his Bard. Logically, you know you must have had them, but not a single one is important enough to linger in your mind. Any domestic issue pales in comparison to fighting beasts, arguments about corsets and how near you may go to the woods forgotten in lieu of how best to fell a Wyvern or exactly where to hit any man who means to do you harm. It’s selfish to envy these people their lives when you know that you wouldn’t trade the life you have chosen for all the gold in the world. Mid-stumble, you catch yourself, and stand upright once more, bringing your tankard to your mouth and draining it before moving to place it on a table, only to fall over your feet once more, flinching for fear of impact with the ground. But it never comes, instead a pair of arms wind about your waist and tug you up to the body of one of the boys who had been dancing around you. He’s a pretty thing, a mop of blonde curls hanging about wide green eyes that stare at you like you’re a prize that’s fallen into his lap, and you grin up at him gratefully. It takes less than a second for him to tug you closer still and begin another dance, hand on your waist and the other gripping your hand; it’s nice, nice to feel wanted, even if it’s only for a night, a dance- there are worse ways to spend a night than hanging off the arm of some pretty stranger. Serves as a nice distraction from the bard as well. Well, it would be nice, if not for the feeling that you’re being watched, that has you craning your head to see who it is that is staring. Then, your eyes meet a gaze all too familiar.  

Jaskier.  

His eyes are narrowed into slits, brows knitted together and mouth downturns in a look that you don’t recognise on his face, but know all too well. A scowl. Jaskier doesn’t scowl, that’s a look used by Geralt or yourself, but right now he's scowling at you, glaring daggers into you and gripping the neck of his lute so tightly it looks as if it might break.  

“Something wrong, Pretty Lady?” The blond asks playfully, making you turn your gaze away from the glowering man across the room to meet the eyes looking down at you.  

“Oh. No. No, I just. Thought someone was looking at me.”  

“The man in the red?” He asks, looking straight at Jaskier before chuckling, spinning you about and causing you to fall against his chest once more. “I don’t think he likes me very much.”  

“What?” You ask incredulously, eyebrow raising. It's such a weird thing for him to say about a complete stranger, and you can’t really understand what he means. Jaskier is scowling, yes, but you assume it’s because you’re able to enjoy yourself while he cannot perform.  

“He looks like he might murder me.” The boy tilts his head and leans his head in, mere centimetres from your face in such a way that has you thinking that he might kiss you. “Your husband?”  

His question flusters you, only serving to make your cheeks flush bright red and a nervous laugh to escape your lips. Jaskier? A Husband? The idea of him being wed is so alien, even when applied to you. You spend too many nights with him curled about you, but you aren’t even courting, never mind being anywhere close to marriage.

“No!” You say the word a little too forcefully, and your dancing partner grins. “We're traveling partners, he is not my husband.” You don’t know what you are. You kiss, settle in his arms like it’s where you belong, spend far too many nights with him bucking up into you and swallowing down your moans, but you aren’t courting. He isn’t your gentleman caller. Your lover, yes, your friend, always, but you have no clue how to articulate that to this stranger, and so don't.

“The look on his face has me thinking he might wish to be more than traveling partners, Pretty Lady.” He says teasingly, lips brushing against your own with each word. You are more than that, but the alcohol has you tongue tied. You want to kiss this stranger. Well, that’s not entirely true, you want to be dancing with Jaskier and to drag him down into a kiss, to lean in and close the gaps between your lips, but you'll settle for trying to forget the man behind you who cares far more about music than spending time with you. He seems to have the same thought as you seeing as he kisses you suddenly.  

Its soft, sweet, but... felt like nothing. It’s just skin on skin, no different from how his hand on yours feels, and you can’t help but feel disappointed. You’ve only ever kissed one man before, never felt a need or want to either, only ever really wanted a bard who is too tied up in himself currently to kiss you, but every kiss with Jaskier is a world stilling experience, the sort people write songs and poetry about and this feels like absolutely nothing at all. No sudden surge of desire, no need to fling your arms about him, no want for anything at all.  It’s deeply disappointing to say the least; like something inside of you is broken, or at least dampened by the alcohol raging through your system. The man kissing you, however, seems to feel something if the quiet moan he lets out is anything to go by, and pulls you closer, but you remain still. You can’t bring yourself to kiss him back, so instead just stand there stock still. Well, stood stock still until you feel a hand firmly grasp your wrist and tug. Hard. The pull sends you stumbling blindly backward, barely able to realise what is going on when you see Jaskier pushing the blond man backwards.  

“Get your bloody hands off of her!” He says, words dripping with poison, audible above the music. The people dancing around you stop their movements and stare at what is going on, at the Bard standing in front of you like a guard dog.  

Your dancing partner opens his mouth to argue while surging toward Jaskier who clenches his fists into balls, but stops when you quickly say Jaskier's name. This is the closest you have ever seen him to a fight, watching hands that daily cradle a lute clenched to punch someone is so unnatural.

It’s embarrassing, to say the least, to be gawked at by such strangers and turned into a spectacle, and so you reach out to the bard, hand brushing against his back.

“Jask-” You begin, and he turns to you quickly, eyes initially full of anger, but softening slightly when they meet your own; his hand flies out once more and grabs your arm, painfully tight.  

“Come on, Little Miss,” He says coldly, walking towards the door to the pub and dragging you along behind him. You drag along behind him, and hear the music start up once more, making you scowl at the prospect of missing out on dancing. There goes the chance at nostalgic bliss you had been enjoying. You’re in the street before you really know what is going on, and Jaskier curses under his breath into the darkness of the evening.  

“Shit. Where is the fucking inn...?” He mutters, craning his head about to try and get his barings once more. This isn’t where you recall entering, and assume that you must have left through a side entrance, you’re in some side alley, not the main street. The iron grip on your arm is growing painful and you try to pull it free, Jaskier's grip doesn’t falter. The air is uncomfortably cold, especially against your warm cheeks, and standing like this is doing little to warm you.  

He’s trying to work out where you go from here, and you’re wondering the exact same thing; just not about how to get back to the inn. He’s gripping you like he wants to bruise you, wants to leave his mark on you and you don’t know what there is you can say to make his jaw unclench or his hands soften. There are no words. Though you aren’t courting, it’s been quite implicit between the two of you that whatever it is you have, it’s exclusive; he and you are not to be... toying about with other people. You don’t flirt with men hoping for free drinks or cheaper rooms anymore, Jaskier doesn’t bed or even flirt with other women, and between the two of you? You fell at the first hurdle, he has remained loyal to whatever this is, and you let some stranger kiss you. Famous flirt and serial seducer, Jaskier, has not tried to romance anyone but you but with a little ale in you and the high of dancing rushing through you, you let a stranger kiss you; not just kiss you, but kiss you in front of Jaskier. There’s nothing you can say that will change that.  

“I’m weak, my love, and I am Wanting.” The lyrics come from your mouth unconsciously. You don’t sing, it’s not something that comes readily to you, but with the ale and discomfort around you, it’s a that you can think to do. Singing is Jaskier's skill, and while drunk you can hardly carry a tune, but you simply need to fill the silence and a song will do. His song too. It feels like an insult, but he turns to you with a smile- all teeth and gums. Like a wolf, a beast, and it’s exciting. Jaskier doesn’t look like a beast, he’s all sweetness and light but given what he’s seen, you suppose it makes sense. You blink slowly at him, and feel him tug you toward him once more, body making contact with his chest and driving all of the air from your lungs.

“What the bloody hell was that all about?” You ask, a little more harshly than you expected it to come out. “I was having a good time-”  

“A good time? Is that what you call letting a little toad like him near you?” He seethes, towering over you in such a way as to make sure you must look up at him. You feel like a child being chided, not someone talking to a man who had until this night been seen as your equal.  

“We were only dancing, Jaskier. I fail to see how he was taking advantage of me by dancing. You and Geralt were hardly going to stop your brooding and be my partner.” You try to argue, but your words come out stilted and unnatural. Arguing with him isn’t natural: Geralt you can argue with until blue in the face, everything said is forgotten within an hour or so, but Jaskier? He remembers everything, pulls it out at a second’s notice and is a wordsmith. He knows how to build up or tear someone down with nothing more than his words, and well at that. Your argument is childish and nonsensical too- acting as if you were only dancing is an obvious lie. You know what happened, he knows what happened. You cannot deny what he's seen with his own eyes and to try is to insult his intelligence.  

He pushes you, and the rough brick of the inn presses into your back, rough and painful enough to warrant a noise of complaint, which dies on your tongue when Jaskier's hands bracket you in place. You let out a gasp, from the sharp pain of the bricks and the fact that he's pushed you and is so near. With him so close, you can smell ale on his breath that you hadn’t seen him drink. Is that your breath? The proximity of your lover so close combined with the alcohol has your head spinning in a way that makes you worry you might just sink to your knees. He looks beautiful. He always does, but somehow, now with chestnut locks falling into his eyes and glaring at you in a manner that is just on the right side of feral, he has your knees shaking. You've never been attracted to dangerous men, but in this moment, with him having all but punched a man over you, you understand how so many women can fall over themselves for men like Geralt.  

“You weren’t just dancing, were you, Little Miss?” He growls, leaning in until his face is but a centimetre away from your own. “You let him kiss you.”  

“He kissed me.” You attempt to correct him before realising you've basically said the exact same thing he did. Jaskier growls at that, and slams his mouth into yours. It hurts a little, his kiss pushing your head back into the hard wall, mouth working harshly against your own and tongue prying its way into your mouth, world’s away from his usual way of kissing- all sweetness and light replaced by something darker. Almost possessive. You try to move your hands up to grip the satin front of his doublet only to have them pinned to the wall at either side of your chest. His lips leave your own to move down to the column of your throat, not quite kissing but more nipping at the skin.  

“You let him kiss you.” He says darkly against the skin, warm breath fanning against cold skin to make you shiver.  

“I didn’t kiss him-"

“You didn’t stop him either.” The words are almost a snarl, and your heart all but stills in your chest.  

“I didn’t know how! And I didn’t kiss him back, Jaskier, we both know I wouldn't...”  

“I don’t believe in sharing.” Funny statement. He’s made a name for himself by bedding married women, but the woman he isn’t courting being kissed is somehow a punishable offence? What’s the difference, you ask yourself, while his lips ghost across your neck, how is some man kissing you any different from what he used to do? Teeth graze sensitive skin and you bite back a moan when a thought enters your mind. Those women weren’t his. They were another man's wife, not someone he shares a bed with, spends his days beside. He hasn’t ever needed to concern himself with the aftermath of adultery, save for running from nobles- never been jealous of who looks at a woman that he cares for.

At once, everything falls into place. All night makes so much more sense, how he had tried to keep a grip on your hand as you slipped from his grasp to the bar, never to return as you joined the fold to dance, the constant watching, the scowling at your dancing partner. No sign of his usual animated chatter, no annoying Geralt, just watching. Unending watching. He wasn’t angry about the other musicians. No, no, it was something completely different all together.  

“Are. Are you jealous?” You stammer out which only makes the Bard growl and all but bite your neck, sucking on the skin in such a way that has you certain that there will be a bruise there in the morning. A strange concept indeed. Jaskier is all lover and no fighter, so the thought of him bruising your skin even through kisses is something else.  

“Am I jealous of some ugly prick?” He raises an eyebrow and slowly raises to his full height once more, his knee slotting between your thighs and grinding oh so slowly against your sex. “No. What I am, is fucking angry. That some bastard is touching My Little Miss, that you would let him-"  

“Y-Yours?” You stammer out as the meat oh his thigh rubs against your clitoris.  

“I spend my days singing to you.” He nips at your neck. “My evenings holding you.” He laps at the bite with the flat of his tongue. “My nights fucking you.” His hands release your wrists, one moving up to grope your chest while the other moves down to tug your skirts up past your waist and slides into your undergarments to press the tips of his fingers to your sensitive pearl, letting out a ghost of a laugh upon feeling your fluids covering his digits. “I kiss you; I sleep with you, I live and breathe you and use my mouth on you until you can't even breathe. I think that rather makes you mine.”  

He says it in a manner that is so matter of fact that it makes your head spin. His. Logically, you know you should be angry at him for being possessive- you aren’t his partner, not his wife, not anything more than a bed partner- but the way he says it has you dripping, walls clenching around nothing at all while his leg grinds against your cunt. His. It leaves no room for argument or discussion, just a claim of ownership that can’t be disputed, not that you would if your traitorous mouth would allow you to form words. You like that, as much as you know you shouldn’t. It makes you sound like a pet or some kept whore, and the affectation in his voice only serves to remind you that he must be some rich cunt and you should slap him for implying he could ever own you, but really, all you want is for him to breach you with his calloused fingers, make your thighs quake. To be owned by him, at least right now, sounds perfect- to be filled with him until you know nothing but his name and how his cock feels within you.  

“You're soaking.” He mutters, dragging his nose against your skin. “Is this for me? Or that prick?” He sounds so smug, but there's an undercurrent of anger running under his playful tone.  

“Please... Please.” You whine out, biting your bottom lip so hard you taste blood. He chuckles, fingers deftly circling your clit without ever moving further.

“Please what, Little Miss?” He asks, his smile all teeth. “Please...? Please stop touching you? Please let you go and be touched by that disgusting little-"  

“Finger me.” You cut him off earnestly, back arching off of the wall and pressing your chest into his. Melitele, it’s sad how wanton you’re acting, begging to be touched in a place where anyone could walk past the two of you. Quiet is needed, discretion to keep prying eyes away, but you don’t care who hears you as long as he stops playing these games and does what you both want him to do.  

“Me or-"  

“Gods above Jaskier, please. Please, Jaskier.”  

He smirks at that, and you force yourself forward to slam your mouth against his. The vibration against your lips lets you know he has more to say; always has more to say, is never silent. Normally, his voice is something you revel in; how it manages to make even the most mundane thing sound melodic, but if kissing him will keep him from talking more about the man inside then you can deal with him not speaking. Thankfully, though, he ceases his circling to instead push what feels like two fingers into you and your eyes water at the sudden movement. It’s not the first time he’s done this but it is the first time he’s done it with such intensity, thrusting his fingers with such force you're almost afraid it might bruise your cunt, the worry is short lived when the pleasure of it hits you all at once. He’s good with his hands, you’re reminded when you notice the neck of his lute bobbing with each movement of his arm. Musicians’ fingers, calloused from the fruits of his art and not labour, play you like he plays his lute and you bite down on your bottom lip to keep from making a sound, just to spite him. He loves it when you make noise, said once that it makes him sure that he's actually pleasing you, and it’s normally a sign that you two can afford the privacy to be so- there is no privacy here, in an alley outside of a busy tavern where one loud moan could alert anyone of what the two of you were doing. It’s embarrassing how much the proximity makes you want to moan, and almost definitely why he's doing this here. Wants everyone inside, but mostly the blond man, to know how little it takes for you to fall apart for him. That travelling partner definitely isn’t the right term for what he is to you, even if you don’t know what the right words to describe him are.  

“Come now, Little Miss.” He coos quietly, fingers on the hand not currently working you into a stupor tracing the visible edges of your teeth. “Sing for me.” His face shifts to your neck and presses a soft kiss to it, before nipping at it, nipping turning to biting and sucking as soon as it had started. His fingers gather more momentum when a third breeches into you and then crooks into a spot that has you seeing stars. A noise that verges on a scream, masked by a sudden burst of loud music and cheering within the pub, escapes you which makes Jaskier grin and peck your lips before retracting his fingers all together.  

“Jaskier-" You hiss, eyes narrowed to slits, but stop when he drags your hand to his trousers and places it on top of his cock. The dark had done enough to conceal it from you, but with it beneath your hand you can feel it, hard and throbbing beneath the fancy fabric. It’s good to know that, jealousy aside, he isn’t angry enough to not want you. Dark lashes brush against his cheekbones and his head slumps to the wall beside your head as soon as you touch him, letting out a wanton little moan. “Oh Jask.” Your voice turns tender and your grip on his member tightens as much as it can through his pants and you work it up and down the shaft, feeling how it twitches with every movement of your wrist. The first time this had ever happened, both of you drunk on ale that tasted like piss and hidden away in some cupboard in an inn, he had chuckled at how gentle your touch had been, going so far as to grab your wrist to guide your movements into something more pleasurable: but now he chokes out a moan of something that sounds like your name, hips stuttering in staccato thrusts to chase your hand. You drop your grip of him after a pump or two more, turning your head to press a gentle kiss to the exposed underside of his jaw. It’s little by means of an apology, but you see his lips turn up in a smile while he heaves out a sigh, hands sliding down to his trousers and unlacing them at a speed that reminds you of his strumming.  

“Part your legs.” It’s spoken like a request, but you know it’s a demand and even if it wasn't, there was no way you could deny him. With an awkward sort of shuffle, you push your undergarments down to step out of them best that you can before leaning back against the wall and letting your legs part. The skirts still cover you, but you feel so exposed like this. In the near pitch, you can hardly make out anything save for how his arms move to shove his trousers down. Darkness hides too much, you think, as you can’t even make out how his member even looks in this light, but Melitele you feel it against your thigh when he steps closer to you. A cold hand slides your skirt up once more and Jaskier steps between your legs, holding onto your thigh and guiding it onto his hip.  

“Can I-"

“Fuck me, Jaskier, or I shall scream.”  

The moan that escapes your lips is louder than you would like, but he chuckles and it’s enough to make your heart swell: lips landing on your and moving gently against them as he thrusts into you. He's big, big enough to make your cunt feel full to bursting point each time he enters you, and you can’t help but make noises when he does.  

“There we go, Darling.” He murmurs against your mouth, making you wonder how he can string together a coherent sentence in moments like this. “Gods, you’re so tight.”  

Thrusts grow faster and with each movement your moans grow louder even against his lips, you can feel them curl around yours. He tugs back from you after a little while and rests his forehead against the wall, breathing heavily.  

“You’re so good to me, Little Miss.” He breathes, grip turning to iron on your thigh. “You’re... perfect. My Little Miss.” He speaks so much that his words feel so much more natural than silence, more natural than anything in the world; bird songs, trickling streams, Jaskier’s words. “You’re beautiful, and he wants you... everyone wants you. I can’t lose you...”

“...You know I want you, don’t you?” You ask, voice cracking. The noise that he makes is somewhere between a moan and a sob, breathing shakily against the skin of your throat. “I can't imagine being without you, Dandelion. You... You have no need to be jealous of some stranger who tries to kiss me.” He whimpers, hips stuttering. He's close, far closer than you, but in this moment, you don't care at all. This isn’t about you. This is about him, and letting him know how much you care. Care in such a way that words alone will never be able to express.  

“You want me now.” He sighs, thrusts slowing and hand moving to rub your clit once more. “I know that. But you'll change your mind, Little Miss. Everyone does. I ought to savour the time we have...” He thrusts hard at the word savour, and you see white as his cock head hits that spot deep within that makes you weak. “But I know you’ll soon change your mind.”  

Oh. That, that was not what you anticipated at all- you had expected some sort of talk about how he wants you too, but this self-depreciation is new. Jaskier is always so confident and this is alien to you. There isn’t a time you know when he isn’t self-aggrandizing, preening and strutting like some fancy song bird, all too aware of how wonderful he is.  

“I'll always want you.” You whisper and his head rises from the wall once more and instead rests his forehead against yours. “You. Just you. Wonderful, amazing you.” You mean it too. He'll probably believe it to be drunken ramblings come morning, but you mean every word. You love him, love him, love him.  

You love him. Have for far too long, really, far longer than is right to go without saying. It’s impossible not to love him, he’s a breath of fresh air, a beacon of light in a doublet, a lullaby you didn’t know you had forgotten, nostalgia for a life you've never known before. Jaskier. Wonderful, foolish Jaskier, who sings away each day and talks to you like he cannot imagine speaking to another soul, and does his best to stitch up your wounds while chiding you about how you worry him so. Jaskier, who has carried you on his back when he thinks you're limping behind, and sleeps with his arms wound around you and head burrowed between your shoulder blades. You love Jaskier. The thought overwhelms you, and you have to bite back the words to keep them from coming out. You seek his lips out once more, kissing him chastely.  

“I'll always want you too, Little Miss.” He admits, he thrusts hard into that spot and presses on your clit and your vision blurs as you moan so loudly your voice cracks, pleasure overtaking you and ensuring you can’t feel anything but pleasure and the rush of his seed flooding into you.  

“I mean it, you know.” You say when the world settles once more, Jaskier pulling himself free of you and tucking himself back into his trousers. “About wanting you, I mean.” I mean it. I shall want you till the day I die, till each star burns out and the nights no longer follow the day, till spring doesn’t come. I want every part, every facet and secret, every regret and mistake and treasured memory- and to make a million more. I want to show you each scar and hear every song. I love you. I have never loved anyone as I love you, I will never again love as I have loved you. You make a poet out of me, steal my senses, my very soul; and I want you to keep them until the day you are no longer mine to keep, and then keep them a thousand days beyond so I cannot feel your absence. I love you. I want you.

“You mean it now, Little Miss.” He says simply, hand taking yours. “Now is enough.” He continues and squeezes your hand.  

Now is enough, you think, but forever is all you want.  

#jaskier x reader #jaskier imagine #jaskier smut #jaskier x y/n #jaskier x you

[btsandvmin]

What made you like Jimin individually and Taehyung individually ? And do you have a slight preference between the two ?

I love all the members so much, and for me picking a bias is still kind of difficult. I have concluded that I do bias both Jimin and Tae but kind of switch between them at different times for different reasons. As for a bias wrecker I legit cannot choose and it changes all the time.

The way I got into BTS was through the BST MV and then trying to learn the members (the first one I learned and checked up on was Namjoon). I also got fascinated by the BU storyline as storytelling and analysis/reviews is a big hobby of mine (the fandoms I’ve been in are many, and character/story analyses/reviews/theories are something I have engaged in a lot). 

On top of that I work in the media industry and have an interest for visual storytelling as well and I got hooked by the concepts, the beautiful MV and the both story-based and symbolical clues they left. I also loved their music and like groups in general because of the interesting vocal dynamics you can create.  Basically, BTS managed to hit all my buttons and I had to look up more.

Mind you, I barely knew the members' names properly and I was already investigating the meaning of their MV and storyline. I listened to their album and loved the songs before I could tell which member was who. (Both Awake and First love made me cry without even knowing the lyrics).  I also have to mention how much I love both of Vmin’s voices, who are both very unique and interesting. I basically biased their voices before I knew who they were. (Fun or sad fact but I am really bad with faces and actually learned the members' singing voices before their faces.)

Let’s just say that I got into the music and visuals/concept first, and then started to consume material to get to know the members. They all also had incredible chemistry between each other and reminded me a lot of one of my favorite j-pop groups with their dynamics. 

What I started to watch was “get to know them” videos and recent interviews and clips, meaning from BST era. It was hard for me to not notice Jimin (even though vocal line were the ones I had the hardest time separating from each other in the very beginning). And perhaps even more so since the introduction videos tended to have a lot better and varied things to say about Jimin amongst vocal line. But even on his own Jimin simply stood out to me during the BST era when I joined. He took a lot of space in the group as a performer (especially with his high notes, his dancing, his hair and his outfits all combined) but also as an individual in off stage material. I fell for his voice and performance and the “Jimin effect” was hitting me hard. 

I also related to him a lot. I am a sort of clingy but shy person who is a perfectionist and likes being in control. I also thought he was both cute and funny without being too over the top with things like aegyo (I mean, we all know he is horrible at it when he tries to do it on purpose). I think the way Jimin is so open (though private) makes him easy to understand and relate to. He has a lot of different moods and there is an honesty in how much he shows us even though he clearly still remained in control.

As time went by, I found myself focusing on Jimin more than the other members and I realized my bias. I was simply drawn to him more than the others from the start. That in turn brings me to Taehyung... Because honestly, at the time it was impossible not to notice their closeness. And looking up a lot of old material, where Jimin was there was also Taehyung. They were very clingy and had a lot of cute interactions. One of the first things I watched of their more off-stage material was also Bon Voyage in Scandinavia (being from there myself I was extra curious) and the Vmin moments in there just cemented their bond for me.

I am not saying I only appreciate Tae for ship reasons, simply that Vmin got my attention early on and that did make me focus more on Taehyung as well. I thought as many that he was a bit odd, but very funny and playful, that he was incredibly good-looking (my opinion from the start was that JK and Tae were the most good-looking) but also a bit difficult to read. Taehyung made me want to understand him, and I was interested in him for quite different reasons than how I related to Jimin. I love him for his way of thinking and how he seems to have this innocence or happiness in the small things about him. Like, Tae getting lost in Sweden but still being happy about the small adventure, enjoying himself and stopping to blow on a dandelion might just be one of the most endearing things I have ever seen. (Honestly, another point I relate to Jimin on so much is his love for Tae and how he just makes us smile no matter what he does.)

Of course, as they change and as I get to watch them more, the more I find to love and appreciate (as well as flaws of course) and now I would say all the members are just very precious to me and I love them both for who they are on their own and for their bond as a group. It is impressive and not to be understated how rare it is to find a bond like theirs. I have seen many groups, and few are as compatible as BTS, and few seem to truly love each other the way they do.

But as for bias it will likely always be Jimin and Taehyung unless there is some drastic change.

For Jimin I love the way he dances while controlling every fiber of his body, the way he pours love into all his relationships but isn’t afraid to call people out, the way he keeps getting funnier (I think Jimin’s sense of humor is so underrated), the way he acts like an angel but actually has the whole world fooled (and he knows it), the way he shows his emotions so animatedly no matter if he gets annoyed or laughs with his whole body, the way he knows his principles and stands his ground when he believes in something, the way he works so hard to improve and better himself both as a performer and as a human, the way he thinks about things deeply and is so eloquent with how to express it, the way he is there for both ARMY, his members and even strangers because he is empathic to his core. There is a lot to love with Jimin, and he always makes sure to return that love when deserved.

For Taehyung I love the way he stand against the norms, the way he shows it’s ok to be different and embrace himself and others without judgement, the way he almost plays with us when he performs, the way he sings with such emotion and how he loves to express himself through all kinds of art forms, the way he learns and take in valid criticism but isn’t afraid to call bullshit, the way he knows when to be serious but also the importance of having fun, the way he is both the biggest dork and a fierce performer at once (I mean he can be so unapologetically silly and then suddenly switch to lethal seduction), the way his unique way of thinking opens up to new points of view, the way he can’t help but show his excitement or love for something and wants to share it with the people around him. He goes all out when he loves something and doesn’t hide his opinions when he doesn’t. Taehyung is just a very honest (though perfectly capable of lying and fooling us thank you very much) and incredible person that I both admire and adore.

There is just so much, and even small things get to me, like don’t get me started on their smiles, or even just their habits when they laugh... (how Tae usually laughs quietly but once in a while will let out these light giggles, or the way Jimin seem to automatically covers his face when he laughs).

I love them both to death (as all the members). It is not easy to just sit down and pour years of love into words, but I tried. I love them both as singers, performers, artists, and humans. I also love them as soulmates and how much they both just spread love and positivity to the people around them. The impact they have had on me, and surely many of you, is hard to comprehend. I am so lucky and happy that I decided to become a fan of this wonderful group and these wonderful people.

Phew, that was a lot wasn’t it? All opinion based, probably a bit hard to understand and not very well structured either. This is all just a flow of consciousness, and I likely forgot to mention a lot of things I could have said. Even so I hope you found it a nice read. :) Thank you for the ask.

#taehyung #jimin #vmin #kim taehyung #park jimin #my story #vmin appriciation #my post #btsandvmin ask #btsandvmin answer #btsandvmin #vmin blood sweat and tears #bts

[fidothefinch]

he will tear you with his tongue

For Dick & Dami Week 2021, day 1: "Did you really mean that?"

Dick didn’t think. The goon was adjusting his grip on Damian’s knife, aiming the blade down his neck. The man wanted revenge, and on such short notice Dick only saw one option.

Pretend he didn’t care.

(Full fic under the cut, or read on Ao3)

Dick tapped the glass of his window casually, watching the familiar buildings of Gotham speed past his view.

“TT.”

Dick angled his body toward Damian. The kid was staring resolutely at the back of the seat in front of him, obviously still pouting over losing this particular argument before they had left the penthouse. “It’s just a few hours.”

“Hours I could have spent training. Or studying. Or watching paint dry.”

Dick fought back the quirk of his lips, knowing it would only send Damian into a darker mood. “Was that a joke?”

“I assure you, it was not.” Damian glowered.

“Think of it as training,” Dick offered. “Undercover work. We have to keep up appearances, so people don’t suspect us.”

“TT.” Damian shifted in his seat uncomfortably. His hands fisted the material of the opposite sleeves.

“Be careful not to crease your suit, Master Damian,” Alfred piped in from the front, the first words he had spoken since they had embarked on their journey into the city. “I will not have time to correct it before they begin filming.”

Damian released his sleeves like he had burned them, his fingers almost imperceptibly smoothing out the small wrinkles that had formed. He still sat with his back ramrod straight, but that was nothing uncommon for the uptight kid.

Still.

“Is there something you’re worried about?” Dick asked. “It should be perfectly safe—”

“I am not worried,” Damian growled. “I am annoyed that I am being forced to waste my time being interviewed on daytime television.”

“The morning news isn’t—”

“And I am not looking forward to putting on an act of stupidity like the rest of you.”

Okay, so that stung a little. Dick bit his tongue to control his instinctual comeback. Instead he analyzed what lay underneath the statement. “So you’re afraid you’ll look stupid.”

“It would be impossible not to, with you.”

Alfred let a sharp “Master Damian,” ring across the car, and to the butler’s credit, Damian’s face twitched.

“You cannot deny it,” Damian pressed. “I am doomed to adopt the act that my predecessors have started, and I must accept the fact I will be nakedly mocked on live television and in the drivel that they call news for the rest of the year.”

“Hey,” Dick said, trying to get his attention. When Damian looked up, there was a flicker of emotion behind his eyes before he blocked it off again. They were still working on that. “Who cares what the gossip says? The people that matter know who you really are.”

For a second, Dick thought the words may sink in, that Damian would answer like a normal human with empathy. “Is that what father told you before he kicked you out?”

“Damian—”

“Master Richard.”

Something in the butler’s voice immediately caught both of their attention.

“What’s wrong?” Dick asked, leaning forward to look over the dashboard. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with the vehicle.

“It appears that we are being followed.”

Even as Alfred said it, Dick’s eyes caught on a set of headlights in the rearview mirror, tailing a little too closely to be comfortable. A matching black van followed them on their left, and when Dick looked forward, there was another one—no license plate— several cars ahead and to their right. “More like we’re being herded,” he muttered.

“I told you we should have brought our weapons,” Damian said. “I could kill the driver behind us within—”

“We’re not killing anybody.” The phrase had grown so familiar he didn’t even blink at it. “I’ll go ahead and call the police. Alfred, try to stay on the busier streets. They won’t try anything where there are so many witnesses.” At least, he hoped they wouldn’t. It really depended on who was in the vans.

Alfred nodded, changed his turn signal, and merged seamlessly into the middle lane.

The van behind them nosed in immediately after, cutting off the driver who had let them over.

Dick dug through his pockets until he found his phone and got to work dialing the police. But the device flew from his hands when, a moment later, the car lurched.

“They hit us,” Alfred explained. “I do not believe they are trying to be subtle, anymore.”

Clearly, whoever it was, they weren’t afraid of making a scene. Time to change tactics. “Think you can shake them?”

“I will try. Please buckle your seatbelt.”

Dick nodded, ducking to retrieve his phone before scrambling back into his seat. The screen was cracked from the force with which he had dropped it.

“Master Damian, you must wear your seatbelt, too.”

Dick shifted his attention away from his broken (non-functioning) phone to see Damian, kneeling backwards on the bench to glare out the rear windshield. “Damian, sit down.”

“I am sitting,” the kid replied, his eyes never leaving the van behind them. “The man has a prison tattoo on his left bicep and a shamrock tattoo on his neck. Are you familiar with him?”

“Turn around and put your ass. . . actually.” Dick twisted in his seat to get a look. (And released his seatbelt so he could look more clearly.) “Yeah, that’s Korban Branthwaite. He was part of a crew responsible for a string of bank robberies a while ago. He just got out on parole last month.”

“I could easily leap from our vehicle to his and demand an explanation.”

“You’re not doing that. I’m not letting you do that. Seriously, Damian. Put your seatbelt on before—” Dick’s next words were cut off by Alfred’s shout. He had just enough time to grab Damian before the van barreling toward them slammed into the side of their car.

Dick pulled Damian in close to his body, twisting around the smaller boy to protect him from the worse of the impact as the world around them erupted into chaos. The windows shattered inward, the door crumpling in like a crushed tin can. Their vehicle screeched and whined, snapping side to side hard enough to give Dick whiplash as the wheels fought to regain traction. The view outside spun across the windows, road-cars-trees-dirt blurring into an incomprehensible mess.

Dick shut his eyes and held on tighter, his stomach swooping like it did on the trapeze.

After what felt like an eternity, the motion stopped.

He waited until he was sure, until the rocking of the car stilled and the only noise was of the traffic passing outside. Only then did Dick loosen his fingers, let his eyes stray down to the quiet face tucked under his chin. “Are you okay?” he asked, the slight waver inn his voice giving away his worry.

“Tt.” Damian pushed against Dick’s chest, propelling himself backward. “I am fine.”

Uh-huh.

Dick looked him over and was relieved to find nothing worse than a few scratches and bruises from the broken glass. Damian had already shifted his attention outside, where the van that had hit them rested several yards away. He smacked Dick’s hand away when he tried to brush broken glass out of his hair. “I do not believe they were trying to kill us.”

Dick pressed his lips together. “No.” Then, panic hit him with more clarity. “Alfred!”

“I am alright, Master Richard.”

Dick pushed to the front seat, knowing that he lived with a family of liars who would prefer to bleed out than admit they had an injury. Alfred was pinned back by his seatbelt, and a quick scan revealed a bleeding nose and broken arm. “We’ll get Leslie to set that,” Dick promised him.

“They’re coming,” Damian said, voice serious.

“Who?”

“Your thieves.”

Dick stooped to look out the windshield, and, sure enough, another of the black vans had pulled up, blocking their view of the road beyond. Four men trotted down the small incline toward their car. “Shit.”

“You are sure we cannot kill them?”

Dick didn’t get the chance to respond. The men reached their car and forced the good doors open hard enough to shake it again.

“Get out,” one of the men barked. He was a big guy, with a handlebar mustache and a matching shamrock tattoo, but on his arm.

“No,” Damian sneered.

Two of the men flanking the big one pulled out guns. Dick reacted on instinct, backing up and spreading his arms to block their view of Damian. He couldn’t let the kid get shot.

“I won’t tell you again,” the man threatened.

“Look, I’ll come.” Dick held up his hands non-threateningly. “Leave the kid here. He doesn’t know anything.”

The man looked him up and down with a predatory gaze that made Dick shiver. Finally, he gave a curt nod. “Grab him.”

The two men flanking him lowered their weapons in favor of reaching inside, grabbing each of Dick’s arms and hauling him out. When Dick’s feet found the grass, they wasted no time fastening zipties around his wrists and a blindfold over his eyes.

Dick breathed deeply to control his fear reaction as they shoved him blindly forward.

“Let go of me!”

“Damian?” Dick dug his heels in, stopping their progress. “You said—”

“Shut up before I decide to bring the old man, too.”

Dick pressed his tongue into the roof of his mouth as hard as he could. Alfred needed to be looked at by a medical professional; it would do him no good being dragged into this. But Damian was untested, as far as civilian kidnappings went.

If this was a kidnapping.

They frog-marched Dick to what he assumed was the van before tossing him inside. He landed hard on his stomach, his face rubbing against rough, crusty carpet. The smell of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and stale sweat assaulted his nose.

“Where are you taking us?” he asked.

A warm, bony body landed on top of his, letting out a muffled snarl of displeasure. So they had gagged Damian. That was probably a good thing.

“That’s none of your concern,” the lead man replied.

The van rocked as the rest of the men filed in. Doors rolled shut around them, the engine rumbled to life, and the car swayed as it pulled back up onto the road.

“Search his pockets.”

“Wait.” Before hands could begin roaming all over his body (a thought that made his skin crawl), Dick offered, “My wallet’s in the left breast pocket of my jacket.”

A big hand slipped into his jacket and retrieved it easily.

“Phone?”

Dick internally cringed, already knowing where this was going. “I don’t have it.”

“Search him.”

Dick couldn’t see the touches coming; he couldn’t help but flinch away from each brush of contact. “I don’t have it. I lost it in the wreck.”

There was a muffled growl from next to him. God, they were searching Damian, too.

“Found one on the kid.”

“Give it to me,” the leader commanded. A moment later, “Give me his thumb. I need access.”

The smaller body next to Dick suddenly jolted away. The movement was accompanied by deep gasps and shuffling feet.

“Fuck. The kid has a knife!”

If it were any other situation, Dick would roll his eyes. As it was, he silently thanked the heavens that Damian had managed not to lethally stab anybody yet. He reached around blindly, trying to find him.

“Well, take it away from him!”

“You do it!”

A growl. “Pathetic. You’re scared of a little boy.”

A muffled yelp.

“No! Wait!” Unable to find his brother, Dick scooted toward the sound of something dragging across the carpet. “Stop!”

He finally reached Damian’s side, only for a white-hot slash of pain to slice down his arm. He couldn’t help his grunt in reaction.

The sound of the knife falling to the floor was muffled by the carpet, but unmistakable. Dick couldn’t see, but he was positive that it was immediately retrieved by one of the goons.

Sure enough, the leader laughed, somewhere above Dick’s head. “Did daddy teach the little brat some self-defense?”

“Leave him alone,” Dick growled. He found Damian’s shirt and clung to it.

“Oh?” Hot breath fanned across Dick’s face, much too close to be comfortable. “Feeling a little. . .  protective?”

Dick’s heart jumped in his chest.

Something in his face must have showed it, because the goons around him laughed. “We must have gotten the right one, then. Norman will be pleased.”

“Who’s that?” Dick asked. “Listen, I can get you money—”

“That’s not why we’re here,” the leader said.

“Then what do you want?”

The leader’s mouth curled into a cruel grin. “You’ll see.”

A rag was closed over his lower face, the sharp stench of chloroform following. Dick thrashed his head, but between the blindfold and his bound hands he had no (reasonable) defense.

Between one breath and the next, he fell asleep.

-

“Take off his blindfold.”

Dick blinked, more for the release of pressure on his eyes than for the light, which was dim inside the small, windowless room. He was still groggy, his head pounded from the last dredges of chloroform, and his shoulders already ached from behind tied around the back of his chair, but his attention was immediately caught by his surroundings.

Four men stared down at him threateningly. One of them had his arms wrapped around Damian, who was also tied to a chair, still blindfolded and gagged.

More threatening was the knife poised over Damian’s face.

Dick’s heart hammered at the sight. “I won’t fight you. You don’t have to hurt him.”

“Ah, but we do,” called a new voice, from behind.

Dick tried to twist, but he had to wait until the man chose to step into his sightline. He had dark hair and a rat-like face: small eyes, yellow teeth, and a sparse moustache. The smirk he gave Dick held a mix of resentment and triumphant possessiveness.

“I’ve got money,” Dick tried, even remembering how the offer had gone last time. “I just need to make a phone call.”

The man clicked his tongue and shook his head. “That will not work. You see,” he offered, removing his tobacco-stained fingers from his pockets. “This has been a long-time coming. I could get money, but you’re rich, so what would that really teach you?”

This was personal. This was bad.

The man took a step forward, leaning into Dick’s personal space. “I could get sex.” Dick flinched. “But I bet you would enjoy that.”

A sick feeling rose in Dick’s stomach at the insinuation.

“I want to give you a pain that will last,” the man finished, eyes trailing over to Damian.

The goon that was holding his brother down had moved his arm around Damian’s neck, forcing his chin up and back. It would take almost nothing to break his neck.

Dick forced himself to shove aside his panic and think. This was personal; the man wanted to cause pain. He needed to keep the man’s attention off Damian until help could arrive. “Who are you?” Dick asked.

The rat-faced man turned to him with bared teeth. “My name is Norman Darth, and you’re the reason my wife left me.”

Dick blinked a few times, stalling while he racked his brain for why the name was familiar. Norman’s face grew darker as he waited for some kind of reaction. It was that look that reminded Dick where he had seen him before: caught for embezzling charity money, back during Dick’s BPD days.

“I’m sorry to hear about your wife,” he said, trying to sound sincere but firm. “You don’t have to do this.”

Norman sneered. “You don’t get it! I loved her!” He snapped his fingers, and the goons around him straightened their posture. “It’s your fault I lost the person I loved. Now it’s going to be my fault you lose yours.”

Dick didn’t think. The goon was adjusting his grip on Damian’s knife, aiming the blade down his neck. The man wanted revenge, and on such short notice Dick only saw one option.

Pretend he didn’t care.

“So, what? You’re going to threaten me with him?”

The goon frowned, and the knife pressed in, just enough to draw a drop of blood. “Don’t test me,” he warned.

“Shut up,” Norman barked. “Just kill him. Make it slow.”

Dick laughed. Damian startled at the sound, and it made it nearly impossible for Dick to keep the tremble out of his own voice. “Go ahead, do your worst. See if I care.”

The goon’s hand hesitated, not pushing any deeper into Damian’s neck. After a moment, Norman held up a hand to call him off. “You’re bluffing,” he said, almost phrasing it like a question.

Bingo.

Dick scoffed. “That would be stupid.”

“He cared about him in the van,” the big man, the one Dick had thought had been the leader, said. “Got real protective.”

Norman pursed his lips, considering Dick coldly. “Cut him,” he said, instead. “Nowhere lethal, yet.”

The man holding Damian dropped the blade to Damian’s bound arm and pierced Damian’s jacket and shirt. Norman didn’t even look back, instead raising an eyebrow at Dick’s non-reaction to the knife running down Damian’s arm like it were warm butter. Not too deep, but deep enough it definitely hurt. Maybe even deep enough to scar.

Damian managed not to make a sound, a fact that didn’t comfort Dick. What he could see of the kid’s face and body was clenched tight, trying to stay still so as not to disturb the weapon trailing along his body.

“Threatening him won’t get you what you want,” Dick promised. He didn’t know how he kept his tone so even. “He’s not worth that much.”

The man suddenly twisted the blade, opening the wound in Damian’s upper arm further. Damian yelped this time, the sound muffled by the duct tape over his mouth.

Dick managed not to flinch.

“Damn, you really don’t care about him, do you?” One of the other goons in the room asked. “Is that what money does to you?”

“He’s not my kid,” Dick said, shrugging. The words already tasted bitter in his mouth. “I’m just stuck with him.”

Damian sucked in a sharp breath. It had nothing to do with the man removing the knife and everything to do with Dick’s words.

Dick had to look away. “I only watch him because Bruce asked me to.”

A pregnant pause followed the words.

“I don’t believe you,” Norman said. He was not convincing.

Dick made eye contact, pointedly ignoring the small hands, clenched into tight fists across from him. “If I knew where his mom was,” he said, feeling his chest tighten at the words, “I’d send him back.”

Norman studied his face, his expression a deep frown of disgust. “You’re a terrible father,” he spat.

“I’m not—” Dick started, ready to continue the ruse for as long as it took to keep the attention off Damian. But he was cut off when the wall next to them fell away, nearly crushing two of the goons underneath.

Spoiler stepped through the door. “Sorry we’re late. Traffic was terrible.”

Black Bat followed her into the room, her silence speaking for itself.

-

Damian was suspiciously quiet for the entire ride back to the Cave. Dick tried to get him to let him take a look at his arm, which was still bleeding under the field dressings that Cass had applied, but Damian had brushed away his attempts with a curt “Pennyworth will take care of it.”

Okay, so the kid was being a little more moody than usual. Understandable, since he had spent the last several hours immobile, blind, and silenced. Dick didn’t push it.

But when the behavior continued into the next day, and then the day following that, he grew worried. Damian was avoiding him, for some reason. He spent his time tucked away in his own room, and he didn’t engage in conversation over dinner. Damian had always been. . . prickly, but Dick had thought they were making progress. This was something new.

They needed to talk.

Dick finally got his chance when he found Damian on the manor’s lawns, walking Titus. Dick fell into step eagerly. “Hey, Damian.”

“Tt.” Damian didn’t even look over at him. He didn’t actively try to get away, though, either, and Dick took that as an invitation.

“Nice weather, huh?”

“It is raining.”

“I know.” Dick brushed his wet hair back. “It’s nice.”

“Tt.”

They walked in silence for several minutes, and it drove Dick crazy that he couldn’t read whether it was companionable or awkward. When Titus found a spot to squat, Dick seized the opportunity. “I think we need to talk.”

“Were we not talking earlier?”

“No, something’s up.” Dick studied Damian’s impassive face. “Is something bothering you?”

“No,” was Damian’s immediate reply. But Dick had learned Damian’s tells, and he caught the way the boy’s hands flexed.

“Are you sure?” Dick prompted, gently. “You can tell me if something’s wrong. I won’t be mad.”

Damian stared at the ground, letting the hood of his rain jacket obscure his expression for him. “You do not have to pretend with me, any longer,” he declared.

Dick bit his tongue, tasting the words. “Pretend?”

“I am here only for training,” Damian continued. “You are not obligated to be involved in my life otherwise.”

“Obligated?” Dick asked, confused. “What are you talking about?”

Damian finally looked up at him, and he wore a stony expression. “You confessed your feelings towards me to Darth,” he said. “Did you really mean that?”

All of the blood fell out of Dick’s face. He felt nauseous again, like he had been freshly chloroformed. “No.”

Damian looked away again, his shoulders tight. “Okay.”

“No, Damian.” Dick grabbed his shoulders to spin him around. “I know we don’t always get along, but I care about you.”

To his surprise, Damian’s eyes were shining. “You would not send me back to mother, if you had the chance?”

Dick pulled Damian in for a hug, holding him tight and tucking head under his chin. “Never,” he said, squeezing harder in hopes it would press the words into Damian’s psyche. “You’re too important to me.”

Damian didn’t pull away.

In fact, Damian leaned into the hug, maybe for the first time ever.

“I love you,” Dick repeated.

“Tt.”

Dick smiled, understanding what went unsaid.

#dick&damiweek2021 #dick & damian #batfam #dick grayson #damian wayne #fido writes

[megumis-lashes]

Hi!!! Ur ac is so cute, can I request a Megumi fic where he’s comforting reader after she deals with a curse? From the prompt“Just keep moving. That’s all you can do” maybe a lil angsty too idk 😳

It’ll be alright... It has to be...

Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

An: Hii! Thanks for requesting! Sorry that I’m just getting to this now but hopefully you enjoy it nonetheless!! For future reference I would appreciate it if requestors included the POV/writing style they want! It helps me a lot ^^ Please feel free to give me feedback as well! Also apologies in advance I got a little carried away with angst 🥲 Also happy birthday to Megumi!! 🥳

✨Contains✨ : angst (sorry I got carried away lol), fluffy moments at the end to compensate for the amount of angst 🥲, female reader, roommate Megumi, hurt/comfort scenario, mentions of death, slight mentions of injury/attack, traumatic events happed to mc, crying, and lots of crying

Word count: 1.2k ^^

1:47 AM

Megumi shuffled in bed. Despite his best efforts at sleeping, he simply couldn’t. He was awoken by the sound of tears from what seemed to be just outside of his door. The tears would’ve remained utterly silent if it weren’t for the choked sobs that accompanied them.

The boy reached over to turn on his bedside light, his eyes wincing at the bright and sudden contrast to the darkness that had previously enveloped his room. He furrowed his brows in confusion. Was someone home? We’re they crying? Or was he just imagining this situation due to being delirious from lack of sleep? Then he realized, (Y/N) must’ve arrived home really late. But why was she crying?

(Y/N) was Megumi’s roommate and close friend as they had known each other for many years. They both attended the same school, used similar curse techniques and handled emotions and such quite similarly. This is why Megumi found it easy to open up to her. She had a warm personality but simultaneously remained distanced and grounded. Despite this bold facade she put on, emotional buildups could only go so long without cracking.

(Y/N) was assigned a mission earlier that night. Despite Megumi’s insistence to help her in her battle, she refused, almost as if she had something to prove to herself by finishing the mission alone. Anything assigned by Gojo was never a ‘walk in the park’. They both knew ahead of time how dangerous the mission would be. She would be required to clear out or even destroy if necessary, a large building in a local business district. Said district was typically teeming with strong curses but due to the uproar in negative emotions, the curses had grown much stronger. Hearing her sob from a distance made guilt swell in Megumi’s chest. He should have accompanied her.

(Y/N)’s POV

I sat on the corner of my bed, my head in my hands as a cried. I tried my best to keep quiet but I couldn’t. I wanted to scream. The images I had seen today would never leave me. My dreams would definitely be turned to nightmares for the next few months.

I underestimated the curses and withheld too much pride in my own abilities. A foolish mistake. I should’ve been more careful but I can’t bring back the dead now can I? I shook my head, burying my face deeper into the comfort of my hands, now dripping with tears. I rarely let myself cry like this, and as much of a relief as it was to finally crack, I seemed to forget the searing pain that came along with it.

I was a failure.

My head shot up from its lowered position and I searched my doorway for whatever had caused a low creaking sound to circle my room. Standing in the doorway was a dark figure, easily recognizable as Megumi. It was clear that he had just got up as he was dressed in baggy sweats and his hair was messily ruffled. On any other day I probably would’ve gushed over his appearance. I was in no mood to do so now. I must’ve been too loud with my tears and had awoken him. I’m such a fool.

“What’s wrong?” He questioned simply, blinking heavily as to push away his exhaustion. I began to violently rub the tears from my eyes. I knew it was useless to try to hide it now but I didn’t want to bother him anymore. “Oh ahh it’s nothing! No worries I just.. uh.. kicked my bed in my sleep and it really hurt. Sorry to wake you...” I rambled. I knew he would’nt believe me but it was worth a try. I didn’t want to become even more of a burden.

Megumi stood in my doorway in silence, gazing at what I suspected to be my rather unsightly appearance. I glanced to the side out of embarrassment but quickly righted my head as I heard him approach. Wordlessly, the ravenette walked to my bed and sat down beside me, gently pulling my head into his warm chest.

“Now (Y/N), tell me what’s really wrong... if you’re willing..” he mumbled as he rubbed the back of my head in comfort. I sniffled, finally giving in and letting the tears cascade down my cheeks.

“I... I shouldn’t have taken that mission alone... m-maybe then I would’nt have so much blood on my hands...” I cried, burying my head further into his sweater, soaking it with my tears. “The curses.. there were too many! And they were so-so strong! I didn’t know what to do...” Megumi continued to hold me, gently patting my back and pushing my hair from my face. I continued. “The best plan I could come up with was to set traps in the building and then destroy its base. That way the curses would either be trapped or destroyed in the collapse, giving me enough time to get help. I was w-wrong... I was so so wrong.” I choked on my words, tears burning as they slipped down my cheeks and towards my mouth, the salty tang of sadness stung my throat.

“It’s alright.... you don’t have to tell me anymore if you don’t want to...” Megumi mumbled into my hair, still embracing me. I coughed and then tried to breath a bit. The next part of the memory was by far the worst. I had to get it out of me

“The building fell... everything was seeming to go as I planned. I was prideful, far too comfortable with my own abilities... What I failed to realize is that there were a handful of people still near the building. I thought I had gotten everyone to vacate the area.... apparently some people had snuck back in.” I paused, letting out a small sob. “Two people were crushed and killed upon impact, four were caught underneath the carnage and one young boy was injured. I tried my best to save them... I really did but... nothing I did was enough. Two of the citizens died shortly after being caught in the fall, the remaining two were killed by a curse, a low level one I had managed to miss all together. It was terrible. The only thing I could manage to do was to kill the curse and run, the young boy clutched between my arms, the arms stained with the blood of innocents...” I exhaled deeply, letting out a shaky sigh that morphed into a sob. Megumi was still holding me tightly, gazing at me through his deep blue eyes.

“(Y/N)... it’s not your fault.. There were things you couldn’t control and despite the lives that were lost you did manage to save two lives.” He explained. “W-what do you mean? I only saved one I couldn’t do anythin-” “Shhhh... You saved that boy and you saved yourself. You give yourself so little credit. People value you (Y/N), honestly I’m not sure what I would do without you. I’m thankful you’re alive is all. I understand that this is painful for you but it won’t be the first time you have losses. This path we chose is a dangerous one. Just keep moving. That’s all you can do.” He softly smiled, reaching forward to brush the tears from my face. My eyes widened. It wasn’t often that I got to witness a semi-vulnerable Megumi. It was a moment to cherish.

He brushed my cheeks with his hands, my puffy eyes were surely a sight to withhold. “It’ll be alright...” He mumbled, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my lips. My eyes widened once again and I quickly brought my hands up to cover my face. “W-what are you doing?! You-you can’t just do that with no warnings?” I stuttered. “Oh so you did like it huh? I guess that means you return my feelings then.” He muttered, teasingly rolling his eyes. Two can play at that game. I reached up, pressing my lips against his once again. This time I surprised him although he eventually gave into it. Once we pulled apart, he glanced away, a slight blush on his face. “Aww is someone shy?” I snickered. He teased me all the time so it was only appropriate that I returned the gesture. Despite my taunts, he turned back to me and smiled once again. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he gently pulled me down with him, pulling the covers over us both.

“I’m glad to see you smiling again.”

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[cosmicjoke]

Okay, so on to chapter 3 of “No Regrets”!

I’ve got a few observations, so I’ll just delve in.

First thing, and once again, I found this a huge improvement over the visual novel, but we get more insight here into the reason Erwin was so intent on recruiting Levi.  During the scene in which he’s arguing with the other squad leaders about letting a group of “criminals” into their organization, Erwin pushes back against the other scouts deriding Levi and his friends.  I really loved Erwin’s line here, where he says “You’re right.  These people had no training.  They did not earn wings from us.  They grew their own, out of necessity.”  This shows us that Erwin has a grasp and an appreciation for the hardship Levi and his friends faced while growing up, while most of the other SC leaders and even regular recruits can only look down on them and see them as gutter trash.  This shows Erwin’s own scope of vision, his ability to look past a person’s upbringing and background and not make judgments about them based on that.  More telling still is his comment about how “those wings will play a part in revolutionizing this organization.”.  He wanted Levi’s skills in particular because he knew having someone like Levi around, with exceptional ability, would shift the way they all fight Titans.  He was, as always, looking for ways to increase the effectiveness of the SC, and was willing to do whatever he could, and through any means necessary, to ensure it.  

The next thing that caught my attention is the glare Levi and Erwin share during the trio’s introduction to the rest of the soldiers.  Erwin’s right in front of Levi, standing there, reminding him of his anger and humiliation no doubt, and I think that leads directly into and impacts the next scene, when Flagon shows them their sleeping arrangements.  Levi’s already no doubt irritated by having to see Erwin again, and then Flagon makes his frankly deeply disparaging remark about Levi and his friends having spent their whole lives living in a trash heap, implying that they’re filthy gutter trash, and so surely are incapable of keeping themselves and their environment clean.  Levi, understandably, reacts badly to this, and gets in Flagon’s face, asking him what he just said, before Furlan intervenes.  When you consider the way Erwin already made Levi feel so humiliated and Levi’s subsequent anger at it, then having to see Erwin again not long before this scene, and hearing Flagon just callously make an accusation like that must have only infuriated Levi more.  I think, once again, the manga is doing an infinitely better job of portraying the tension, then, that’s starting to form between Levi and Furlan.  Furlan scolds Levi after Flagon leaves, almost talking down to him when he says “Didn’t I tell you not to cause trouble?!”.  Almost like he’s talking to some misbehaving little kid.  Levi’s expression in the following panel says a lot, I think.  Levi looks almost chastised, like he knows he’s upset Furlan, before he tries to explain himself, asking Furlan “Didn’t you hear how he talked about us?  Like shit calling shit dirty.”.  It’s really interesting what this says about the power dynamic in their relationship.  Levi is ostensibly the leader of their group, but Furlan’s acting, in a lot of ways, like he’s the one in charge and he expects Levi to fall in line.  Clearly, he’s not afraid of scolding Levi, or challenging him.  All of Furlan’s insistence that they lay low and not do anything to draw attention to themselves must only be chaffing though at Levi’s already heated feelings about the kind of treatment they’re receiving, how they’re being talked down to, etc...  It must be galling to him, to see Furlan not seeming to care that they’re all being so deeply disrespected.  But he still continues to defer to Furlan, and agree to go along with his plan for now, though he makes his displeasure known by calling it a pain in the ass.

But seeing Erwin, and then being treated the way they were by Flagon, seems to have rekindled Levi’s desire to take his revenge, and he reminds Furlan that he’ll continue to go along with his plan, but that he’s still going to kill Erwin.  Once again, we see Levi being pulled in two different directions.  He’s giving priority to Furlan’s plans and wishes, but he’s still thinking about getting Erwin back.  He’s annoyed that they weren’t assigned to Erwin’s squad, probably because it means it’s going to limit their contact, giving him less opportunities to kill him.  Another line that I think signifies Lev’s annoyance at Furlan and how, well, dismissive he is of Levi’s own feelings, is after he tells them they have to clean the area around their beds before leaving for training, and in response to Isabel’s protests, he says “You wouldn’t want me to cause trouble, would you?”.  He’s throwing Furlan’s words back in his face here, and it seems clear to me that Levi is frustrated and doesn’t appreciate the way Furlan’s been talking to him, or how little consideration for his own wishes he’s shown.  There’s a lot of tension there.

Another really important scene is the one in the training yard, so I’ll got through it here.

Particularly when Isabel is talking to the Scout helping her with horse riding, and they get to talking about life in the Underground, and then Levi.  What Isabel says, and the visual of the panel here, is particularly powerful.  She says “It got so I thought I was gonna die.  But life’s a little better since Levi saved me from that.”.  And we see in the panel Levi lifting Isabels’ head up, obviously checking if she’s alive.  There’s all these people, collapsed around her, and the fact that Levi is checking to see if she’s alive is interesting, because it makes me think this is something Levi would regularly do.  That he would check to see if anyone was alive when he came across people collapsed in the streets.  It’s probably not unusual to come across dead bodies in the Underground, and for someone like Levi, who’s lived there all his life, he’s no doubt seen plenty.  The fact he checks Isabel shows a lack of callousness towards the sight, which is incredible, to not become uncaring or apathetic towards suffering, even when you’re surrounded by it your whole life.  It’s a highly unusual quality to have, but of course, it makes perfect sense for Levi, who’s so full of compassion.  

Nevertheless, it would have been simpler for him to just keep moving and ignore her, but instead he stopped, and when he discovered she was still alive, he took her in and gave her food and shelter and a home.  She would have died otherwise.  Levi had no obligation towards her, he had no, really good reason to do something so selfless, and yet, he did.  And this truly is remarkable, especially when you consider the kind of cut throat world Levi grew up in, the kind of ruthless people he’d encountered, and even lived with, like Kenny, all his life.

Then there’s Furlan’s discussion with another soldier, and his story about Levi.  The most interesting thing Furlan says here is how, after his own friends turned on him, he’s followed Levi ever since.  And then he says “Though it might be problematic making him any kind of leader!”.  It’s interesting what this reveals to us about Levi.  People want to follow him because he’s so strong, but Levi himself has no desire for power, or control over others.  People willingly attach themselves to him, because they think Levi can protect them, but Levi isn’t any kind of natural leader.  So we know Levi was more or less forced into the role of leader by way of others seeking him out and assigning him that role.  What’s interesting about this is how it, once again, reveals the kind of person Levi is.  He could easily have rejected all of these people and abandoned them.  One thing we know is that Levi didn’t need any help surviving on his own in the Underground.  But instead Levi allows them to stay with him and willingly offers his help and protection, and though it’s probably more of a pain and a nuisance to him than anything else.  It shows that Levi’s never been able to turn away from those seeking his help.

Which leads nicely into the next scene.  

I’ve talked about this scene before, and how disappointed I was that they didn’t include it in the OVA.  This also wasn’t included in the visual novel, which is, once more, just another way in which the manga is superior.  

Flagon is once again criticizing Levi for holding his blades “wrong”, telling him he’s going to end up getting killed outside the walls.  And then the training exercise begins, and we see one of the other soldiers trying to compete with Levi, and growing increasingly incensed and annoyed at Levi’s prowess.  He thinks “These vagrants with no knowledge as soldiers...” and then “I trained half to death, and these criminals think they’re better?!”.  What’s interesting is to see that while this soldier is fuming internally over Levi’s perceived slight of him, glaring at him angrily, Levi clearly hasn’t even taken notice of him.  This isn’t a competition to Levi at all.  He’s just there to do the exercises.  He’s staring straight ahead, blank faced as always.  

Now what happens next is once more hugely revealing as to Levi’s character.  The infuriated soldier decides he’s not going to accept that Levi’s better than him, and so he intentionally pushes off of a tree and cuts Levi off mid-flight. What struck me about this is how incredibly dangerous it was.  Levi’s going, presumably, full speed, through this obstacle course, and this dude, out of petty jealousy, cuts him off by flying right in front of and past him, forcing Levi to pull back and change direction.  A stunt like this could have easily resulted in serious injury for Levi, or even death, if he weren’t as gifted as he is.  To top it off, this soldier then brags about it, calling out to Levi “Don’t get left behind!”.  Of course, his arrogance leads to immediate disaster, as the soldier that went through the course before lost one of their blades in the dummy Titan, and this dude’s flying towards it at top speed, with no way to stop himself or change direction in time.  He’s about to be impaled by a blade.  Considering the danger he’s just placed Levi in, then, it truly is a testament to Levi’s goodness, that he launches off the tree he’s stopped on, racing ahead and slicing the stray blade free before the other soldier can make contact, resulting in him harmlessly crashing into the pad, instead of dying.  This really shows how Levi’s first instinct is always to help others.  Even when others have just not only treated him badly, but even endangered his life.  He doesn’t owe this soldier anything, and by all rights should be extremely pissed at him for his petty display before.  But instead Levi just automatically reacts to his life being threatened by saving the man.  He doesn’t even scold him afterward or express anger, just flies off and continues the course.  

What makes this whole thing kind of sad is both the soldier’s and Flagon’s reaction to this.  The soldier is still angry and upset over Levi’s superior ability, wondering how he can be so fast, not even sparring a thought of appreciation for him just saving his life.  And then Flagon grudgingly admits to Levi’s fighting prowess, but continues to doubt him and his ability to stay disciplined.  Even after saving one of his own men’s lives, he still continues to look down on Levi.  That’s pretty messed up. Levi glares back at him after, as if to say “Who’s the one who’s going to get people killed out there?”.  Levi saved a soldiers life, while Flagon could only sit and watch.  It’s interesting too how this, tragically, foreshadows what’s to come though, with Levi not being able to save the people he cares the most about.  But we’ll get into that when we get there.

Also, just gotta mention also the way Levi reacts to Isabel’s getting upset after he bonks her in the head and calls her stupid.  He looks surprised when she starts crying, and it’s clear he didn’t mean to actually hurt her feelings, and it’s just really sweet, the way he rubs her head after.  He obviously felt bad.

Okay, into chapter 4 next!

#attack on titan #No Regrets #Levi Ackerman #shingeki no kyojin #Furlan Church #isabel magnolia #Erwin Smith #snk analysis

[kopikokun]

Happy with You

Request 17: Jaemin + “Why are you naked?” (109) + “Put me down!” (153) + “There’s only one bed...” (154)

Contains: Fluff, Friends to Lovers, (Sort of) Enemies to Lovers, a whole lot of 🧀

Pairing: Jaemin X Reader, feat. Mark+Renjun

Wordcount: 2.3k words

“You’ve got to be kidding me . . .”

Your gaze falls onto Renjun, who snickers at your misfortune.

“This game is rigged! You rigged the game so I’d have to be in the same room as Jaemin didn’t you?” You wag your blue-ended popsicle stick at Renjun. He shrugs indifferently.

“We rented out four rooms this time ‘round so we’re in pairs this trip, which is already considered a luxury in my books.” Mark slings his arm around your shoulders, his left hand dangling your keys before you. You grab them with a huff. “And it’s only for two nights before we hit the road again, so it won’t be too bad.” He flashes a smile at you and you frown. You know what Mark says is true, but this pairing is coming at the worst possible time. You deeply regret choosing to pull your stick last.

“I don’t know about you guys,but I’m going to head in now. I bet Haechan’s already stolen all the freebies.” Renjun grimaces. “Goodnight.”

His farewell is returned, courtesy of you and Mark. You tail Mark back to his shared room with Jeno, mocking a pout when he ruffles your hair and bids you adieu as well.

“Make sure you and Jaemin turn in early tonight, okay?” he reminds, calling out to you once you’ve walked a few steps from his room. “The line’ll be really long tomorrow so we’ll have to be there by 6:30.”

You make a sound of acknowledgement, continuing to trudge down the dimly lit hallway. Road trips have been a tradition for you and your friends. Every year, the eight of you would go on a one week long trip, traversing all sorts of weird locations. You’d usually rent out only one room, or if you were lucky two, but this time the rent was cheap and with all your money combined, the eight of you had managed to rent out four rooms with change to spare.

You don’t hate Jaemin, not by a long-shot, but being in such a cramped space with him has a strange sort of intimacy to it, which is something you can’t handle at the moment. You’ve been trying to deny it, but you’re pretty sure that you view Na Jaemin as more than a friend. Actually, you definitely do. And that frightens you.

You don’t know when it happened. Ever since you and Jaemin have known each other, you’ve never gotten along - at least not in the typical sense. You two don’t abhor each other, it’s just that you’re always bickering or teasing one another. Sure, you share a few similarities but despite that, you’re almost constantly at each other’s throats. Your little disagreements are frequent enough that even one a day is considered as a major improvement.

And yet, along the way, you’ve to grow fond of him. You started to see him in a different light. You can’t pinpoint exactly when these feelings began to surface. They weren’t sudden; they were gradual. They crept up on you and sprung when you were most unprepared.

Maybe if he wasn’t so close to you, you’d confess. Then at least if he rejected you, you wouldn’t be reminded of the fact every day, and if things became too awkward you could cut him off. But you and Jaemin are together almost daily. Confessing would just muddle things. If he rejected, there’d be a barrier between you two. The two of you would be constantly walking on eggshells. No matter how much you two would try to remain as friends, things would just be . . . different. Slowly, you two would drift apart, which is the very last thing that you’d want to happen.

You’d rather bury your feelings than lose Jaemin.

Suddenly, the door separating you and your room seems daunting. You sigh shakily. It’s fine. Like Mark said, it’ll only be two nights. Nothing will happen. You inhale deeply before unlocking the door and swinging it open, shutting it behind you.

“Hey, Mark, did you take my—”

There he is. The man of the hour. The man you’ve been hiding your feelings from. The man who’s butt-naked with his ass on display?

“Oh my God! Jaemin!” You instinctively shield your eyes from his . . . ass. “Why are you naked?”

Jaemin’s head immediately turns 180 to gawk at you. “Fuck! What— Why—” He scrambles to retrieve a pillow from the bed in an attempt to salvage his dignity. His frame turns to face you as the pillow is positioned atop his crotch. “Why are you here?”

You take a cautious peep from between your fingertips, eventually letting your hands fall to the side. You’re not sure where to look. His body is fully exposed from his toes to mid-thigh and from his navel to his head. You settle on retaining intense eye-contact, but catch your eyes wandering to his toned stomach more times than necessary.

“What do you mean why am I here? I’m your roommate!” you whisper-shout incredulously. “I should be asking you why you’re butt-ass naked!”

“You’re my roommate? I thought it was going to be Mark?”

“So, you wanted Mark to see your bare ass?” You can’t help but arch your eyebrows in challenge.

“That’s not what I meant!” Jaemin flushes an even deeper shade of red than what he already is. “It’s just— Mark’s seen me naked plenty of times when we we visit those public baths, so I wasn’t rushing to get dressed because I thought you were Mark.”

You furrow your brows. “Why on—”

“Wait,” Jaemin interrupts, “before you say anything else, can you close your eyes while I put something on? I’m literally clenching my asscheeks right now in shock and it’s kinda cold in here anyways.”

“God, ew, gross. Fine, just be quick about it. I don’t want to have to look at you in all your naked glory any longer.” You turn to face the door once more, allowing Jaemin the privacy to cover up.

“Oh, really now? It seemed like you were enjoying it earlier,” he teases. You groan, but you’re glad that he can’t see how his comment made you turn crimson. He’s not wrong.

After a minute or two of rustling, Jaemin tells you to turn back around. He’s no longer naked and is now adorning a pair of pajama pants, a sweatshirt and a goofy grin.

“Sorry for flashing you earlier. I honestly thought you were Mark.”

“Why would you even think that? We pulled our sticks randomly.” You narrow your eyes in suspicion. So, the game was rigged.

“Renjun texted me and said that Mark was with me and you were with Renjun.” Jaemin scoffs. “Obviously, he lied.”

You purse your lips. That sneaky little bastard. “Whatever. I’m going to go get changed and delete what just happened from my memory.” You fake a shudder. “I might have nightmares tonight.”

Jaemin says something in response but you can’t hear him very well after you’ve scurried away into the bedroom and closed the door. You can’t believe that just happened. And once again, of all people, it had to be Jaemin. It seems like God really has it out for you today. You face the bed, ready to hop in to bask in the sensation of the lush duvet and forget—

The bed?

You halt mid-run, frozen in place. That’s not right. There’s only one bed. There should be two, right? You rush to check where the narrow door adjacent to the bed leads to, only to be greeted by the marble tiles of the bathroom.

You slip into your pajamas at the speed of light, nearly tripping over your pant leg. In fact, when you race towards Jaemin a look of befuddlement etched onto your features, half of your shirt is tucked into your bottoms. Jaemin readjusts your top for you.

You stare up at him, cheeks burning and eyes wide. Jaemin scoffs. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“There’s--” you look back at the bedroom, the single bed seeming to exude this malicious aura, “there’s only one bed.”

You wait for his reaction. An exaggerated gasp, a retch, something he’d normally do under such circumstances, but instead, Jaemin smiles shyly. “I know.”

His expression makes your gut curl. He looks, dare you say it? A little happy. You shake the thought away. No way. He’d never. It’s only your oxytocins speaking.

“You’re- You’re not bothered?” you sputter, taken aback by his nonchalance. “I thought you’d be horrified!”

“I mean, it’s not like that’s the only place we can sleep. I can take that long armchair. We don’t have to be in the same bed.” Jaemin feigns a look of utter surprise. “Wait, no way. Do you, do you want to sleep in the same bed as me?”

All your blood rushes to your face at such a fast rate that it almost makes you stagger. “I mean, well--” You can’t deny that you had certainly imagined it. Jaemin with his arms around you, his warm breath fanning the juncture of your neck, his lips brushing against your shoulder--

Your face grows even hotter. You need some holy water.

This time Jaemin appears genuinely surprised. “Wait, you did? Oh my God, you did, didn’t you?”

Your laugh sounds a little too forced, which it is. It is very much forced out of your throat. “No, I-- No, I didn’t.”

“You did! Your face is getting red.”

Your hands fly to your cheeks as the warmth blooms against your fingertips. “No, Jaemin! I did not!”

“You so did.” He laughs full-heartedly. “Oh my God, you’re so cute.”

The comment sounds so strange coming from him; especially from him. Your face is probably beetroot red by now, Jaemin’s comment only making it worse. You lift your fist, threatening to strike him in the chest before he scoops you up into the air, throwing you - somewhat effortlessly - onto his shoulder. You say somewhat because he did stumble slightly when you swung your arms around in protest.

“Na Jaemin!” You pound his back with your fist. “Na Jaemin, put me down!”

And put you down he does, although unintentionally. After one particularly forceful twist of your body, his grip on you loosens, and in an attempt to save you from a fall, he too comes tumbling down after you. The impact is made less painful as you break your fall by supporting your weight with your arm. Thank God, the floor is carpeted or else it would have been much worse.

Regardless of the slight discomfort, you and Jaemin make eye-contact with each other, splayed out on the floor and begin laughing like mad. You laugh like you’ve just been told the funniest joke in the world. You laugh as if you’ve got no worries whatsoever. And for a moment, just a brief moment, you do forget all your worries. You forget that you’ll have to be awake in five hours, you forget that you’ll be exhausted tomorrow, you forget that your love will forever go unrequited and you let it all slip through your fingers, because right now, in this moment, as you stare at Jaemin who’s cackling alongside you with tears springing in his eyes, with his cheeks dusted with pink and with seemingly no worries at all, you’re happy, really happy.

Your fit of laughter dies and Jaemin returns your gaze. You’re happy to be alive, happy to have met him, happy to see him smile, happy to have shared so many memories together, happy to love him, even if your feelings must be shrouded in darkness. You’re really happy.

You look at Jaemin. You really look. You study his face. His eyes, his nose, his lips. You don’t just study his face. You study him. He can be brash, forward, a little teasing, but he’s caring, kind, patient, responsible. You love everything about him. You love him. God, you love him.

Jaemin’s hand reaches out to you. His eyes are curious.

He hesitates right before his hand cups your cheek and he pulls away, unsure, frightened. You hold his gaze and bring his hand to your cheek again, leaning into it. You find comfort in the palm of his hand. It’s a small gesture, but it brings you such intense joy. You relish in this feeling, fluttering your eyes shut and hoping it never ends.

There’s a pause. Your heart beats once. Twice. “I think I love you.”

Your eyes snap wide open at that. Jaemin pulls his hand away from your cheek, and it instantly feels cold. He props himself up into a sitting position, carding a hand through his hair, his gaze glued to the floor. “Nevermind, forget I said that. Sorry--”

“I think I love you, too.” Jaemin’s sentence stops dead in its tracks. His eyes remain on the floor. “No, I know I love you. Shit, I know this is sudden, Jaemin, but I just, whenever I’m around you I just feel so different. I don’t know when it happened or how, but I just love you. Plain and simple.” Plain and simple, your ass. This is far from plain or simple. This is the furthest thing from plain and simple in your eyes.

You stop yourself from saying anything further when Jaemin raises his head to look at you. You steel yourself and face him, refusing to shy away. Refusing to cower when all you want to do is run, run, run.

Another pause. Your heart thumps once, twice, thrice.

“Can I kiss you?”

You nod.

Half-an-hour ago, you would have never seen this coming. You would have never guessed that you’d be sat on the floor with Jaemin, your lips locked together. His lips are soft, warm, kind, sweet. The tenderness of his kiss soothes you and makes your heartbeat accelerate all at the same time.

His kiss is a confirmation. A reaffirmation. They assure that you love him, and he loves you too, and that whatever may happen, you’ll be by his side and he’ll be by yours.

Because he’s your best friend. And he loves you.

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[venusandromedadjarin]

Nevarro City

Ch. 2, A Glint of Beskar

18+ for eventual smut, gore, 1.8k words

Somewhere to your left you hear weird babbling sounds, and if you didn’t know better you’d think it was a baby. Weird, there’s never been children in the cellar before… Your left eye opens easily, but pain shoots through the right and you lift a hand up to feel the jagged, split skin on your cheekbone. Tenderly, you poke around and feel how swollen the skin is. You hiss at the stinging. Attempting to move your head to look around gives you two things: a clear idea that this is definitely not the cellar, and a brain splitting flash of pain through your head. Slowly, you try to complete a checklist of your body, hoping that everything will function, even through the pain. At this point, you can’t remember much and have no clue who you’re with or where you’re at.

Taking a deep breath proves too hard, as heat floods through your core and burns at your swollen sides and, albeit, broken ribs. One of your shoulders feels like it was recently dislocated and popped back into place, and you can’t flex your left hand. A quick memory floods your vision, giving you insight to why your hand is currently unusable. Thank the Maker I saved my head with my non-dominant hand, who knows if I’ll need to fight my way out of here.

A loud thumping sound echoes from the back of the hull behind your head and you hear two sets of footsteps ascend up the ramp. One is heavy, fleetingly similar to ones you remember from somewhere else - but you aren’t entirely sure where - and the other is slightly panicked by the sound of it. Whoever it is starts to mouth off but you hear a grunt followed by a loud hissing sound. You can smell the vague scent of tibanna gas as someone gets locked into a carbonite block.

Against your will, you cough and even though you try to cover up the groan of pain from the sudden use of your throbbing chest, you know whoever is behind you can hear it.

“You’re awake.” The voice is definitely male, but deeply modulated through what you can only guess is that Beskar helmet you vaguely remember seeing. By this point, you have enough bits and pieces of your memory that you remember being distracted by the glint of it. You try to respond to the figure you still can’t see, but all that comes out is a strangled groan. He comes towards you and you can hear that weird babbling again, but still don’t see anything. Finally, he’s to the side of you, just enough so that you can look over at him.

From where you’re laying, you’re parallel with his stomach which is slung with a weapons belt stuffed with ammo and blasters. His chest is covered in shiny Beskar, and you vaguely remember the armor on his lower arms biting into your legs and back when he picked you up. Even though you can’t see his eyes behind the helmet he’s wearing, you somehow know he’s looking you over too, probably fully taking in your wounds.

Suddenly, a flush creeps up your neck into your cheeks. Silly, really, considering you know you look like death. You try to talk again, but he slowly shakes his head, “Don’t. Kolto will have to do, I’m out of Bacta.” He doesn’t explain anything else before reaching above you to remove a black bag from a cupboard. Clunking it down on the right side of your head, you hear him dig through it before pulling out bandages and a small syringe. Your heart rate increases as he starts wrapping your left hand, and you bite your lip against the grunt of pain you almost let out. That helmet looks up at your face, lingering a little too long before looking away.

“This will hurt,”  he tells you before stabbing your vein with the needle, an instant burn creeping through your bloodstream before everything goes black again.

The airspeeder lurched beneath you as you took off, blasts echoing around you in the middle of the night. The pitch black lit up in increments with the bursts. The shop and the hut were both blazing hot with fire, and the smoke lingered in your lungs as you tried to speed away. Just as you were both bolting, you heard Teckla scream behind you, her clothes sizzling as she went down from a blaster shot. Somehow you made it out, rising up and out of the bandit attack, almost in the clear to escape to Navarro City. It’s not far, you could have made it.

A single, deadly blaster beam hit the right engine.

You weren’t far off the ground, unlucky considering you knew you’d live through the crash. Hurtling down, you braced for the impact of the hard ground. The Quarren below you chuckled as you hit the dirt, sprinting toward you in the dark. The surrounding blaster shots in the small village, plus the increasing flames, started to give a clear picture of the creature as he grabbed you by the hair.

Fuck, you knew what was coming next and still didn’t know how to prepare.

The squid-faced bandit threw you up against the side of one of the currently untouched huts, tearing your shirt from your shoulders. The impact of the wall, plus the previous crash makes your vision falter, but not before you see the guy reach his hand down to undo his belt and-

You thrash, finally able to produce a shrilling scream that echoes through the hull. Within seconds, the man who you can only guess is a Mandalorian drops down from above and calmly, but quickly, comes to your side. Half awake and half terrified, you jerk away from his outstretched and gloved hand, hitting the metal behind you before realizing it was just a dream. Breathing heavy, you realize his hand is on your cheek, a gloved thumb lightly rubbing circles near your temple.

He must realize it too, since he quickly jerks his hand away, but continues to look at you through the helmet.

“Sit up.” He commands, and you obey with only a little bit of pain. The Kolto must’ve worked, but who knows how long you’ve been out. The man in front of you starts to lift the edge of your shirt before you bat him away, panicking slightly. A modulated scoff escapes from the helmet, “Let me look.”

He tries again, this time catching your hand as you respond the same way. “Stop it,” he commands. “Let me check your ribs, they were broken.”

All you can do is breathe out a small, “Oh.” You lift the torn overshirt over your head, grunting a little at the stiffness in your shoulder. If you didn’t know any better, you would think the slight tilt of his helmet means he feels just as awkward as you do seeing you in the dirty sports bra you’re now wearing.

He crouches over a bit to get a good look at the yellow and green bruises splayed up and down your sides.

“Maker, how long was I out?”

Before answering you, he reaches out and lightly lays one palm against your right side before reaching for your bandaged hand with his other hand. You grimace at the light pressure, but it doesn’t hurt enough to ask him to stop. Before you can think about it anymore, he removes his palm and unwraps your hand, still holding it in the other glove. Maker, his hands are huge compared to mine.

“A couple days.”

You jerk your eyes away from your bloody and bruised hand, “What?”

“I have business on Nevarro. We just landed, you need clothes.”

Before you have the ability to ask more questions, or process being back on your home planet after so long, he drops your hand and gives you a large black shirt. You stare at him until he shakes it at you, “Put it on.”

Doing as he says, you stand up, feeling unbalanced on your feet, your boots uncomfortable underneath you. He hands you a bag of, what you can only assume are, credits and motions towards a floating capsule at the back of the hull. The capsule comes forward when he flicks two fingers.

You suddenly feel warm, warmer than you should in the dim and cold space.

“Let’s go. I’ll meet you in half an hour.” Without another word, he steps onto the ramp and heads toward the building in front you.

Navarro City.

It looks oddly the same, but so different at the same time. Slowly, you follow after this mysterious man, questions reeling in your head. Is this actually a Mandalorian? How did he get the armor if he’s not? Where’d he get so much Beskar? What does he want with me? What’s in that capsule?

Who is he?

The obvious questions, like how will he know where to meet you, don’t cross your mind as you enter the walls of the city. Ahead of you, in the crowds, you can see the glint of his helmet as he walks into a cantina. You decide to actually shop for clothes and such before worrying anymore about him. The city is full of so many people, that only a few cast odd glances your way. You don’t stick out much even though all you have on are boots, torn leggings and a huge black shirt. It’s hot though, the sun beating down on the black fabric and making you feel feverish.

A small hut with a Kubaz sitting outside looks like a good place to start. It takes your eyes a second to adjust inside, but you’re soon stunned by the selection. After years of wearing the same filthy clothes, or at least the same types of clothes, this makes you feel like a giddy child. You’re suddenly stricken by a memory of Teckla taking you shopping as a teenager, but you sniffle quickly to keep the prick of tears at bay.

The Kubaz follows you inside, obviously the shop owner, but allows you to freely look around without bothering you. Finally, you settle on the basics (a few shirts, a few pairs of pants, undergarments, and a jacket) before looking at other things you may or may not need. You decide to get a new pair of heavy leather boots, contently sighing at the fact you can burn the old things you’re wearing. The credits you spend on the duffel bag and clothes don’t even make a dent in the amount of credits you were given.

When you exit the shop, you immediately notice the man leaning against a building across from you, his helmet glinting in the sunlight. You don’t realize he’s looking directly at you until he starts briskly walking towards you when a drunk from the cantina next door whistles at you and attempts to get your attention.

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[joontier]

sa ilalim ng kalawakan | drabble

translation: underneath the galaxy

synopsis: besides gazing at the night sky, you and your husband find other ways to celebrate your honeymoon under the stars 

pairings: seokjin x reader

rating: R (18+) 

au: established relationship!au; newly weds!au; honeymoon!au; inspired by BV4 in new zealand!!| genre: floof, smut, slight humor

warnings: swearing, exhibitionism, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, oral (f receiving), slight edging, also i put in one slap in there ONE SLAP PEOPLE

word count: 1.9k

request: by @rookiegukie​ “silakbo ft. seokjin + newly weds 👉🏼👈🏼 ” HERE YOU GO DARLING ILY <3 i hope you like it!! hehehehe 

g/n: this is part of The Paraluman Playlist - a drabble game we’re holding for the whole month of August!!! Send in your requests lovelies!!! (i’ll also be making this as part of my ‘between the lines’ collection heh 

navi. | m.list |  between the lenses navi.

“Kim Seokjin!” 

“What?!” 

“What did you do with the firewood?” 

“What do you mean by ‘what did I do to the firewood’?” He continues with cutting the pork belly into strips, refusing to meet your eyes. You continue staring at him though, fully aware that he knows you’re still looking at him. Narrowing your eyes, you take your eyes off your husband as you study your surroundings. 

 Aha! You spot the half-empty bottle of olive oil hiding behind the legs of a cot. “You’ll never catch him slipping,” they said. Pfft. If only you had a penny for all the times you’ve proven that wrong. 

 “Why won’t the wood light up then?” Testing him, you bend over to grab the bottle of oil, wanting to see if Seokjin’s finally going to confess and admit having thought of cooking oil as an alternative for kerosene. He deliberately ignores your question, taking a quick glimpse at the glass container in your hands under the guise of stretching his limbs and admiring the view. 

 Tsk-ing at him, you roll your eyes, placing the bottle of oil back where you found it. Might as well hide the only evidence of your husband’s ‘supposed’ boy-scoutedness. 

 “Can’t believe I married a bloody idiot,” you mutter under your breath, huffing as you replace the oil-covered wood with new ones. Your husband of a week inhales exaggeratedly, incredulous features on his face as he slowly turns toward you. The leaves beneath his shoes rustle loudly with each movement of his. “You’re calling me, the one and only Kim Seokjinius, an idiot?” he drawls, emphasizing each word with every step he takes towards you. 

He trudges until his face is mere inches away from yours, chests almost pressing against each other. Smirking, he leans forward, breath fanning against your ear as he whispers, “I am your idiot though. Learn to deal with it, missus.” Your own breath hitches in your throat, goosebumps forming on your skin. Surely, Seokjin saying the words ‘idiot’ and ‘missus’ in one breathing wasn’t supposed to have that kind of effect right? 

Leaning back to look down on you, a devilish smirk plays on his lips. That can’t be good. His hands shoot out to poke at your sides, tickling you out of your wits. “Seokjin!” you squeal, trying to get out of his grasp. For some miraculous reason, you do, running away from him as you circle the camp site. 

Your husband quickly manages to catch up without having to exert much effort, taking you in his arms. The impact of his collision pushes you downward, and with Seokjin’s quick instincts, he twists his body just in time to take the fall - thankfully though, he just lands on grass. Seokjin still winces a little at the fall, and you quickly check up on him to make sure he’s alright. He assures you he’s just fine, confirming it by reattaching his grip on your sides. 

Writhing under his grasp for the second time tonight, you breathlessly plead for the release of his hands on your waist. Heeding to your request a minute later, he collapses beside you, pulling you closer with the hand he has under your shoulders. 

“It’s beautiful out here, yeobo,” you comment, slightly breathless in awe at the sight of the night sky. You had opted to revisit New Zealand for your honeymoon, partly because being one with nature brought you the tranquility that could never be afforded by your apartment back in Seoul. 

Now, as you gaze at the stars above, while lying down on the grass, the cold breeze softly hitting your face, with your husband by your side - this felt like the summit of ‘relaxation’. You felt like this was the only time you had even paused to take an actual breather after a year of wedding preparations, pre-nuptial events, the ceremony itself… it was all delightful, admittedly, but boy was it tiring. 

“Don’t call me that,” Seokjin murmurs, propping himself up on an elbow to look at you. “You don’t like it?” 

“Nope. In fact, I love it. I love it very much.” Slowly, he leans toward you, pressing his pillowy lips against yours. Seokjin cups your face in one hand, drawing you closer as he kisses you deeply. Returning the kiss with just as much fervor, your skin starts to prickle with goosebumps and you’re certain it’s not from the coldness of the night.  

As Seokjin suggestively plays with the hem of your shirt, he lets the pads of his fingers trail slowly under your shirt until he cups your breast in his cold hand. Gasping at the sensation, your grip on his forearms tighten as you push your chest against him further to goad him on. 

You feel your husband smile through the kisses he first places on your neck, then your jaw, slowly but surely traveling south. Seokjin tentatively lifts your shirt up, and getting bolder by the second, you feel his fingers dance lightly on your skin, eventually trailing higher to cup your breasts and knead them slightly. 

Moaning wantonly, Seokjin ruts his hips against yours, feeling his erection straining in his sweatpants. As he Seokjin latches his lips on that weak spot on your neck, you pry your eyes open to watch your husband. All of a sudden, you’re reminded that you are not within the confines of the campervan, nor are you inside the cabin just a five-minute walk away. “Jin, baby, we’re outside…” 

“So?” He asks, not looking up from your chest, “...does it bother you?” You’re genuinely surprised at his answer, not knowing he had a closeted exhibitionist inside of him. He’s also relatively quiet during sex, so this newly discovered side of your husband is definitely something for the books. 

“You mean you don’t mind at all? What if people will see us? What if some sick pap tryna get us caught?” Your inquiries finally get his attention, momentarily pausing his ministrations. Sometimes you had to remind him that he was still one of the biggest celebrities in the world, and it doesn’t really matter if he’s in a secluded place like this campsite, he’d still be recognized somehow. 

“________, darling. I really don’t mind. Unless you do?” Seokjin asks, blown-out pupils boring into your own. You shake your head no at once. “Well, that’s settled then. Plus, we just got married a week ago, this is bound to happen at some point. And besides, if somebody will try to snap a photo, well...that’s a story we’re gonna tell Kim Seokjin junior, who’ll be headlining the news even before he was made.” Your husband’s reasoning, albeit out of this world and downright scandalous, is enough to convince you that nothing bad was going to happen. But, wait! Your dinner…

 “Jin!! The samgyupsal though!!” 

Seokjin pushes himself upward, “Are you honestly trying to kill the mood here babe? You can just say the word, you know.” he deadpans, completely unamused.

“No, I mean, we’re still having dinner afterwards, right? I just wanted to make sure you at least covered the food so we won’t have to fight with other creatures for our dinner.” 

“Of course, darling. Now, where were we?” 

Seokjin unzips your jacket with a newfound sense of urgency, and you let out a squeal as he rips your shirt in half, your lace bra along with it. He takes off his jacket as well, and as he sucks on your pert nipple harshly, causing you to arch your back for more, he slides his jacket underneath you for comfort. 

He continues his assault on your breasts, leaving purple bruises littered across your chest. Languidly, he peppers wet kisses down your torso, already thumbing the waistband of your leggings in the process.

Discarding your bottoms just as quickly as your tops, Seokjin lets your leggings loosely bunch up around one of your ankles as he kisses you hungrily, hands busy pushing your legs further apart. He detaches himself from you, sitting on his calves as he studies to sight of you ready and open just for him.

“Fuck, I could just have my dinner right here, right now,” Seokjin husks, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. Without any further warning, Seokjin dives in, licking a bold stripe against your folds. The sensation makes you squirm underneath him, but your husband holds you still by keeping a hand on your stomach. Seokjin licks in wide, slow strokes to explore your nether lips, soon using fingers to hold them open and put pressure on your clit.

Languidly sliding his fingers against your sodden folds, Seokjin slowly inserts a finger inside you, finally breaching your entrance. He takes his time in indulging you, reveling in your responsiveness. Endless moans of pleasure fall from your mouth as your hands find purchase on his temple, pulling on his hair when you feel his teeth graze against the swollen bud. You feel the pressure building up in the pit of your stomach, and just when you were about to orgasm, Seokjin pulls away, leaving you a heaving mess on the grass.

“I want us to climax together…as… as you know…husband and wife?” Your face crumples at his request, heart likewise swelling with affection inside your chest.

As Seokjin finally pulls his sweatpants down to free his length, you sit up, wanting to pleasure him just as he had done to you. He waves you off quickly, too much of his blood rushing down south to even form a coherent sentence, “No…just…you, now.” He helps you to shift to all fours, wiggling your ass in the air just to tease him. He delivers a slap on your bottom as punishment.

He starts to enter you from behind, groaning as he feels your walls clamp around him tightly. Continuing to slide in until he bottoms out, Seokjin shudders as you clench your pussy around his cock. “You’re always so fucking tight,” he comments, exhaling shakily as feels himself snugly fit inside you. 

When you push backward to urge him to move, Seokjin starts to move his hips, beginning with a steady pace for a few seconds until he starts to relentlessly fuck you from behind, steadying you in your position with his hands tightly gripping your waist. Cries of pleasure fall from your lips with every thrust, while your elbows are threatening to give in under his weight. Fuck, you feel wilder than the other creatures that are probably lurking around the area. Your husband probably hears your thoughts, settling an even harder, faster pace than before as he chases his high.

That familiar knot is starting to coil inside you for the first time since your wedding, and as Seokjin feels you tighten around him, his thrusts start to slow down, this time reaching deeper than ever before; his cock hitting your g-spot wonderfully with every movement of his hips. He pulls you both up, standing on both your knees.

Nestling you snug against his chest, Seokjin guides your hand to rest on his nape so he can gain access to your breasts. Massaging them sensually, he brings you both to your highs with his caresses and whispers of love and passion in your ears. With all your senses heightened and your husband deliciously sliding in and out of you, you finally orgasm, Seokjin following seconds later.  

“Thanks for fulfilling my deepest fantasies, love,” Seokjin whispers, collapsing back to the grass after pulling his sweats back up, likewise covering you up with his jacket as he apologizes for your torn clothes. 

“Oh, you’ve always wanted to do it under the stars?”

“Close, but nope. You, princess, are my deepest fantasy.”

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[friendship-ended-with-pokespe]

Kirby: Rescue the Friend in the Great Labyrinth! Chapter 5

Having returned to the Great Labyrinth of the Mirror, the group proceeded forward with Kirby Rocket in the lead. Their painful venture just now seems like all a lie. Kirby Rocket locates the correct paths without losing his way even a little.

“That’s odd. My body is moving on its own even when I’m not thinking of anything. It finds out which way it should go.” “It’s all thanks to the radar. So convenient.” Waddle Dee was impressed. There may occasionally be enemies showing and getting in the way, but the Kirby Rocket is invincible. Dealing headlong impact, he blows enemies away one after another. In delight as if Kirby’s work is his, Waddle Dee boasted at Magolor. “Hey, it’s just as I said, right? Nothing that Kirby does is of no use. We were able to receive this wonderful gift from working hard for Claycia and Elline.” “What’d you mean? Of course I know that. There’s no mistake in what Kirby does!” Retorted Magolor sourly, and rushed over to Kirby. “That’s what I expect from you, Kirby! Keep at it just like that!” “Uh-huh! We should hurry up and rescue your friend, huh.�� Kirby is replying energetically. Waddle Dee felt a bit disgruntled, but he held it back. He doesn’t want to make a displeased face in front of Kirby doing his best. Deciding not to pay heed to Magolor, he followed after Kirby and the others. “......This ain’t no fun.” Hearing a voice like that of a groan, Waddle Dee raised his face in surprise. He thought that someone had read his feelings, but that wasn’t the case. King Dedede was the one grumbling in a low voice. “It ain’t no fun......what’s so Kirby Rocket about it. It’s such a lame name. King Dedede Rocket would sound way stronger......” “Are you jealous, King Dedede?” Said Meta Knight in a teasing manner, where King Dedede gave him the fish eye. “Who are ya calling jealous!? I’m not jealous of that lame rocket even a little bit!” “At the incident with Seventopia, both you and I were deprived of our colors and thus unable to move. It’s a shame that we couldn’t take an active role, King Dedede.” “Hmph, I was able to move! I broke through that spell of hers easily, but I left it alone only because the case was too trivial for me to even appear in.” “Heh......” Meta Knight gave a slight laugh, where he turned his back on Dedede and started walking. King Dedede becomes more and more irritated. “Curses......that Kirby......no fair. Even when I have way more dignity and strength befitting a rocket......” “Your Majesty......” Waddle Dee looked up at the grumbling King Dedede. It bodes ill once the king assumes this attitude. He’s bound to be up to no good. Noticing Waddle Dee’s view, the king looked down at him. Waddle Dee is holding the present from Claycia tight. The moment he lays his eyes on the papers and the crayons, King Dedede has a dubious smile on his face. “Let me borrow that for a while, Waddle Dee.” “Huh!?” “Once they drew something on that paper, he was able to transform just like that.” Waddle Dee realized the king’s intention and stepped back. “N-No can do, Your Highness! This is needed for when Kirby’s transformation wears off......” “Yer noisy. Just give it here!” Dedede tried to take the papers and the crayons by force. Holding tight to the papers and the crayons, Waddle Dee ran away to prevent it from being taken. “Ah, hold it, Waddle Dee! Are you disobeying me!?” “I-I’m sorry, sire. This I can’t, even if it’s your order! Ms. Claycia went through all that trouble to give it to us......!” “Wait, Waddle Dee! You won’t get away with this!” He stomped his feet and chased after his underling. Something was then shoved beneath his feet. His foot stuck, the king rolled furiously. “Owwwie!! That hurts! What was that just now......!” “Don’t be so shameful, King Dedede.” It was Meta Knight. He stuck his sword out suddenly and made the king tumble. “Meta Knight!!! You chump......!”

“He’s correct. Those drawing papers and crayons are reserved for the hour of need. You cannot use it.” “Be quiet! I’m sure that King Dedede Rocket will reach the destination way faster than Kirby Rocket could......!” It was when the king’s voice trembled in frustration. Having been proceeding in the lead, Kirby changed his direction and came back. “What’s wrong, Kirby?” “There’s a pitch-black door right ahead of us, and I can hear a strange voice coming from the other side.” “A voice?” “Yup. I can’t make out what it’s saying, but I feel like I’ve heard it before. Whose voice could it be......?” “It could be my friend!” Shouted Magolor in delight, and broke into a run before the others.

It was just as Kirby had said. A jet black door is shut tightly with an enormous wall blocking the way. To ward off intruders, multiple layers of plants resembling thornbush were twined around the door. A faint voice came from the other side of the door. Magolor said in a buoyant voice. “No doubt about it! That’s my friend’s voice!” “......Wait. That voice sounds familiar.” Said Meta Knight. He had his hands in his sword in a tense manner. “This voice......Magolor, could this friend of your be?” Without answering, Magolor called out to the opposite side of the door. “Listen to me, Taranza! It’s me!” The door didn’t open however. The voice coming from the inside is continuing as well. Kirby and his friends were left speechless from the surprise. “So that Taranza was your friend. Why were you hiding that until now, Magolor?” “I wasn’t hiding it. I heard that Taranza fought against Kirby and you guys before, you see. I thought that you guys might not save him had I said his name.” “I wouldn’t do that......” Said Kirby in a low voice. Taranza certainly is one of the foes that fought Kirby and his friend before. Believe it or not, mistaking King Dedede for Kirby, he was a fearsome enemy who abducted him and controlled him as he pleased. But Taranza wasn’t actually the mastermind behind the curtain. He was merely acting on orders. Giving him orders was the evil bewitching Queen Sectonia. Reigning over Floralia, the Floating Continent, she was an evil queen who oppressed the people with her cruelty for many years. Taranza was her loyal subordinate, but the queen didn’t forgive him, who failed and over again. -I have no use for a fool who cannot follow orders. Blurting cold-heartedly, the queen blew Taranza away in one blow. At that time, Taranza realized at last. The exceedingly evil, greedy heart that the beautiful Queen Sectonia had. “......Taranza isn’t our enemy anymore. We brought Queen Sectonia down with our powers combined.” Said Kirby in a heavy mood, recalling the battle at that time. Magolor was overly surprised. “Wha, that’s what it was? I would’ve said his name if I knew that from the get go!” “We can’t trust what you say.” Meta Knight turned to face the door. “We need to open this door at any rate. Our voice doesn’t seem to reach Taranza inside.” “For a case like this, all we have to do is smash this door.” King Dedede stood ready with his hammer. Meta Knight looked up at the immense gate and said. “It won’t work out that simply. Take a look at the thorn bushes twined around.” “Ugh......” Even King Dedede has his breath taken away. Vines as thick as the king’s arms are thickly covering the whole gate. The king exhaled deeply and put on a brave front. “Those brambles ain’t no bother. I’ll smash them in one blow with my hammer!” “......No.” Meta Knight said calmly. “That isn’t just any thornbush. It’s a symbol of Taranza’s heart secluded inside.” “What?” “I don’t know the reason for it, but Taranza has shut himself inside and isn’t responding to the voice outside at all. That thornbush is the very heart of his. It won’t be easy to destroy it.” “W......What! Wouldn’t it be the same as a bramble if I go at it with my hammer......!” However, Kirby shouts before the king could raise his hammer. “You can leave it to me! I’ll smash whatever it is with the power of this rocket!” “Wait, Kirby. Listen to me. That isn’t a normal bramble, but......” But it’s usual for Kirby to not lend his ears to others. Kirby Rocket began emitting strong light suddenly. “Let’s go!!! Star Daaaaaaaaaash!” Kirby Rocket was colliding against the gate in full strength. The door didn’t even budge for the first time. But Kirby isn’t discouraged even the slightest. “Open up, door!!!” He repeatedly hurls himself as he shouts several times. To such tremendous power, the gate started cracking at last. The entwined thornbush shrivels as well. Meta Knight flinches. “That’s what I thought. The power of Kirby’s heart prized open the sealed heart of Taranza.” “Amazing! Hang in there, Kirby! Just a bit more!” Waddle Dee cheered him with glittering eyes. Even King Dedede, who would argue with him, shouts with wide eyes. “Go, Kirby! I’ll lend you a hand as well!” Raising his hammer, King Dedede lunged at the gate. Before the two’s power, the gate collapsed at last with a loud noise. “You did it, Kirby! Amazing!” Shouted Magolor in joy, and plunged into the other side of the door. Kirby has used up all his strength from the all-out attack just now. The transformation wore off simultaneously with him hunkering in exhaustion. “Are you alright, Kirby!?” Waddle Dee rushed over to him. Having reverted back to normal, Kirby took a deep breath and answered cheerfully. “Uh-huh, I’m ok-ay! Although the transformation wore off......” “We don’t need the rocket anymore, since we reached our destination and broke the door as well!” Waddle Dee extended his hand. Kirby took his hand and stood up. The group followed Magolor into the room.

In the innermost part of the Great Labyrinth of the Mirror was-: A mirror just like the Dimension Mirror that Kirby and his friend to dove into at the outset. “Huh? There’s a Dimension Mirror here too......? Then what about the mirror that we dove into at the beginning......?” Said Kirby in wonder. “Looks like that was a husk which lost its original power. The Dimension Mirror with the true power was hidden in the deepest part of this labyrinth.” Said Meta Knight. “......Hmm......” “Setting that aside, look.” In front of where Meta Knight pointed, someone was facing the mirror and continuing to mutter something. He has smooth silver-colored hair with sparkling golden horns. Orange objects resembling eyes are attached to his hair. He shows no interest in Kirby and his friends. Patterns like spiderwebs were drawn in the back of his cape. “Taranza......” Kirby called out to him, but Taranza didn’t turn around. If anything, he doesn’t even seem to have noticed that his name was called out. Kirby tried to walk up to him, But Meta Knight stopped him. “Wait, Kirby. Listen carefully.” “......Huh?” “Taranza is acting strange.” Kirby and his friends strained their ears. Taranza’s murmurs can be heard. “......Secto......a......let’s together......kuhuhuhu......wait......to......nia......!” He was talking to the mirror while laughing out in delight.

“This is......” Meta Knight turned his gaze sharply to Magolor. “What is the meaning of this, Magolor? What happened to Taranza?” “No idea. I wonder what happened?” Magolor shook his head with his hands spread. “He’s calling.” Said Kirby, his eyes fixed on Taranza. “What?” “He’s calling Queen Sectonia. Taranza is talking to Queen Sectonia.” “What a load of baloney.” Sneered King Dedede. “Queen Sectonia ain’t here no more. I did away with her in that fight!” “But Taranza is saying “Queen Sectonia”......” “Aye, he’s acting odd.” While staying alert vigilantly, Meta Knight drew closer to Taranza bit by bit. “Taranza was a loyal subordinate of Queen Sectonia. He would always use formal words when speaking to her.” “Yeah, but it’s different right now.” His joyous laughter resounded. “Wait, Sectonia......uhuhuhuhu! It’s dangerous if you hurry like that. Ah, there’s a cliff there. This way......be careful!” “-It’s an hallucination.” Muttered Meta Knight. “Taranza is looking at an illusion within that mirror.” “An illusion......?” “Of Queen Sectonia......no, the illusion of the pleasant days before she became evil and bewitching.” Meta Knight groaned. “Dimension Mirror was a mirror that grants your desire. I heard that Taranza used to get on well with the kindhearted Sectonia. He must’ve sincerely wished to return to those days, where the mirror is showing the illusion just as he desires.” “Taranza......!” Kirby called out to him once more. Nevertheless, Taranza isn’t turning around. He is immersed in talking to the mirror. “This isn’t good. We need to pull him away from the mirror somehow.” Said Meta Knight. “Humph, it’d be fine to leave him alone.” Said King Dedede. “Doesn’t he look all bright and sunny? And here I was, wondering what heck of a time he’d be having, from how he said that he was swallowed up by the mirror. We should just leave him be if he’s having a pleasant dream.” “That we cannot. Look at how Taranza is.” Meta Knight walks up to Taranza and looks into his face. He isn’t responding. Gazing vacantly into the mirror, he is continuing to call out Sectonia’s name. Kirby raised his voice. “Taranza! Geez, Taranza! Pull yourself together! It’s me, Kirby!” “He can’t hear your voice. As I thought, it’ll be dangerous if we don’t pull him away. At this rate, he’ll be possessed by the illusion and be destroyed!” “This is terrible!” Magolor started making a ruckus. “Taranza is in danger! Save him! He’ll be destroyed at this rate!” “What should we do......!?” Kirby looked at Meta Knight in a panic. Kirby wouldn’t hesitate if he’s fighting an enemy. But no enemies were in sight right now. How should he rescue Taranza......? “The mirror.” Meta Knight laid his hands on his sword. “We break that mirror. That’s the only way to save him.” “Huh!? You musn’t, Meta Knight!” Screamed Magolor. “That mirror is......Dimension Mirror is a precious mirror that can make everyone’s dream! You must not break it!” “That mirror has been smashed to pieces before. But we gathered its fragments and restored it. We’ll do the same this time as well......” “We have no idea if we can restore it or not! What are you gonna do if you can’t return it back to normal!?” “It can’t be helped then. Taranza will be in danger if this keeps up.” “The mirror is more important than him......!” Magolor, having slipped his tongue before he knew it, realized suddenly and sealed his lips. “That is your true motive, yes, Magolor?” “N......No......” “It doesn’t matter what your motive is right now. We’ll save Taranza in any case.” Magolor went silent and stepped back. “Magolor......” Kirby called out to him involuntarily. He wanted to ask if what he said right now was his true feelings or if he misheard it. But Meta Knight said quickly. “Let’s go, Kirby, King Dedede!” “......Uh-huh!” They have no time to talk to Magolor. Together with Meta Knight, Kirby made his way to the mirror. King Dedede too was about to ready his hammer, but-stopped moving, as though he was struck with an idea suddenly. “......Sire?” Waddle Dee looked up at King Dedede. The king ordered Waddle Dee, holding his hand out to him. “Hand over the papers and the crayons, Waddle Dee!” “Huh!? But this is......” “Since we reached the destination, we don’t need the Kirby Rocket anymore, do we? Now’s the time for King Dedede Rocket from here on out!” “H-His Highness Rocket......” Waddle Dee held tight onto the drawing papers and the crayons. The king approaches Waddle Dee with a frightening look......!

Meanwhile, Meta Knight and Kirby were taking aim at the mirror. Meta Knight raised his sword, while Kirby breathed in deeply and jumped up. But Taranza turned around before the two’s attack got through. “What are you up to-!?” Shouted Taranza loudly, where he protected the mirror with his six hands spread widely. Meta Knight drew his sword back just before he ended up slashing at Taranza. Kirby also spitted air out and landed. “What do......you think you’re doing......!?” Said Taranza in an eerily low voice.

“Snap out of it, Taranza.” Shouts Meta Knight. “Stop it......I won’t let you......pick on......Sectonia......!” “Queen Sectonia is gone. An illusion is all that you’re looking at. Open your eyes, Taranza.” “I shall protect her!” Taranza’s six hands swiftly stretched threads out. Kirby jumped aside in a hurry, but Meta Knight was a moment too late. The strings twined around Meta Knight’s limbs and deprived him of his freedom. “Meta Knight!” Shouts Kirby. Meta Knight tries to cut the string in desperation, but Taranza’s threads are powerful. No matter how much he struggles, he cannot tear them off even with how nigh-invisibly thin they are. Taranza laughed in a gloating manner. “Kuhuhuhu......you’ll get to feel my power!” “Stop it, Taranza! You’ll be in danger at this rate!” Yells Kirby, but Taranza isn’t lending his ears. On the contrary, he turned his eyes filled with fury to Kirby. “You’re next!” Taranza firmly pulled his hands controlling the strings. Meta Knight raised his sword overhead and slashed at Kirby.

Kirby just barely avoided the sword. “......” Meta Knight once again stood ready with his sword in silence. Not only his body, but even his mind has ended up under the control of Taranza. Taranza is a ‘Master of Puppetry;’ an expert in a frightening magic that makes the opponent that he seized move as he wants. “Meta Knight!” Even Kirby’s shouts couldn’t bring Meta Knight back to his senses. Kirby is doing all he can to avoid his swift attacks. Taranza laughed out loud. “Uhuhuhu! Look, Sectonia. I really am helpful, see!” “Taranza!” Kirby was driven to the wall slowly but steadily. If he had a Copy Ability, he would definitely be able to cut Taranza’s strings and have Meta Knight come to his senses. But had no opponents to inhale right now. Meta Knight rushed at Kirby, having lost his mind.

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My Hero Academia Main 3 Boys x Reader

Ch. 15 Hakamata vs Bakugou

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A/N: OKAY WAIT I CAN EXPLAIN SDFJEVJ- 

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You watched the next battle feeling more upbeat, thanking everyone as they gave you their congratulations. You were in awe at the fight between Bakugou and Kirishima, seeing as the former was on the defensive until the latter was suffering due to the overuse of his quirk. Bakugou had sent relentless attack after attack, managing to knock Eijiro out and win the battle. 

“With that vicious win, Bakugou advances to the third round! Ladies and gentlemen, take a look at our final four.”

You glance up to the big screen to see a picture of you along with Bakugou, Todoroki, and Iida on it, the cheers erupting all around the stadium. You chug down your 5th bottle of water before turning on your heel to walk out; you hadn’t sat down, choosing to stand by the entrance just to watch the fight. 

You throw your bottle in the trash as you head down the hallway, spotting a boy making his way towards you,

“Hey, Izuku,” you wave, a smile on your face, “you’re looking, well, better.”

“O-oh, hey! Yea, I guess so,” he smiled back sheepishly, his arm in a cast and he was bandaged all over, “Recovery Girl healed me up, enough to walk at least.”

“Shouldn’t you be resting up then? It’s not smart to make your injuries worse you know.”

“I’ll be fine, really, I don’t want to miss any more battles. This is where everyone’s efforts are paying off, including yours. Congrats on being top four, (y/n).” He beams, there was that excited gleam in his eye, the one he gets when he watches a pro at work. 

“O-oh, thanks-” You blush at the look, being cut off as he starts to rant.

“Tokoyami is super strong, and you managed to win! I mean, since I also found out about Dark Shadows and Tokoyami’s weakness I assumed you would have no trouble taking him down. Not saying you wouldn’t have won without a weakness! I don’t doubt you and your abilities, really, you’re an amazing fighter! I wish I would have been able to see your fight, but at least I’ll be able to watch you go up against Kaachan-”

Your laughter brought him out of his word vomit, and he felt the blush grow along his face. He knew he often had issues with muttering whatever he thought, but for some reason it was worse when he was with you; his tongue felt heavy in his mouth, his head was light, and he couldn’t help how he spoke his mind. He liked talking to you, telling you everything he thought. You always gave him your full attention, no matter how crazy, long, or irritating it was.

Maybe that’s why he found you so captivating?

“S-sorry, I was doing it again..”

“Don’t be, and you were with me in spirit Deku! Even if you didn’t get to watch. Plus, I doubted myself against Tokoyami in the first place, I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” You watched as his eyes widened.

“But I didn’t! I-”

“I know, thank you. I mean it,” you bite your lip to contain the grin that wants to break across your face, “you always believe in me and I appreciate it. You’re the best, Izuku.”

The large blush that spread across his body made you giggle once more before you continued forward, glancing back to give a dazzling smile. 

“Now go watch those matches, I’ll be listening for your cheers when it’s my turn!”

“Ye-yeah…” The goofy grin stayed on his face the rest of his journey to the stands. 

You made it to the waiting room, breathing in deeply as you steal your nerves for the next match. You were calmer this time, not in the sense of feeling confident, oh no.

You were going up against Bakugou Katsuki; one of the strongest and smartest guys you've ever met. He had such an incredible display of reflexes and skills, for this fight you knew you had to be smart and cautious if you wanted half a chance against him. 

The more you thought about it, the more you felt as if your head would explode. There weren’t really a lot of ways to go about it; he didn’t have a huge drawback like yours or Tokoyami’s, his greatest weakness was most likely the prolonged use of his quirk, and the strain it provided on his muscles and fibers in his arms. He wasn’t stupid either, he quick reaction times and well thought up plans-as long as Izuku wasn’t involved.

He always lost it when it came to Deku. 

The sound of announcements rang overhead, and you snapped out of your thoughts to see you've been sitting for about five minutes or so. You stand and leave the room, heading out of the waiting room and towards the arena. 

Walking up the steps, you saw your opponent already waiting. The pillars in the corners erupting with flames, the crowd being drowned out by the booming voice of Present Mic. 

“And now, Bakugou vs Hakamata! These two have been coming out high in the ranks all day, let’s see which one can handle the heat better! Those destructive explosions or that fiery light! There could have also been sparks of a burning romance between these two, will this be the end of it!?” 

“You’re jumping to conclusions again.”

You desperately ignore the teasing words, knowing your dad was definitely going to have a talk with you once this was all over. You noticed the slight flushing of Bakugou’s face, knowing he must’ve been annoyed by the accusations as well. 

“Oh well, ready!? BEGIN!”

Wasting no time, you spring forward, using your quirk to give you a boost as you drew your arm back for an attack. Bakugou cocked his own right arm, setting off an explosion to get you to back off. You dodge, bringing your arm down and having light extend to the ground to push off and throw you up into the air. Maneuvering behind him you extend your leg, knocking an elongated beam of light into his back.

He let out a grunt, and without missing a beat turning and reaching to grab a hold of your ankle. You willed the light to wrap around your ankle, raising the heat in hopes of him letting go.

“Fuck!”

He still held on, despite any pain, throwing you over his shoulder onto the concrete. You caught yourself, landing in a crouched position. There wasn’t a clear way to beat him from a distance, nor was there a clear victory to beat him in close combat. The longer he continued, the more he’d sweat-the more his quirk would be fueled.

All you had to do was bring the heat, be fast, get him out of bounds. 

Bakugou stared straight into your eyes and saw how determined you were, the steely focus that left him feeling weird. As if he were hyper aware yet dazed at the same time; you were strong, there was no doubt in his mind that you could kick some ass, even if you had some doubt against yourself. 

However, no matter how large your smile was, how bright that stupid sparkle in your eye was after you won a match, he couldn’t afford to lose. He was angry; angry at people for thinking less of him, angry with people assuming he was all talk, angry with Icy Hot-acting as if Deku was more of a threat than he was. He needed to fight to prove himself, and he’d take down anyone in his way. Even if it was you. 

He threw an open palm towards you, a large exploding firing that you couldn’t dodge went straight towards your face. Thankfully you weren’t sent flying back, your quick thinking allowing you to extend your light as a brace to hold you steady at the impact, mentally thanking Todoroki for the move.

Since you were able to steady yourself, along with having the cover of the smoke, countering was a move Bakugou clearly didn’t expect as you lunged forward and landed a punch against his cheek.

“That was a solid hit little miss Hakamata delivered!”

The moment your fist connected you saw the look on his face; that glare and that feral grin of his as it spread across his lips.

“FUCKING DIE!”

His shout accompanied a larger, more forceful explosion, this time successfully knocking you back. You rolled along the ground, quickly picking yourself up as you sent multiple beams of light yourself to counter his explosions. They were hindering your aim, knocking into each other and effectively missing him. 

It was all too frustrating.

You thought of a way you could beat him, but to do so you’d be taking an even bigger risk than you did with Tokoyami. At least in that battle, you were pretty darn sure your light would do the trick. You tried a move, a calculated risk, and it all fell into place thankfully. This time however, you had one chance and if you screwed up; it’d be all over. 

If there was a way to maneuver him closer to the edge, you could rush at him with your light speed and hit him with a giant blast of light to knock him over the edge. 

All you needed to do was get him to step out of bounds, you could do this. 

Throughout your thinking, you had been countering Bakugou’s explosions, and vice versa with him flinging explosions your way to counteract your light. It was getting easier to see his power growing, the more sweat he was able to produce was giving him that boost. While in turn, your body only began to grow even warmer, uncomfortably so. You wanted nothing more than to rip off the new jacket you put on, to cool off in some way, but you were unable. 

This battle was going on for too long, and you couldn’t risk it continuing, so you slowly started to back away and put distance between you two. 

Bakugou didn’t seem to notice, so you hoped, as you made it far enough away to not be so close to the edge but just enough to give you a boost. You grunt, the heat feeling stronger as you let it course through you, glowing once more and rushing at the boy in front of you. 

When you were using your light speed, despite how fast you traveled, you were able to see just about everything around you. The contrast was weird, but it was one you were used to with practice. You were unable to grab or touch anything in this form, since you were practically light yourself, so to be able to get Bakugou out of the ring you had to quickly go back to your original state. 

Doing so, you only had a split second to see Bakugou’s eyes widen as you used your body to ram into his chest. You hear him gasp out, the force of you slamming into him causing the breath to escape from his lungs, as he was sent flying back. 

Your hands on his chest draw light, extending it to help you further, sending you both in opposite directions; instead of following him out of the ring, you fall backwards as he skids across the ground and flies through the air towards the ground.

‘This is it,’ you think to yourself, watching him fall. 

The smile on your face was immediately wiped away as you saw how Bakugou twisted in the air, arms pointed down towards the ground as he used his quirk to propel himself upwards. You try to stand, pushing away your dizzy spell as you try to send more light beams to get him off course and have him fall. 

It was no good. 

Katsuki used his quirk to rush you this time, just as you did him, and sent wave after wave of explosions your way while still in the air. Just like that it was over, the force of his quirk knocked you off, the heat only making your head spin as you fell onto the ground off the arena.

Your body was hot, it was aching, and you were trying to breath but found it difficult to do so-you reached your limit. Two big moves in one day was too much for you to handle, and you saw black in the corner of your eyes. 

The stadium was silent for a moment, Midnight’s voice being the last thing you heard before your eyes fluttered closed.

“Hakamata is out of bounds, Bakugou is the winner!”

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Naked Proposal [Gilbert Redford x Reader] SFW

Word Count: 2800+ Genre: Fluff (like.. really fluffy) Pairing: Gilbert Redford x Reader Rating: slight, very very slight sexual situations while being naked and a bit of touching, but it’s nothing Notes: Please bear with my grammar and stuff. English is not my native language and this is merely translated from my wording of my native language, so some sentences may sound.. a bit weird. I apologize! (This is a pairing with Gilbert, but you could say it is in the timeline of Dante’s best ending, because of the Lao-Shu being gone)

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It was another sunny day in Creta. The hottest day of the year, Gilbert and I still enjoyed our daily stroll through this lively district. No matter where we went, Gilbert was always greeted warmly by the people and almost every civilian was allowed to call him Gil. Gilbert loved to show other people, expecially lonely men who try to woo any woman they see, that I belonged to him. He always put his arm around my waist and occasionally hugged me as the men greeted him. As soon as their eyes fell on me and how protectively my dear boyfriend had pulled me to him, they didn't even try to hit on me. Our walk took us past Nina's shop, where we always made a short stop and talked a little with the her. And like always, Nina asked when we are going to bring our relationship to the final stage - i.e. marriage.

Gilbert always found a suitable answer, such as that we still had a lot of time and should not rush things. And that we already lived together anyway and didn't need a wedding to show everyone how much we love each other.

I largely agreed with his reasoning, but frankly ... I wanted to get married at some point ... Gilbert, on the other hand, seemed to want to remain to be a free spirit. Maybe he just wanted to leave all options open in case he wanted something better than- "[Y/n] ..?"

Gilbert's slightly worried exclamation got me out of my thoughts and I looked at him questioningly. "Uh .. yeah?" I asked, seeing that his face was a little alarming. “You are so quiet today and you seem like you are not there mentally. Is everything all right? ”He asked, giving my hip an affected squeeze with his hand as he pulled me close and gave my forehead a loving kiss. "I'm sorry. I have to get used to the fact that, after the whole thing and the problems that the Lao Shu have caused, peace has finally returned and it has become so quiet. I guess my head is still busy processing everything. ", I explained to him and hoped that he would believe me. Apparently he did, because his gaze softened. "I understand. You don't have to worry anymore. Everything has become calm. Even Roberto doesn't cause us any more trouble. ", He assured me and put a strand of hair from my face gently. "Hey .. It's pretty hot today, should we head to our favorite ice cream parlor on the slope, from where you can see the beach?" He asked and I smiled at him. His attitude has helped me often to forget negative thoughts and so I nodded at his suggestion. "Sure! But is it okay if you just take a day off today? Oliver will surely be mad when we come back. ", I sighed. Gilbert wasn't unreliable and usually he was more than aware of his position as mafia boss, but sometimes his spontaneity got in the way and he'd just kidnapped me out of here and left everything behind, including his duties. “I've already considered that and settled it. I left him a message that we are with the Falzone and that I have a few things to discuss with Dante, how we want to regulate the division of the city, since the Lao Shu are no longer there. And we will probably need a few days and therefore even spend the night at the Falzone mansion. So that means we have time. ", He winked at me with a slightly childish smile and I slapped my hand over my forehead. “And you think he'll buy that from you? Come on. Even though it's true that the Visconti and the Falzone are now allied, it sounds totally unrealistic that the Falzone Boss lets the Visconti Boss stay the night in his mansion. ”I said and just shook my head slightly. Gilbert laughed softly and shrugged. “It's Dante. He only looks so cool and unapproachable on the outside. But actually he's a softie. Is it true or am I right? ”He asked me and I laughed softly. What he was talking about could not be denied. "And besides, I have you with me too. You're the convincing argument that he would let us stay the night, ”he added, winking at me. "Gil ... It's still not okay to lie to your men like that .." "I know .. But .. Hey, we haven't had so much time for each other in a long time and .. I just miss being alone with you. Is that bad? ”His question made my heart melt again. We'd been together for so long and his words still had such a big impact on me. "Of course not .." I said softly and snuggled against his strong chest as we walked to the ice cream parlor. Gilbert smiled and stroked my back as he slowed down a little so that we could continue walking in this intimate position.

When we arrived at the ice cream parlor, we ordered our usual flavors: [favorite flavour] for me and coffee for Gilbert. And as usual, every now and then we bit off each other's ice cream while our arms were hooked. The people, who watched us, always had smiling faces and some even whistled at us. “People still stare at us like that. They should have been used to seeing us so closely by now. ”Gilbert smiled and casually licked a piece of melted ice from the side of my mouth as if it were completely natural. I smiled and then closed my eyes. “Seems like they have to get used at seeing you with the same woman over and over again. Since you've always been known as a playboy, who never wanted to commit. ", I answered him and it seemed as if the topic was a sore point for Gilbert too, because he became silent when we stood at a railing that went down to the Beach looked down from above. I felt a bit guilty and wanted to apologize, but my heart sank to my boots and I stood silently next to him and looked at the sea. The rest of our ice cream melted away until we finally looked at each other. "Do you miss those times when you were still unbound and were able to flirt freely with everyone?" I suddenly asked, because of course I also noticed that Gilbert had hardly, actually not at all, flirted with the other women in Creta since we confessed at each other. Gilbert's eyes widened somewhat in surprise at this question and he tossed the cone into a nearby trash can so he could grab my shoulders with both hands. "What are you talking about? Why should I miss it? I have never been so happy as with you in my life. So .. don't think I would ever trade that for anything again. ", He spoke resolutely and in such a serious voice that I swallowed lightly. Now I felt stupid for my negative thoughts and looked slightly ashamed to the ground. "You're right. I'm sorry. “, I whispered and closed my eyes. Gilbert was silent for a moment before I felt a finger under my chin. I opened my eyes again and Gilbert lifted my head with his index finger and looked intensely into my eyes. "No need to apologize. Hey, look at me. ", He spoke softly when I tried to avert my gaze from him again. At his gentle command, I looked him in the eye again and noticed how lovingly he was looking at me. "I love you. Only you. And I'd be the biggest idiot of all time if I let you go again. Was that understandable? ”He asked me in a tone that left no room for argument. All I could do now was a slight nod and Gilbert's mouth formed a big smile. "Good," he said and his face came closer. When our lips touched, I could still taste the caffeine from his ice cream on it. Mixed with the taste of his lips, it was so tantalising that I forgot all my worries when I put my arms around him and gently kissed him back.

After our lips parted, we looked deeply into each other's eyes for a while and smiled. I put my arms around him and hugged him tightly and gently as I buried my head in his chest. "Sometimes.. I wonder how I deserved you .." I sighed softly into his skin through the open neckline and felt Gilbert laugh softly as he hugged me. "I ask myself this question with you every day," he replied a little teasingly and stroked my back. "Mmm. But if we stand in the blazing sun for longer, the heat will melt me ​​away. ”His spontaneous change of subject came in very handy before this got out of hand. After all, we weren't alone out here. “It's really damn hot today. So hot that I could jump straight into the sea when I see it from here. ”I replied and pulled away from him. "Then ... let's go there?" He asked naturally. "What? Right now? ”I asked, slightly taken by surprise. "Sure.", He just grinned at me. “But we don't have anything with us. Neither towel nor swimwear? ”I frowned and when I saw Gilbert grin slyly. I knew EXACTLY what was he would answer.. “It's so hot that we don't need to dry off. The sun does. And .. we don't need swimwear either. We just go to an empty part of the beach behind the rocks. We are undisturbed there. And we don't need swimwear among each other, do we? ”He asked me with a mischievous grin and his hand ran along my sides in a provoking manner. I closed my eyes but then had to laugh quietly. "Your spontaneity really knows no bounds," I said with a smile when Gilbert was pulling me down to the slope to the beach when he took my hand. "I know, but that's exactly why you love me," he replied with a grin and I let myself be dragged along with a laugh. Fortunately, the negative thoughts had finally disappeared and I was sure: I didn't need a wedding. I already felt like the woman who was lucky enough to stay at his side forever.

And that was enough for me. We found an isolated spot on the coast. It was well hidden by rocks so that no one could watch us from above. After we had made sure that there really wasn't a soul around, we began to undress. It was an act we were already more than used to, so I felt no shame as I undressed in front of him. We put our clothes far enough away so that they didn't get wet from the current and I took my first steps into the icy water. "Waaah .. This is colder than I thought." I shook myself and stopped. Suddenly Gilbert grabbed me from behind and threw me over his shoulder. "Aaah? Gil? Let me down immediately! ”I ordered him and gently slapped him on the back as he laughed and ran into the water. "The best way to get used to the water is to jump full pipe into it's coldness ~" he sang, and I suspected what this would lead to. "No, don't-"

Too late.

Without warning, he threw me into the cold seawater, and I heard a dull laugh while I was under the water. After I reappeared, I gave him a pat on the back of the head and gave a slightly angry look. "Idiot." I growled softly. "I love you too." Gilbert countered amused and began to dive in front of me. He emerged a little further and floated on his back. "Ah .. that feels good.", He said and closed his eye. I swam next to him, when I got used to the cold water it was really nice and refreshing. "Oh yeah. We really need a large swimming pool in the garden of the Visconti mansion. ”I laughed. "Naw. I've made this suggestion to Oliver many times, but then there is always a long scolding, what a waste of money that would be and we are here in the Mafia and blablabla. You know that. “, Gilbert answered with a slight pout and I had to laugh quietly. Gilbert could just be so incredibly cute. "Yes, I know that very well." I smirked and looked at him when he leaned forward again and held out his hand to me. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me close to his naked body and put his arms around me. My eyes almost closed on their own as I enjoyed that hug. We lingered like that for a moment before he spoke again.

"I love you," he whispered softly and nibbled my cheek. Gilbert was an old-school romantic. He told me so many times a day that he loved me and other sweet things. I loved that side of him so much. "I love you too." I replied smiling and catched his lips for a demanding kiss. Gilbert's hand grabbed my bottom under water and stroked my thigh to bend my leg around his waist. This made me feel even more of him and I pressed my body more into his through this hot kiss. The ice-cold water made our nipples perky and more sensitive than usual. “Should we go back to the shore? The water is a little too cold to stay in here longer. ", I asked and Gilbert nodded when he let go of me and we swam back to the coast. When I tried to sit down on the rock, he stopped me. "Wait," he said and took his black jacket, which he usually wore casually around his shoulders. I have NEVER seen him ever wear the jacket. It was probably just about style. He spread it out on the rock and indicated that we should sit on it. "Gil .. The jacket will get dirty.", I sighed and shook my head. "Oh, but nothing that can be cleaned though." Gilbert waved his hand and I felt sorry for the maids .. Who knows what problems they had because of his 'You can wash everything' .. After a quick glare with a raised eyebrow, I gave in and sat on the soft jacket. Gilbert did the same and sat cross-legged next to me. He pulled me close with his arm and our heads were snuggled together as we let the summer sun dry us off. There was a pleasant silence between us and I was dozing off when I heard Gilbert mumble something. "Now or never.."

His words made me look up and I blinked. "What do you mean by that?" I asked and Gilbert looked at me with slightly red cheeks as if I had caught him doing something weird. He cleared his throat to maintain his composure and then straightened up in front of me. He took my hand in both of his hands and looked at me insistently but lovingly. "All along I didn't know how to say it, but .. It's just a fact that you've enriched my life. Thanks to you I am so happy as I have never been in my life. And .. I also realized that I never want another woman by my side again. And also .. even if that sounds strange from my mouth, since I never wanted to settle down .. ", he began and my heart almost began to stop when I realized what he was getting at ..

" [Y/n] .. " he started again and one of his hands went to his pants, which lay next to us with our other things. He took out a small, red velvet box from his pocket and went down on one knee. He was completely naked, but he knelt in front of me and held my hand again. "[Y/n] .. Do you want to be my wife? Do you want to be by my side forever and lead the Visconti family into a better future with me? "

My jaw dropped down. I was completely overwhelmed. He actually proposed to me. Tears of joy began to stream down my face and I could only knock him over when I threw myself into his arms. "Yes .. Yes, of course I want! Gil .. I never thought you'd ask me .. ", I mumbled into the crook of his neck and Gilbert kissed my tears away as he hugged me tightly and took a small gold ring out of the box. It was a diamond with two small [gems that has the color of your eyes] on their side. He took my hand and put the ring on my ring finger while looking at me happily. "Thank you. You make me the happiest man on the planet. Although .. I was already the happiest one before the proposal. ", He winked teasingly and I smiled when I hugged and kissed him again. And so my life was finally complete ..

THE END Working on an extended lemon ending, lemme know if you wanna read this!

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