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Perditus Arma - Obedience

Something I have discovered is that humans have a hard time understanding concept of our nature; our desire to serve our masters. We are not slaves or servants…we have our own free will and make our own choices. However, we all have the inherited drive to follow our masters. We may not agree with what they are doing or what they ask of us but we do it regardless. Our masters’ can beat us, break us and push us to the edge of our limits but we will not turn away from their side. We are created to protect them. It is simply something we cannot ignore…

“You go on ahead and meet up with the director.” Angeal told his young, hyperactive protege. “We will handle these ones.”

As Zack ran off, the First Class made quick work of the Genesis Copies, his Buster Blade bouncing near by in his human for, curious and confused about the situation.

“Why do these ones look like Rapier’s Master?” The blond looked down at the copies and scratched his head, frowning slightly.

“That is for us to know and you to find out my dear thick headed oaf!” A rather playful voice pipped.

Turning around Buster was greeted by the smirking face of his companion in arms and fellow living blade, Red Rapier. The elegant blade was accompanied by his Master who pulled Angeal away to speak to him privately.

Buster beamed brightly at his friend, pulling him into a great hug easily lifting the smaller blade off the ground. “We have been looking everywhere for you!” The blond laughed happily. “We where so afraid you where dead. I am glad you are okay. Masamune is here too I hear. I where just about to meet up with him and Director Lizard.”

Rapier laughed lightly, a chuckle that seemed unusual to Buster. It was the kind of laugh that Rapier gave him when he was hiding something; toying with him.

“We aren’t going back.” the red blade told him in a rather condescending tone, as if that fact was perfectly clear to those smart enough to see it.

“What?” Buster frowned slightly, looking to his Master who was looking rather grave but had turned and was starting down the path with Genesis, the path that was in the opposite direction in where they were suppose to be heading.

“Master!” Buster trotted up to his caretaker, confusing tainting his voice. “We have to go meet up with the others.”

“We are not going back.” The soldier told him in a stern tone.

“But Master…”

“That is enough.” Angeal replied curtly. “Come.”

Buster stopped and blinked at the manner in which his Master spoke to him. Frowning, he trotted back to Rapier’s side.

“Rapier, what is going on? I don’t understand.”

Rapier gave the older blade a light smirk and a shrug. “There is nothing to understand.” he replied simply. “We have left Shinra and you and your master are coming with us. That is why we are here, to fetch you.”

Buster stopped in the middle of the road, his brain having a hard time processing the situation in which he was currently faced. “We can’t leave. What about Masamune? We are suppose to go meet up with the director. We said we would.”

Rapier sighed and stopped, turning around to face Buster, growing agitated at the others unwillingness to behave. “Fine. You want to go back so bad then go back. Leave your master’s side. I am sure he will be fine without you. However, if something does happen to him, you will only have yourself to blame. After all, it was you who left him behind. All that effort that was put into creating you, the debt that Angeal’s family had to suffer for creating the sword that was to protect their son. You know, his father died trying to repay all the money that it took to make you. But…” Rapier shrugged and turned around, starting back down the path. “You do whatever you want.”

Buster pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes, a lump catching in his throat and settling down into his stomach as he stole a glance back  behind him before following behind the group.

Even though most people do not understand our nature…at that moment…I felt as if they all were taking advantage of it.

Ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ， Ｉ＇ｄ ｆｉｇｈｔ ｔｈｅ ｇｏｄｓ

⇝ 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘺

✦ 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘞𝘈𝘛𝘛𝘗𝘈𝘋 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺-𝘴𝘢𝘯)

✦ 𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯:

⋆ 𝘍𝘦𝘮. 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘩𝘦/𝘩𝘦𝘳

⋆ 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵/𝘍𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘈𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘈𝘜

⋆𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘔𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩, 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

When the youngest son of the Kazekage was born, around the same time, a girl was born.

One is a monster.

One is claimed to rival the intellect of those in the Nara clan.

Both were born for each other. [Name] was trained for the longest time, by the best shinobi the village had to offer, to protect their best weapon.

A master for a sword.

But she didn't do what they expected her to do. Even though no one would go near Gaara, [Name] was the one who stuck by him, through thick and thin.

It was only a matter of time before they fell in love with each other. And the moment Gaara became Kazekage, she became Anbu Captian and the Head of the entire army the Sand Village had to offer. The second most powerful, right behind Gaara.

And everyone knew not to say bad things about the Kazakage when she was around. It always ended with someone in the hospital. And it wasn't her.

They all whispered about how much she loved him. All talked about how the Captian had lost control the minute she saw him.

Saw her life, her everything, her Gaara, motionless, on the ground, being sat on.

Ｈｏｗ ｄａｒｅ ｔｈｅｙ？

Sleepless nights, ever since the kidnapping of Gaara reached her ears, while she was on a mission. She came back to the village so fast, that people say she rivalled the speed of the Yellow Flash.

And now they are telling her that he is dead? Dead? No, she refused it. Because when he died, her heart would automatically stop. Her love would kill her right there and then.

And she wasn't dead.

Deidara had only started speaking about art, when his head hit the ground, rolling away from his body.

ʎzɐɹɔ ǝɯ ǝpɐɯ ǝʌol 'ǝɯ ǝɯɐlq ʇ,uoᗡ

Sasori jumped back, shivers running up his back, because of the look in her eyes. The absolute hatred and rage, that promised his death. Those eyes held more death than those of the Tailed Beasts.

In the end, there were two Akatsuki dead, and only one person fighting. The Konoha shinobi were shell shocked. Shocked at how she moved.

But she didn't care. Because Gaara wasn't waking up, no matter how much she shook him.

"Gaara-sama, Gaara-sama!"

There were tears forming in her eyes. She's never cried before. Sakura came around, her hands glowing green with chakra. She glanced up at [Name] before she placed them on his chest.

"Pulse, none. Time of death-"

She was cut off abruptly as [Name] pushed her away, placing her own hands on his chest.

"I was meant to protect. I was made to protect. To serve. He changed me. He saved me. My life is his as long as he exists."

Chiyo's eyes widened as she noticed how the speaking girl manipulated her chakra.

"𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨, 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙗𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙂𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩."

Chiyo gave a hand signal to Sakura, who quickly got up and circled behind [Name]. Who was too busy pouring her life essence into Gaara.

One nerve. Three ounces of pressure. And a distracted captain.

[Name] was unconscious.

Everyone knows how that mission ended.

But after the war. After everything, [Name] got the one order that she dreaded.

ʇɥɓıɹ ʇı ɓuıop ʇ,uıɐ noʎ 'ʇ,usǝop ʇı ɟI

"[Full Name], as of right now you are being taken off of duty for your lack of management during your latest mission."

Her heart dropped. 

"I'm sorry?"

Gaara just stared ahead, looking at the wall behind her.

"I'm taking you off duty."

[Name] searched the eyes of her beloved, trying to see if he was messing with her. To see if he was understanding how this would hurt her. Hurt them.

"I didn't do anything wrong."

Gaara's eyes flicked to hers.

"I'm not going to change my mind."

"You can't do this! This is the one constant that's been in my life, Gaara. I'm a damn good shinobi. And, I didn't do anything wrong. I was trying to protect my teammates and eliminate the enemy! It was the best option I could up with! ME! The Genius of this village."

"[Name]-"

"NO! This is bullshit. I know I came back injured, but that's part of the job description! The reason you're giving me is shitty as fuck! I couldn't really think of another fucking escape plan, and I thought being injured but ALIVE was better than being tortured and DEAD."

They were standing toe to toe. She couldn't believe her ears. [Name] understood that her plan wasn't perfect, but her plan promised escape, alive, without any casualties. And that was more than enough for her to take a couple of kunai to her body to escape with her comrades.

"I won't. Change. My. Mind."

"Fine. Then don't talk to me. Because you're not listening."

And with that, [Name] turned and left his office, tears swimming in her eyes.

The next few days, it was absolute radio silence. Neither of them spoke to the other. And Gaara had appointed Temari as the new Captain.

A few days turned into a few weeks and nothing changed. Gaara had gotten better at expressing himself. But that entire fight he had with [Name] still made him want to jump out of the window.

He just didn't want to lose her. He wanted her to be safe. To be with him.

But you were right. It came with the job description. And you were a damn good shinobi. Plus, if you were saying that the plan you came up with was the best option, then you must have thought through everything else.

So, yeah, he realized, he was in the wrong for this. But how was he going to apologize to you after being so dumb?

In the end, he decided a little drink would help him think up a solution. So he dragged along Kankuro and headed over to the nearest bar for some sake.

---

After a couple of drinks, and a complete breakdown on his brother's shoulder, Gaara stumbled his way to the hotel room you were living in.

"[Name]~~, open up baby. I need'ta," he hiccuped, "Need'ta ta'k to you babe."

The door creaked open, and your stoic face showed up in his blurry vision.

"Gaara-sama?" his heart hurt that you used the honorific, one that you had reluctantly left behind. Gaara's eyes flashed, something low and guttural swimming in his eyes. His hands grabbed the edge of the door and pushed it open, while he finally stood up to his full height.

"Don' ta'k like that, baby~"

[Name] looked on, unimpressed but slightly surprised that he was drunk. She led him inside and laid him down on the bed, pulling his shoes off and bringing a bucket to him in case he throws up.

"I'll be leaving now, Gaara-sama. I hope you have a good night's rest."

She turns to leave when a hand catches onto her wrist and yanks. [Name] stumbles backwards and falls into the bed, her back flush against his chest.

"[Name]," his voice vibrated through her body, and she couldn't help but sink into his arms, finally feeling at home after a long time.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I should've trusted you, and I can't express how regretful I am I said those things to you, and how mad I am at myself for not trusting you."

Her breathing stills, as she realizes that Gaara wasn't as drunk as he had acted. If anything, he might be just a little tipsy at best.

"I was, I was just so scared of losing you after everything we've been through. Terrified that after all the fighting, blood, and war, I'd lose you and I, I would've never lived."

Turning, [Name] planted a kiss on his lips, his hands immediately flying to her hips and pulling, deepening the kiss.

"It's okay," she replies after pulling away, "I understand how you feel."

Gaara gives her a puzzled look. She laughs, hollow and empty as if she was in a place that robbed her of light.

"That time when the Akatsuki got you, Gaara, I was gone. Terrified, angry, and so sad. So, so sad I wanted to die thinking you were dead. And now, I never, ever want to see that again, so I try to do everything in my power to prevent that from happening."

He just squeezes your hips in return leaning in and touching your foreheads together.

"I think, I'm gonna sign us up for some therapy, and maybe we could have a date tomorrow? Oh and also, you have a lot of work to do 'cause Temari has been doing nothing 'cause she is mad at me."

She laughs, happy and feeling like a burden has been lifted off her shoulders. The rest of the night is spent with laughter and love, feeling as if the two had gotten closer to each other than ever before.

⇝𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

Incorrect definitions

Bullshit, bullshitting

A Writer’s best friend and worst enemy.

Your destruction awes me

Darling, You’re glowing (1)

There are no words to describe how much you adore Naruto.

Ever since you and him met each other when you were children, you have always loved him with your entire heart. You made sure that he had someone to come home to. You made sure he had balanced meals and helped him with whatever Academy stuff you could as a civilian.

But you both were hiding secrets that you didn’t even know about. How he was a weapon for the village, a power chip in the grand scheme of shinobi politics. How, with a flick of his fingers, entire landscapes would change to follow his command.

And you? You also had a power lying dormant in you. A last, desperate ditch for the village. A sacrifice that would buy them time to run, to protect their weapon. It was woven into your very being, cells riddled with seals.

As Naruto had left the village to train, Tsunade calls you over. As a lowly civilian, this would’ve shocked you, but by being so close with Naruto, his connections in the shinobi world were yours as well.

“You called for me, Hokage-sama?”

Tsunade turns towards you, her hand just barely crushing a file as she moves to sit down at her desk.

“It seems like my sensei has hidden a far bigger secret in this village.”

You stood there, baffled and confused. Yes, you knew about Naruto. When you both had learned about his secret, he was devastated, and you were there to console him. Told him that you would never see him as a monster, and he is Naruto, not the demon fox spirit sealed inside. You didn’t care, because you would love him regardless.

“It seems that you are a fail safe. A last resort of defence for the jinchuriki of the village.”

As Tsunade went on explain how you were a dormant ninja, with powers rivaling the Shodiame Hokage, there was a high pitched ringing in your ears. Seals. Thousands of them. The thrum of them loud now that you were aware. All throughout you. In you.

Nonononononononononono…

Did you love Naruto? Or was it controlled by the seals inside of you? Was the love you felt for him real? Are your own thoughts real?

Did you belong to yourself?

“It also appears,” Tsunade continues, “That the power will kill you due to the strain it will put on your body, as it is not developed.” She sighs, “Therefore, up on the activation of the power, you would die by the time the danger is over.”

why

Your mind was silent. Or too loud, you couldn’t tell. You stared up to the Hokage. Tsunade’s eyes are filled with anger, rage and sadness.

“I was hoping that we would be able to train you, help you harness the power, but according to the notes written here, that will result in immediate death, as a attack if anyone was trying to control you.” Her eyes flash. “It is more likely that we may heal you, but we won’t know what side effects will occur.”

whywhywhywhy

Your heart had already shattered to a million pieces, but it seems like your life wanted to follow. But, you have to push it all aside. You have a duty to Naruto.

You will love him, no matter if it was written into you, or by your own violation. You will always love and protect Naruto. You couldn’t care less about yourself.

“… what would you like me to do, Hokage-sama?”

Because even if you were a civilian, even if you would die, the only thought that echoed in the remnants of your heart was that at least you could finally do something for Naruto.

Tsunade eyes harden, and you know your talking to a military leader of deadly humans, and not a leader of the village anymore.

“Since the anchor of the seal, my sensei has died, we are gonna to have to seal you. It will be like jail, constantly monitored with reapplications of seals by Kakashi until Jiraya returns.”

The dread, the hopelessness, and the anguish that fell upon you brought you to your knees, although you didn’t let a single tear fall.

“I understand, Hokage-sama.”

With a wave of her hand, Kakashi shunshins into the office. With his one eye, he looks at you with sorrow. You are close with Team 7, by always wanting to tag along with Naruto. You might as well be apart of the team.

And as you are led to the gutters of the village, as you are stripped into nothing but your undergarments, as the shackles clamps around your hand and feet, bringing you to your knees, you can only think of him.

Naruto

His name is a tattoo your heart beats into your chest, his face the only thing you can see in your mind. The first tear trickles down your face. Kakashi looks down at you with sorrow, even as his steady hands start the application of the seal around the ground you kneel on.

“Kakashi-sensei?”

He looks down at the ground. You continue.

“I am never going to leave until I have to die, am I?”

You voice cracks on the final words, and Kakashi flinches as if it were a whip. You were barely thirteen.

As the first cold stroke of the ink settles on your lower back, your final wish for Naruto to be able to move on echoes in your mind.

Then, Kakashi’s chakra wraps around you, and all you know is pain.

Part 2

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

⇝𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 (2)

⇝Part 1

Naruto bounded into his village after three years. Three years of no friends, only Ero-sennin and training, training, training.

Well, that’s the gist of it.

But now, he can go and meet you, Sakura, Kakashi-sensei. Maybe he should buy flowers for you first.

Jumping up onto a near by pillar, he scans Konoha’s roads for flower shops, and perhaps you.

“Naruto!” Sakura shouts from the bottom.

Naruto jumps down, gives her a hug, and they slip into their usual banter. But Naruto’s mind hasn’t forgotten about his previous endeavour. So, in true Naruto fashion, he stops Sakura in the middle of her sentence to ask where you were.

Her face shutters in a way that sends him back to that one morning where he lost his friend. Sakura’s face is a haunting memory and for one second, a second that felt like eternity itself had sat down to watch the show, the worst of his imagination fills his mind.

Naruto turns around and bounds, leaps, soars above the houses in a mad rush to the Hokage tower.

Pleasepleasepleasenononononono

His heart is barely beating but it’s also a thundering drum in his chest. Naruto crashes through the window of the Hokage’s office, eyes wild and panicked. Tsunade heaves a sigh as she turns around to scold him.

“Naruto! You know that you can’t-“

He cuts her off.

“Where is she?!”

His chest is too tight for him, and as Tsunade’s face hardens, it tightens even more until he can’t breathe.

“She didn’t leave the village, Naruto. Breathe.” Tsunade commands as Kakashi-sensei and Sakura burst through the door.

Naruto takes a breath, then follows it with another, and continues until he calms down just enough to comprehend people.

Because no matter what they say, their faces are louder than their words. And you aren’t in his arms, aren’t safe, aren’t with him-

“Where is she?” He asks again, but couldn’t stop the hysterical note from falling into his words. The tone of authority. He stares up at them, and his eyes narrow on Sakura’s face as her lips flatten into a line.

Naruto wonders if he has given into the Kyuubi again as his vision starts reddening in the corners.

wherewherewherewherewhere

He faintly registers Tsunade calling for some Tenzo as his senses flare to search for you. Kakashi-sensei shouts as his hands fly through seals and Sakura backs up and leaves. In the back of his mind, he heard Tsunade telling her to go get Jiraya.

Then, Ero-sennin shows along with an Anbu, and Naruto is caged and slammed into the ground. Ero-sennin slams a seal on his forehead, and then all he knows is darkness.

Part 3

@kissyhalik

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

Should I continue the Darling, You’re Glowing series or keep it as an open ending Drabble fic?

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘰 ⇝ 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴

⇝ 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘴

⇝ 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘓𝘢𝘥𝘺

⇝ 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴

✦ Gaara

⇝ 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱. 𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦.

⇝ 𝘗𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦

✦ Katsuki

⇝ 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘎𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨

✦ Naruto

𝘎𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

✦ Satoru

⇝ 𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘔𝘦 𝘛𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘋𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬

✦ Kozume

⇝ 𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘯𝘬 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴

✦ Suguru

⇝ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥?

✦ Megumi

One more time (link below)

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𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘺𝘰 𝘏𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 Authors note: it's October. Don't read this if you're a minor. Shoyo has always had this habit. He'll

Shoyo

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

𝘔𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐𝘯𝘬 𝘚𝘬𝘪𝘦𝘴

⇝ 𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Your breath ruffles his hair as you huff in frustration.

“Get off.”

Suguru just rubs his nose into your thighs, sighing contently, “Why? I’m not moving. Your lap is comfortable.”

It was a sunny day, and you had gone outside to read a book underneath the tree on the far side of field. Obvisouly, he was going to follow. So, here he was, head nestled on your lap, eyes shut as the wind blows the leaves above.

Your hands play with his hair, gentle like water as they undo his hairstyle. He looks up at you through hooded eyes, making a sound of inquiry. The look in your eyes make him pause. You were looking at him as if-

“I’m going to kiss you,” he raises an eyebrow at your statement. “Not now. You look too handsome to be ruined.”

There’s a burning in his face as his hair tumbles across your thighs as you rake your hands through them. 

“Your hair looks like ink spilled in the sky,” you say as you pick up a piece and kiss it, never breaking eye contact, “You glow like the moon.” 

And with a start, he realizes you were trying to fluster him. Fine.

He shuffles until his mouth is right against your thigh and kisses it. Suguru listens to your sharp breath and how your hands stutter in his hair.

Moving up, he kisses your waistband while looking up at you. 

“You could only ruin me if you left,” he says as his hands creep up your legs and sneak under your shirt, tracing his name into your skin over and over. Suguru smirks at you when you realize what he’s writing. God, he was so in love with you.

He needs to kiss you. But, you’ll have to work for it.

Sitting up, he gets close enough for his lips to hover over your’s. He stops smiling, staring as if he is going to eat you alive.

You strain your neck to kiss him. He pushes you down by your hips. You pout, but try again.

“Behave.”

He kisses the corner of your eyes, then your nose, then the corner of your lips. He keeps his hands on your hips, but relishes in the way your hands are over his shoulder, grabbing his hair.

“You want me to kiss you?” He smirks against the skin of your cheek. You nod, then move to kiss him. He pulls back. You let out a breathy laugh, face flushed and he can’t. You just always steal his breath. 

He pulls you sharply and then kisses you. You pull him closer, and he smiles into the kiss. Pulling back just enough, he kisses your jaw but doesn’t let you kiss him again. He just smirks at you, drinking in the way you were looking flustered at him, the way you chased his lips.

He lays his head into your lap again. 

“Keep reading. I’m going to relax."

⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯.

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⇝ 𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴

⇝ 𝘎𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Birth order is what determines power. Growing up as the youngest, he’s always seen this. His father attempted to implement it as well. However, Temari is as swift as she is terrifying, and she’d nourished love between the siblings after years of wariness.

Somewhere along the line, Gaara now is the crown prince for his kingdom. With how reluctant he was with public showings with his family, he had no reputation.

Well, no reputation as Crown Prince Gaara. Shukaku is another story.

Gaara’s eyes fall shut as the carriage ambles down to the main road.

Shukaku was born out of desperation. He was born out of hurried, quite steps to the soldiers barrack for a horse and a cape. He was late nights down in the heart of town. He’d give out money and teach children in the courtyard under the moonlight.

He was also the one who met you, two years ago, hungry beyond belief. He was glances to the display windows as you closed shop. He was the one who you looked up to as you handed him a croissant.

“Eat”

Gaara thinks it was your eyes and your smell. Innocent beyond belief and a smell that wrapped around him and was home.

He was so smitten in that first meeting, that he soon came down everyday to meet you. He was calming nights with his arms around you, kisses stolen as you mixed batters and kneaded dough, flustered looks as you hoisted flour bags up and down.

It was also a confession. You’d seen his tattoo, the one only known to the prince of the kingdom. He’d explained through sobs and a fear of you leaving but you only gripped him harder.

He’d expected shouting and anger. He got sympathy and compassion.

Two years later, and you’re still with him. Today, he’ll meet you at an inspection. You’d been nominated to represent the bakers district, and told him much when he meet you a week before. A few words from him to Temari, something about showing care for his people to help his reputation, and here he was, heading to your tiny bakery.

The bell rings as he opens the door, the smell a familiar scent. Around him, the officers and officials take a double take, eyes brightening and wandering to the display case. Gaara smiles.

“Hello,” you say, walking out the back holding a bowl of dough, your sleeves rolled up.

Gaara feels himself blush, your confidence and unwavering gaze falling on him. You set the bowl down on the counter, bowing to him.

“My prince.”

Your voice is going to be his downfall. He knows you don’t mean it, but your voice does something to him, and he’s fighting to keep his composure. You both had decided to keep the relationship a secret, but you’re making it difficult for him.

Gaara moves to the back of the group as you begin the demonstration. You push your sleeves back up higher, and he has this impulsive need to squeal. He opts to cough into his hand instead.

This keeps happening, over and over until he’s sure that his face matches his hair. The way you talk through the whole thing, grunting slightly here and there, and the flush to your skin from the physical work has him banishing his thoughts to the darkest corners of his mind.

Finally, as people crowd the countertops and tables to sit down and eat your delicacies, he announces in a loud voice:

“I’ll be heading in the back to inspect the conditions. Stay here and prepare a batch for me to take back to the palace,” turning to you, his faced wiped of all emotions, he gestures to you, “Please, lead the way.”

The minute he is out of sight from the others, he grabs you and kisses you, hard.

You laugh quietly against his lips, “Well, my prince,” his lips are on your neck and he can feel your voice, “Do you know, you look very dashing in these clothes. I almost messed up, on quite a few occasions.”

He chuckles against your skin, “I almost broke character there.”

You both spend a few moments together before he hears his men start shuffling around. Your voice breaks through his thoughts.

“However, I do have to say, when you looked at me outside, you looked as if you wanted to devour me.”

His noses against you cheek, leaning down to give you a final hug.

“I will. Keep the door unlocked tonight.”

And with those words, he goes out, grabbing the bag and thanking you as he leaves. There’s a new flush to your skin.

“Go to the palace, fast.” He orders as he settles into the carriage once more.

He has a meeting to prepare for.

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⇝ 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥! 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯

Grief had never been this familiar to her.

It had been a stranger to her, once.

Now she doesn’t like to think how often it comes knocking on her bedroom door.

She doesn’t wish to count anymore, but she does anyways.

Counts as Grief wraps a hand around her waist and cradles her in arms so tight in her bed. Counts even though she knows she needs to stop. Even as Grief’s head-this, once a stranger- comes to rest beside her ear and whispers at her to lock the door. She counts as she watches her hands claw at the familiarity of the embrace.

Grief had never been this familiar to her. She doesn’t think about how she never locks the door.

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you’re sweet, it’s yuuta’s favorite thing about you—a little too sweet at times, but it’s lovable all the same. and yuuta has grown some, he’s not as much of the timid young boy as he used to be. fighting curses and seeing the things he has and training as vigorously as he does is enough to toughen anyone up, and he’s no exception. but still, he’s always remained your kind, sweet, sensitive little yuuta deep down.

and then there’s yuji. yuji is too perfect for his own good. he’s too easy to befriend, too easy to trust, too easy to grow fond of, and too easy to love.

he’s kind, sweet, sensitive, and magnetic. now that’s a deadly combination if he’s ever seen one, and if the way your eyes brighten when you see yuji is anything to base it off of, yuuta would say you think so too.

“yuu,” you call out, a small grin on your face as you approach yuuta and the pink-haired boy beside him, and when both of their heads snap to your direction, yuuta can’t help but feel his stomach churn. “oh,” you pause, blinking for a moment before giggling, “i meant him,” you point to yuuta.

he’s a tad bit relieved that it’s him you’re looking for, or he thinks the churning in his stomach would be infinitely worse. but then yuji smiles bashfully, looks down and lets out a nervous chuckle as he blushes, and then yuuta’s fists clench just a little.

yuji seems rather fond of you, fond enough that it makes yuuta’s heart plummet—and truth be told, it also makes his blood boil just a little.

“oops,” his younger classmate huffs out a soft laugh, “guess i got ahead of myself there,” he murmurs.

“aww, yuji,” you tease, and much to yuuta’s horror, you’re reaching over to pinch itadori’s cheek, and he’s left to wonder—when had you gotten so comfortable that causal touches were a part of the norm? “if you want a nickname you can just say so.”

“that’s not what i meant,” itadori mumbles shyly. “i just…you know…yuji? yuu? i thought it was for me for a second there.”

“it was for yuuta. for me,” yuuta cuts in, and he has to dig his nails into his palm as he clenches his fists, watching you smile gently to itadori. it’s okay, your expression reads, almost like you’re reassuring the boy—but it’s not okay.

your yuu is him—yuuta. not yuji. you’re here for him, to see him, to smile at him and grab his hand and tug him along as he follows. but you’re staring at itadori fondly, and it’s starting to hurt just a little.

“well we can’t both be yuu,” itadori laughs good-naturedly, and if he wasn’t such a gentle soul, yuuta wonders if he’d hate the boy. but there’s no hating itadori yuji—he’s much too good deep in his soul to be hated. “i’ll leave you two alone then,” he hums, patting your head with a happy smile before he’s off.

the touch isn’t even to him, but yuuta feels his skin burn, prickling at every inch as his heart drops.

you turn to him, beaming as your arms nestle their way around his neck, and even if not enough, there’s still some comfort in the action.

“hi baby,” you murmur, pressing a soft peck to his jaw, “i was looking for you.”

and this is silly—this is small, and not that big of a deal, and not even your fault, but yuuta can’t help the doubts that slowly plague his mind. he can’t fight the voices that hunch over his back and whisper into his ear, drowning out the sound of your voice before you can make it all better.

“me?” he asks, and there’s an edge to his voice that almost says he doesn’t believe you. your brows furrow just a little, your hand sliding to cup his cheek and tilt his face to look at you better.

“yes you, silly,” you huff out a small laugh, “who else?”

yuuta wants to mutter that evidently, it could seem like a certain someone, but he doesn’t have the heart to ever be grouchy with you. so he swallows his insecurities, tries to bury them in the deepest of crevices in his mind so they won’t be dug up again—but it’s like he’s digging into concrete, and the ground is too tough, just won’t break to let him shove his feelings down.

“no one,” he mumbles, not meeting your eyes.

and if you decided one day that itadori yuji was the boy of your dreams, that he was the one who could paint your skies and hang the stars just how you’d like them, yuuta doesn’t think he’d be surprised. if itadori is a swirl of vivid shades, colors that could brighten your world and bring you to life—yuuta thinks he pales in comparison, dim hues muddled together that could never show you the world through scenery as breathtaking.

but then your thumb trails over his cheek, tracing the soft curve of his face before hooking under his chin and pulling his face a little closer. he settles for looking at your lips, not yet ready to meet your gaze.

“what’s wrong, baby? what’s got you so down, hmm?” your voice is concerned, a soft breath that rolls off your tongue and soothes over the aches, placating them so easily—but he’s left to wonder: how long?

how long can you keep up the facade that he’s enough for you to happily crave more and more of? how long can you keep looking him in the eyes and getting lost in their depths? how long before enough is simply not enough any longer?

he doesn’t voice his concerns. “nothing,” he shrugs instead. “what are you—”

“don’t say nothing,” you sigh quietly, and by now, your hand has wandered past his shoulder to bury into his hair, scratching at his scalp gently as you twirl the strands of dark locks around your fingers. “it can’t be nothing, you know. no one knows you better than me,” you say with a sense of pride in your voice.

there’s a small bit of hope in that—a small part of him that revels in the victory of knowing you’re prideful that you see past him and catch glimpses no one else can. so he lets himself be vulnerable with you—because even with his doubts, he’s still you’re kind, sweet, sensitive little yuuta.

“just…didn’t know you and itadori knew each other so well,” he finally mumbles. it’s silent for a moment, and yuuta starts to accept that maybe you’re going to say what he knows is inevitably coming after all.

anyone would love to know itadori yuji like that—why should you be an exception?

yuuta wishes it was before he fell so hopelessly for you, wishes it was before the sound of your laugh was a melody he knew by heart—it’d hurt less, it wouldn’t make his lip wobble the way it’s wobbling right now.

“oh, baby,” you chuckle, cupping his face with both your hands, squeezing them together as you pull his forehead to yours, “you don’t have to be jealous. he’s just yuji.”

you offer him a sweet smile and eyes full of light, and he offers you a teary-eyed tilt of his head in confusion.

“but—”

“but you’re yuuta. you’re my yuu,” you whisper against his mouth, breath fanning over his skin before you press a delicate peck onto his lips. it’s short, a little too quick for his liking, but it makes him shiver nonetheless. “and i love you, my pretty boy.”

one more peck to his lip, then two, and then you’re kissing him deeply, grabbing his hands and guiding them to your hips before your arms wrap around his neck once more. he pulls you closer on instinct, and even if yuuta sees himself a muddle of colors, he feels bright hues seep through your lips and color him new—and it’s enough.

he thinks it’s enough, even if just for now.

“you were looking for me?” he asks breathlessly one more time as he pulls away, just to be sure. you watch as his eyes lighten a shade as you nod, smiling when his arms wrap impossibly tighter around you.

“of course, i was,” you press a kiss to his jaw, “who else?”

your honor he is my sugarplum baby boy

JIN DRABBLE

//Jin; I love you\\

 You were staying over at the dorms waiting for the boys to get back from practice. You and Jin got together a few months ago and both of you were extremely happy. While waiting for the boys you started cooking a meal for everyone. Suddenly, you heard a door opening, taken aback by the sound you looked at the clock where you saw it was pretty early for the boys to have come back for practice. Walking towards the door you saw Jin taking his shoes off, looking tired. “You came back early, why is that?” you asked hugging him. “I haven’t been feeling well all day so I decided to leave earlier than the others” Jin said heading towards the couch. “I suggest you take a shower while I finish cooking and then I will give you a massage and cuddles, how does that sound?” “Lovely.”

After the shower he got dressed, you instructed him to lay down deciding to give him a massage as the food was cooling down.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Much better jagiya”

You got up heading to the kitchen in order to get the food back to Jin. You handed him the food, sitting back next to him. Jin couldn’t take his eyes off you, the only feeling he felt in that moment was only love nothing else that happened that day bothered him, he started wondering what did he do to deserve you, such a wonderful girl.

“I love you jagiya” he said gazing into her eyes, love filling his. 

“so cUTE” came a voice from the door. 

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STRADE (BTD/YKMET)

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hiii!! i don’t know if requests are open so in case they’re not this is more of like a convo / thirst?? but i keep thinking abt strade with a pregnant mc..like me personally i would try to hide the pregnancy for as long as i can bc knowing strade i wouldn’t be surprised if he used violence to get rid of the baby so AAA what do you think?? :00

hii! requests are technically closed, but i am fine with anyone still sending them in— just know i have many to finish and it may be a few days before i get to it!

anyway, I totally agree with you, anon! i don't think strade would be very receptive to the idea of you being pregnant. he'd likely use it as another avenue to exert his control and further manipulate you.

warnings (please heed): pregnancy, violence, forced miscarriage.

He'd inevitably notice the signs— the way your body changed, became fuller and more enticing. He might fix his gaze on your swelling belly, a cruel smile spreading across his face as he lifts his foot. When you shield yourself, curling protectively around your unborn child, the realization would hit him fully, and his smile would turn cold and menacing.

"So, you're hiding something from me, aren't you?" he'd say, voice dripping with mock sweetness. He may find it amusing, the fact that you tried to conceal it, but it wouldn’t take long for him to use the pregnancy to his advantage and make frequent, terrifying threats against you and the fetus.

His torment would culminate in him violently forcing a miscarriage, despite your desperate, animalistic protests. In the aftermath, as you lay broken and devastated, Strade would crouch beside you, his expression a twisted mask of satisfaction. "Don’t worry," he’d whisper, a chilling promise.

"I can always give you another one."

FATE HAS A funny way of making his life miserable. all of his life, he'd been dealt one bad hand after another, somehow always making all the wrong twists and turns that led to this moment. he'd tried so hard to fight his own emotions, his own demons. it didn't matter how long he'd tried to work for buer, he ALWAYS found himself coming back here. still wishing he could start completely over somehow.

all of sumeru hates him. he'd grown used to being hated and loathed, being once a harbinger that threw out abuse like it was rubbish. he'd belittled, mocked and discarded anyone who had failed him in the most asinine ways. it doesn't feel good to have that same mistreatment thrown back in his face by the average person. if not for buer and the traveler, kaminari is certain he'd have tried this a long time ago.

but even their concern is never enough. he had tried, he had tried so hard to build himself back up. he'd earned himself a name and a vision, and even SOCIALIZED briefly. but nothing ever felt like enough, nothing would ever work in his favor again.

which is why he finds himself standing before irminsul, really taking in the glory of this cursed tree. it's overwhelmingly large and bright; kaminari had never appreciated it before. it can do the impossible, and it can bend the will of people around it. it can also hold people prisoner.

but can it actually grant him his wish of freedom? not freedom to leave...but the freedom to start completely over from scratch. if kaminari could go back, he'd make better choices. he could even possibly save niwa.

the name hurts. kaminari doesn't think about him much anymore, because remembering brings about an ache that will never heal. true, his vision allowed SOME of that pain to lessen, but generally, he cannot manage his grief. niwa had died due to a series of mistakes, and if kaminari could do it all over again, he would.

entranced, he's stepping forward and reaching out for irminsul without thinking. there's one single wish on his mind: to start over anew in a world where people don't know him.

irminsul seems to respond. the light envelops his being, pulling him into some abyssal space that feels like shrinking and expanding simultaneously. though, there is no pain from it. it's enough that kami feels confined and unable to move, but he can still see. sort of. the area surrounding irminsul is dimming and fading from view, leaving him in total and complete darkness.

he isn't sure if he slept or not. he isn't sure how much time had passed. but his next sense of awareness is falling to the ground soundlessly. part of him still doesn't want to move, wishing to go back to that endless stretch of nothing -- it had been peaceful there. but the brightness of irminsul is back, causing him to squint.

it's not just vision that's returning, but sound. because kaminari can now hear voices coming from the other side of the tree. they sound far too familiar for his comfort, and it's only when he hears the sound of his own voice that kaminari realizes that something is wrong.

fate has a funny way of playing tricks on people. it can give someone exactly what they want, and never leave them needing anything else. it can also cruelly take and take and take from others until they're at their lowest point with no hope of climbing. fate can also change the entire scope of reality to fit its own whims.

as kaminari circles the tree to see what is going on, he learns that he's a victim of the third option. fate is definitely toying with him, and not in a very amusing way.

is this what you wanted, one who is formerly scaramouche? you wished to enter a world where you were never known.

he stares into the eyes of his mirror image, and kaminari realizes that this is going to be a very long day.

Logan’s reaction when you wear one of his shirts!

ahhhh anon the imagery that popped into my head with this one... thank you for requesting it <3 maybe a slight warning but Logan calls reader kid, (she's an adult) because he's obviously older than everyone. also smutty implications lol

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"Kid. Is that my shirt?" Logan is not sure if he's just half-drunk already (it's nearly impossible for him to get drunk as it is on just a few beers) and you're wearing a big, oversized, Calgary Flames jersey.

He's fairly sure that's not yours- he doesn't think you know any Canadian hockey teams, not like that, and the jersey is definitely dated. Logan thinks he got that when the team was early in it's existence.

"Uhhh..." You turn from your spot in front of the kitchen fridge. The X-Mansion is out of milk and creamer, unfortunately. "Maybe? Sorry."

It's not your shirt that bothers Logan, not exactly. From this spot at the kitchen counter- he's leaning over, but he almost has the full view of your legs, because the shirt only meets the beginning parts of your thighs, and he wonders why on earth you have to be so annoyingly delectable. When Logan is trying his best to be professional, a proper X-Men member, you have to go and be half-naked, no pants, just luscious, sweet legs all taut and smooth as you reach upwards to scan through the upper shelf of the fridge.

You're too much for him, he thinks. If Logan was a slightly better person, he might not be having these thoughts at all, let alone considering acting on them- but he thinks about sneaking up behind you and grabbing, squeezing your ass, the back of your thighs.

"I think our laundry got mixed up like a week ago." You try your best to excuse it. Honestly, though? You were happy to steal Logan's jersey.

It's nice and comfy, and the material has worn away into a soft, loose shirt. Best of all, it smells just like him, after years of wearing it- a slight laundry detergent smell is there, but you mostly catch the smell of pine wood, mixed with cigar smoke and maybe something musky.

You didn't expect him to be down here- you didn't want Logan to know your terrible secret.

"And? You just decided you'd keep it, huh?" Logan grumbles, but he's mostly joking. His eyes are soft.

"I didn't-" You turn to him again, and you cross your arms, and it's with a little start that Logan realizes you're not wearing a bra. You're completely naked under there, other than your panties, and he gets a rush of exhilaration thinking about taking them off slowly, with his rough, callused fingers juxtaposed against your supple, soft hips. Gently squeezing your breasts as if he owns them.

There's something hot about it, Logan thinks. You wearing his shirt. As if he loaned it to you. As if he kind of owns you, as if he's your boyfriend. He can't help but feel a deep sense of pleasure. It's not as if all his hook ups and one night stands were clamoring to be his, and it's with fondness that he looks at you again.

"I thought I could give it back to you. After I wore it for a bit." You admit, and Logan has a slight smile.

"Keep it." Logan has a twinkle in his eye, his eyes glancing up and down your figure as he smirks. "It suits you, no pants and all."

He's not really joking about that- it looks way better on you, and to Logan's perverted mind, it is fascinating how this jersey he fills out so well, had a completely different style as it falls on you. It sort of drowns you- leaves your figure to the imagination- but there's just enough that he can see how it skims over your curves, making it easier for him to imagine running his hands over you. Logan thinks about lifting it up from the bottom hem, exposing you.

You turn red, almost forgetting that your legs are bare, and you don't know how to respond to that.

"Really?" You shake your head, ignoring Logan's compliment, knowing that he's just teasing. "Thanks, Logan. It honestly helps me sleep better."

You didn't mean to say that last part- you're not trying to expose the year long crush you've had on the guy- and you stutter over your words, trying not to reveal the comfort you feel around him.

You shut the fridge, and try to leave, but Logan is a little faster, and he's got you right where he wants. Against the fridge. Looking up at him, sweet, meek, just as cute as he remembers.

He leans over you. "Well, I could help you sleep better. If you want."

"Really?" You look up at him, tilting your head a little. "I thought you would think I was just some creep and tell me to fuck off."

"Oh, kid. You think you're the only one who can't stop thinking about us?" Logan swallows. "I think I've liked you since you had to help me figure out the teaching schedule, remember?"

"Who could forget? You were really struggling- your class started an hour late." You joke, and Logan grins. He's not usually such a smiley guy, and it's not something you take light-heartedly. You know he must trust you.

"Offer's still on the table." Logan murmurs, as he traces the collar of his jersey, against your neck and collarbones, and you shiver as he leans in, pressing a kiss on your forehead. It's warm, soft, inviting- but you think Logan must be holding himself back.

"Okay." You whisper up at him, and Logan, being as devious as he is, immediately grasps your waist, your ass, your thighs, squeezing, wanting to feel every bit of flesh, and he feels a deep rumble in his chest- something possessive as he leans in and kisses you, something firm and rough as he feels his shirt around you- and Logan's mouth slots against your own quite easily, open-mouthed, rough kisses that have you shuddering, as he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and pinning you against the fridge.

You know Logan didn't mean sleeping. He meant putting you to sleep, by sleeping with you, and this silly double meaning, the idea of getting to do all that and then cuddle and sleep by his side, it makes you smile against his mouth.

Logan doesn't stop kissing you as he lifts you up and away, you still wrapped around him, towards his room, feeling an immense amount of slick, lustful pride that he's bringing back his shirt and his girl there.

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you spend a truly incredible amount of time writing novel-length, high quality stories, again, FOR FREE, that anyone can read, again, FOR FREE??

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