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myonepiece · 3 years

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hihihi I love your blog and literally visit it everyday �� but if you’re not back up in request and have a little space left,, could you do a little angst to fluff Drabble thing of Zoro, Killer, and Smoker calling their s/o clingy and lash out because they had a bad day but then feel so touch starved because their love isn’t clinging to them like normal after their argument, idk if that makes sense but I hope so 😭

description: Zoro, Killer, and Smoker (separate) call S/O clingy and how they make up - drabble

warnings: mild cursing, angst (to fluff)

*Killer and Smoker under the cut

♡ Zoro

“can’t you just stand back?! I was clearly fighting that guy!”

you kept your head low as you bandaged your arm, letting Zoro pace the length of the room scolding you.

“I didn’t see him, I came from the side and I only saw you... I just wanted a kiss..”

“that’s the problem! if you weren’t so clingy this wouldn’t have happened!”

you flinched at his harsh words but he seemed not to notice, instead he sighed in frustration.

“just don’t- don’t do that again okay?”

you looked up slowly and nodded, seeing him gradually deflate as he watched you finish up your bandaging- he felt a twinge of guilt at the sight, pushing it down with the excuse that you were being clingy as usuall and got yourself hurt.

he grunted once your finished, coming forward and simply cupping your cheek quickly as he left the room to go to bed in the boys’ room- leaving you to curl your knees to your chest and whimper while the silence filled the dark room.

the next day Zoro was acting like nothing happpened, napping against the ship’s railing when you went to set down his plate of food. he thanked you with his eyes closed, his arm opening beside him so you could take your usual place while he ate. but he didn’t feel you curl into him and he opened his eyes to find you walking down the stairs. he didn’t think anything of it.

what he did notice was when you didn’t return his goodnight kiss which had become a tradition before bed every day.

he leaned down and pressed his lips to your cheek, leaving a soft kiss and pulling away to wait with his cheek next to your lips for the perfect target. he once again didn’t feel anything and turned to look at you confused.

“oi, what are you doing?”

“I’m just not in the mood tonight Zoro, stop being so clingy”

Zoro frowned and thought for a good few minutes about what you meant, the memory of his words suddenly dawning on him and an “oh” escaped his lips.

“uhh- I didn’t mean it baby”

you crossed you arms and side-eyed him.

“I didn’t mean to call you clingy”

his voice grew quiet and his face fell, expressing guilt and a hint of hurt.

“oi, you know I didn’t mean it.”

Zoro moved in front of you, squating down so he was leveled with you. it only took one look in his eyes to know he was genuine, and attempting to apologize. you intertwined your hands in your laps and looked down, quietly whispering to Zoro:

“do you want me to hug you?”

“you idiot of course I want you to hug me, I love you- and your kisses.. and your clinginess- n-not that you’re clingy!”

before Zoro could begin rambling and correcting himself, you pressed your hand to his mouth silencing him.

“it’s okay Zoro-kun”

“cm I mmf mhf”

you moved your hand away from the swordsman’s mouth,

“can I have a kiss now?”

he grumbled with a blush gracing his cheeks. you smiled and cupped his cheeks, bringing his face forward and peppering his face with kisses- his arms wrapped around your middle and he lifted you up.

“ah stop stop what are you doing?!”

you slapped his back playfully and he chuckled while he walked to the deck of the ship plopping down and trapping you underneath him- putting all of his weight on you so you couldn’t get up.

“you have a lot of cuddles to make up.”

♡ Killer

it was one of those nights he was allowing himself to get drunk instead of babysit Kid, and all you wanted was to sit on his lap, but nope- he was trying to arm wrestle Kid and you were getting in the way.

he told you to get off a few times but you kept pouting and getting back on, until he eventually snapped.

“____ stop being so fucking clingy.”

you couldn’t see his expression but you knew he was rolling his eyes and scowling. you hurried off his lap and sat down in the corner sulking, rubbing your arms gently in a way to soothe you.

you ended up getting drunk off your butt that night and you collapsed as soon as you got into bed. Killer did the same, but he woke up earlier with a less pounding headache because hes kinda used to the blackout-drunk state. he had expected to find you sleeping next to him but you weren’t there, so he went to find you in the kitchen.

he went and leaned over your shoulder, gunting a “goodmorning” and smiling softly when you turned. you gave a forced smile before turning with you food and leaving the room. Killer stared after you and was about to follow when Kid called him over for work.

that night when he was finally done with work and sitting with the rest of the crew, going over the day in his mind; how you hadn’t given him a single kiss or hug, no tackle-hugs, even when the two of you just brushed arms you seemed to flinch away. he honestly didn’t know what it was about- until he said:

“Killer, have you apologized to _____ for calling them clingy? they seemed pretty upset about it last night.”

Killer snapped his head towards his friend, mid “what?” when the memory flooded his mind. he groaned and leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes at Kid’s laughing. he quickly left the room and headed to yours where you lay in bed reading.

the door flew open and Killer stepped in.

“Killer what the fuck-”

he kicked the door shut and fell forward onto the bed, taking his mask off easily and throwing it to the side.

“are you ignoring me because I called you clingy?”

it was more of a statement really, you frowned at his realization and the fact that it took so long.

“maybe.”

“I didn’t mean it. I was drunk, I’m sorry baby”

his voice was laced with concern and you could tell he was sorry because of his guilty expression.

“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

you let out an annoyed huff and turned your head to the side away from Killer, disappointed at yourself for how easily you were giving in. he placed his finger against your chin and pushed your face back to look at him.

“I’m sorry.”

“...s’okay”

he smirked and fell onto you, wrpaping his arms around your waist and flipping over so you were sprawled on top of him. he covered your cheeks in kissed, ending with a final one against your lips before cupping the bag of your head and smushing your face into his chest, stifling a laugh at your muffled attempt at complaints.

♡ Smoker

it was because you had been smothering Smoker with affection when you thought the coast was clear, only for one of the admirals to appear around the corner and make a comment about how easily Smoker let himself be distracted.

when you returned to his office he had sat down and you attempted to crawl onto his lap like usual, but he pressed his hand to your chest and gently pushed you away.

“don’t. I’m not in the mood for your clinginess.”

“I’m just trying to cheer you up...”

“then leave me alone.”

and you did- you hurried out the door. he noticed the absence quickly because he was used to having you linger around. because the admiral run in had happened in the morning, Smoker had the whole day to feel uncomplete, noticing how you didn’t show up to have lunch with him, how you didn’t stop by to tell him it was getting late and he should come home.

still, he left at about the time you would have come to scold him for overworking himself, because whne you didn’t show up he got worried.

he was relieved to find you at home snug in bed sleeping peacefully. he stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed with you laying about a foot behind you with his arms open to give you room to curl into him as you usually did when you seemed to sense he was home.

but when he didn’t feel you move into his side, he opened his eyes and stared at your back, slowly moving to peer over your shoulder- finding tear streaks on your cheeks and the pillow slightly damp.

the marine shook you awake, worried you were hurt- but when you opened your eyes and found yourself against Smoker’s chest, you scooted away and apologized. his brows furrowed in confusion and he asked why you apologized, you said because you wanted to give him his space.

“what are you talking about?”

you sighed in annoyance, you should have known he wouldn’t have a clue what he did wrong.

“you said I’m clingy, I’m just trying to lessen my affection... so you won’t be mad.”

Smoker couldn’t exactly comprehend what was happening, but he could tell he was the one who made you cry and it was because he had called you clingy, insulted you for showing him love.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I was angry”

he placed his hand on your shoulder and turned you to face him, sliding down in bed beside you and slipping his arm under your head, keeping his hand latched around your waist when you tried to move.

“I’m sorry _____.”

Smoker pressed a kiss against your temple and pulled away to look into your eyes, watching with a saddened expression. you grudgingly sighed and turned over in his embrace, placing your head on his bare chest while he moved his arms to accommodate your new position.

Smoker kissed your temple and you looked up at him pouting.

“Akainu is just made he doesn’t have someone like me.”

Smoker chuckled and tightened his hold on you, bringing up to to his face so he could plant a kiss on your nose.

“he doesn’t realize how amazing it is to be distracted by you”

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tailorvizsla · 4 years

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If you're still doing thirsty thot prompts or asks. I've been wondering how Din or Paz or perhaps both would be as horny baby daddies? Like how would they act when you are really pregnant?

Title: Stuffed Pairings: f!Reader x Din Djarin, f!Reader x Paz Vizsla, Paz Vizsla x f!Reader x Din Djarin Wordcount: 8k+ 🙃🙃🙃 Rating: NC-17 (duh)

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Warnings: Borderline CNC (consensual non-consent – Paz, Din, and Reader are all pretending that Reader doesn’t want to get pregnant), rough enough to need a safe word, PWP (plot what plot), threesome, lots of unprotected sex, gratuitous self-indulgence of a cum kink, degradation (Reader called a slut for cock/cum), breeding fetish (Reader legit wants to be bred), use of a sex toy, Reader gets called ‘kitten’, cockwarming, oral (m & f receiving), the helmets come off, exhibitionism/public(ish) sex. I’m pretty sure I’ve missed a few, but these are the most important ones.

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Author’s Note: I know what you were intending with your ask, but I’m totally going to be a thirsty bitch. 😉 This is focusing mainly on the baby making steps. This is also purely self-indulgent smut because I would love for these two to take turns with me for a few days and knock me tf up.

Thank you for the title, my darling Izzy!!!

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“You’re both too old for that,” you announce to Paz and Din, watching as their heads snap up.

“What?” Din asks as you silently laugh to yourself.

“You said you wanted to make a baby,” you respond. “At your age, you probably need those herbal teas. And don’t get me started on you, Paz. You’re ancient. Can you even keep it hard?”

“Don’t you run your mouth,” Paz warns quietly.

A low tendril of heat starts to curl low in your belly as you hear the warning in his voice. Shut your mouth, or I will prove you wrong. You lean back on your hands, tilting your head as the two men watch you from the other side of the cargo bay.

“I’m not,” you respond. “I’m just telling the truth. Us young tradespeople need competent warriors to raise the next generation with. You two are past your prime.”

“Kitten,” Din warns, a low growl in his voice.

You smile to yourself under your helmet. These two have just reached their prime as hunters. They know it, and they know you know it. Din and Paz exchange a silent glance between themselves. Lifting one hand, you plant it on your lower belly, watching as Paz’s head tilts downward, pointedly watching you slide your hand up and down, as if caressing a baby bump. If there is one thing that never fails to get a Mandalorian’s attention, it is a pregnant belly.

“If I am going to go through nine months of pregnancy, it wouldn’t be for two ancient fuckers like you two,” you say casually. “I’ll be fertile soon, so I need to be very picky about who I sleep with. I’m thinking maybe Dezha? Mathias?”

When Paz growls, you grin. Dezha is older than him, and Mathias is pretty close to Din’s age. You swing your legs back and forth casually, tilting your helmet slightly in what you hope they interpret as flirtation.

“Do you have any opinions, Din?”

Din comes forward a step, tension radiating through every part of his body.

“I might have an idea,” he says, as Paz starts to circle around you.

You slide your hand down toward your crotch as you spread your knees for Din. His next step falters ever so slightly.

“You know a warrior who can breed a woman properly?” you ask in mock surprise as he comes closer, almost hesitating.

“Do you actually want a kid?” Din asks flatly. He’s so hard you can see the outline of his cock through his trousers.

“I’ll be ovulating this week,” you say, sliding off the table and onto your feet.

Paz and Din exchange a look before turning their attention to you.

“I just need to find a warrior worthy of my time,” you say with a grin. “Certainly not either of you two ancient bastards.”

With those words, you dart for the open doorway, and laugh as you hear Paz curse. Heavy footsteps follow you as you bolt toward the cover of the trees. Unfortunately, you seem to have forgotten that both warriors have jetpacks, and you do not. Din lands a few meters in front of you, cutting you off from escape. In that moment of distraction, Paz catches up to you and grabs you. Firmly, he turns you around to face him, the fingers of one hand looped around your belt and the others under your chin. He tilts your face up to his.

“Kitten, I am not playing games with you,” he growls darkly, sending a low throb of pleasure shooting deep in your belly. “If you keep mouthing off, you’re going to end up pregnant.”

“There’s no way you could ever knock me up,” you say to Paz. “At your age, you’re shooting dust, aren’t you?”

“I’m not joking,” Paz says flatly, fingers tightening in warning.

“Neither am I,” you tell him. “I’m ready for a baby, and I want the two of you to take turns with me.”

“Did you hear that, Din?” Paz asks.

“Sure did,” Din says.

“Tell me what you’ve been fantasizing about, kitten,” Paz murmurs, loosening his grip around your chin.

Swallowing, you work up the courage to tell the two men exactly what you want from them.

“I’ve been masturbating for months now, thinking about the two of you,” you say shyly. “Taking turns using my body like you’re paying me for it. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come around my fingers to the thoughts of you two fucking me while I struggle, while I beg you to not finish in me.”

You aren’t quite sure what Din or Paz are into, so degradation and playing around with unwanted impregnation might be out of what they are willing to give. Shit. You are on the verge of apologizing when Din speaks up.

“Kitten,” he breathes. “You have such a vivid imagination.”

“I genuinely want to be bred,” you whisper meekly, looking down as you suddenly lose your courage. “But I want to be taken. I don’t want you to ask.”

Paz tilts your face up toward his, fingers as light as feathers on your chin.

“I’d be happy to put a baby in you,” Paz says. “But let me make one thing clear – I’m not going to hurt you. I have never enjoyed hurting my partners and I never will. If that’s what you’re after, I can’t help you.”

“Nor will I,” Din adds, hands settling at your waist.

“No pain,” you say softly. “Just…rough enough to need a safe word to stop, instead of a no.”

Paz nods slowly.

“That I can agree to,” Paz says, nodding slowly. “Safe word?”

“Behot,” you blurt out the first thing on your mind.

“Behot is the safe word,” Din confirms.

Paz turns you around and shoves you against Din. You let out a squeak of protest as one massive hand encloses both your wrists, Paz’s massive forearm resting lightly on your breasts as he restrains you. He ducks his head down, pressing his helmet against your shoulder.

“You’re going to regret running your mouth, kitten,” he growls.

You struggle against Paz’s firm grip as Din advances, undoing his belt. The sound of leather zipping through his belt buckle makes your knees weak.

“No, not a snowball’s chance on Tatooine,” you snap, kicking at Din’s ankle.

“Normally, I’d just throw you into the sparring rings and smack you around until you shut up,” Din says. “But you…you’re young, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, what about it?” you ask. “What, you afraid I’ll kick your ass?”

“Young means fertile,” Paz says, his arm tightening around you, forcing a little squeak out of you.

“We’ve got a few days before we need to go back home,” Din suggests. “How about we have a little fun with our kitten?”

You wriggle in Paz’s arms. The thought of Paz and Din having their way with you sends a thrill shooting straight through your belly. You watch as Din spreads his cloak on the ground in front of you. Then Paz pushes you down. You land hard on your knees with a grunt. You try to get back up, but Paz keeps you down, wrestling you onto the fabric. He growls with pleasure. No matter how hard you fight, you simply cannot break out of Paz’s grip. His hands are snug around your wrists, but gentle, never painful, as he turns to look at Din.

“Let’s cuff her,” Paz says casually.

Equal measures of arousal and dread fill your belly as Din brings his restraints out. Swiftly, he restrains your wrists behind your back, not giving you the chance to break free. With your hands cuffed behind your back and Din’s hand between your shoulder blades, you can’t move much, so you settle for cursing both men out while Paz kneels behind you.

Then you hear a click and the distinctive hum of a vibroblade activating. You try to twist to see what Paz is doing, but Din keeps you from moving. You feel fabric give way as Paz very carefully slices through the crotch of your pants. Then he wriggles his fingers into the slice in the fabric and yanks it wide open, leaving you feeling cold and exposed.

“You’re already soaking wet,” Paz murmurs.

You hear a faint thump as his gloves land on the cloak next to your head. Two rough, calloused hands settle on your ass cheeks. Then thumbs spread your lower folds wide apart, baring your most private parts for him. Paz lets out a noise of delight.

“Look good?” Din asks.

“Oh, gods, yes,” Paz rumbles out. “So fucking good. Don’t let her move her head.”

You wonder what he’s going to do until you hear him speak again, that feeling of anticipation making your stomach feel weirdly tight.

“Let’s see how good you taste,” Paz says, his rich baritone no longer filtered by his modulator.

You squirm as you feel his breath fan across your vulva, his fingers digging into your plump ass so hard you know there will be bruises there. Paz swipes his tongue across your vulva, making stars dance behind your closed eyelids. A desperate warble escapes you as he draws back.

“You were struggling so much earlier,” Paz croons. “Where’s that fight, kitten?”

You bare your teeth in response and shift your weight, kicking back at him. Paz laughs as you miss him.

“There we go,” he rumbles, leaning in again.

He licks along your slit once more, tracing around your entrance, teasingly dipping the tip of his tongue into you. You buck your hips against his mouth, but Din is quick to pin you back down.

“Fuck you,” you hiss at Paz.

He only hums in response.

“I want a taste of her when you’re done,” Din says over your head.

Paz sucks your clit into his mouth and releases it with a pop that makes you squeal.

“She said she didn’t want this,” Paz comments idly. “But listen to her squealing.”

“I bet she’s already dripping down her thighs,” Din sighs.

Paz ducks his head down. His tongue traces a path from your inner thigh up to your entrance. He chuckles as you try to avoid his tongue. Without warning, Paz thrusts two fingers into your cunt, wrenching a cry of surprise from you.

“Ohh, fuck,” Paz groans out. “This pussy is tight. She’s gonna break my fingers.”

Roughly, he begins pumping his fingers in and out, filling the air with wet, sloppy noises. Then he plunges a third finger into you, making you shriek. Your walls protest the rough treatment, and you moan as each thrust of his calloused digits inside of you sends you spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

“Aww, I can feel your pussy getting all tight,” Paz croons. “Thought you didn’t want us to fuck you, kitten?”

“F-fuck you,” you gasp out, grimacing. “Should fu-fucking kill you – “

Paz pulls his fingers out and wipes your slick onto your thigh, chortling quietly. He gives you a few more long, slow licks, laughing each time you moan.

“Is it my turn?” Din asks.

“Of course,” Paz says. “Drink up, she’s dripping.”

As the two men shuffle around on the cloak, they keep you firmly trapped, not giving you an opportunity to escape. You huff quietly to yourself and resign yourself to the pleasurable torture.

“Look at how pretty,” Din says with a leer you can hear.

You feel him put his helmet down next to your knee. His voice is like caramel to your ears. Unfortunately, you don’t get a chance to enjoy it as he leans in and begins lapping at your slit, little groans of pleasure escaping him. Then he thrusts his tongue through your lips. Your breath catches in your throat, soft moans escaping you. Din gives you a few more moments on his tongue before withdrawing. Like Paz, he pushes his fingers into you, twisting and scissoring them inside you, as if mapping out your inner walls.

“Fuck,” Din says, and you can hear the grin on his lips. “You weren’t kidding.”

“Imagine how good she’s going to feel around your cock,” Paz suggests.

“Good idea,” Din says.

Din shuffles on the cloak behind you. You hear the whisper of fabric against flesh as he pushes his pants down. One hand wraps around your waist as he pushes forward, pressing the blunt head of his cock against your entrance. Then he starts pushing in slowly, firmly, filling you without giving you a chance to adjust. You sob as he finds the end of you, his cock brushing up against something vaguely uncomfortable.

“Oh, fuck,” he stutters out around a harsh pant. “Fuck!”

“Feel good?” Paz asks.

“So. Kriffing. Tight,” Din hisses, punctuating each word with a roll of his hips. “Kitten, how the fuck are you so tight?”

Tears spring to your eyes at how full you are, your walls struggling to take him. Din sets a slow, torturous pace, one that ensures you can feel every single inch of him as he fills you to the brim. Paz trails his hands up from your shoulders to your waist, stroking along your back through your suit. As that familiar heat begins to fill your belly, you realize you might have made a mistake in running your mouth. A very pleasurable mistake, but there is a strong chance you won’t be walking normally for a few days.

“I can feel you squeezing around me,” Din sings down to you. “Are you close, kitten?”

“I thought you didn’t want any of this,” Paz mocks you. “I thought you wanted us to let you go, kitten? I thought you hated the idea of us taking turns fucking you?”

You squirm again as Din’s pace grows rougher. Shit, he’s good. Too good. You’re already about to come and he has barely even gotten started.

“I’m gonna fill this pretty pussy right up,” Din grunts.

A whine escapes you before you can stop it. Paz reaches up and squeezes your hip. Immediately, you know what he’s feeling for. The contraceptive implant. He palpates for a few moments on both sides. A gush of wetness escapes you, pure pleasure filling you at the thought of your warriors breeding you.

“Where’s your contraceptive chip, kitten?” Paz asks. “Or did you not get one, hmm?”

Din increases his pace and force, hips slapping obscenely against your ass. His hand snakes around to your front. Strong fingers begin massaging your clit, little starbursts of pleasure exploding between your thighs. You hit your peak a few moments later, crying out as your walls quiver around his cock. Din’s grunts grow louder, his hands tightening around your hips. He smacks your ass lightly.

“Th-thought you didn’t want us to come in you?” he prompts.

Oh, right. You start struggling against him when you’ve regained your bearings.

“No, don’t you dare!” you hiss at him, “Pull out, pull out now!”

Din goes stiff, pace stuttering as his cock throbs inside of you, soft groans escaping him. Your eyes drift shut as he pants harshly.

“Company,” Paz warns.

Din puts his helmet on and pulls his pants up. You collapse flat onto your front and roll down onto your side, chest heaving as Din’s spend starts to leak out. Paz does not seem to care about the caravan passing by in the distance. Instead, he reaches over to remove your restraints. The instant you are free, you swing at him, but he anticipates it, catching your wrists and pinning them above your head.

With his other hand, he tugs your chest plate off and tosses it aside. Then he yanks your top open, sending buttons flying every which way. Then Paz pulls out his vibroblade.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” you hiss up at him. “This bra was expensive!”

He tilts his helmet down at you. Fortunately, he listens, and puts the damn blade away. Instead, he pushes your bra up over your tits, making you sigh in relief. Then Paz starts to push in. You howl, writhing in his iron-clad grip. Fuck, he’s huge, almost too big.

You pant harshly, digging your heels into his backside as he rocks forward experimentally. Din keeps watch over the caravan in the distance, polishing his weapon in a clear warning for them to stay the fuck away.

“Fight me, kitten,” Paz urges, “Show me those little claws of yours.”

Weakly, you buck your hips, but that only drives him in deeper, so deep it knocks the breath out of your lungs.

“Does my cock feel so good you can’t think?” Paz asks, faintly mockingly, as he rolls his hips once more. “Like that, my pretty little slut?”

Fuck, you think, as you clamp down around his length. Paz laughs at your reaction as he begins a deep pace, his cock hitting every single spot inside you that screams for friction.

“Fucking hell,” Paz breathes. “Din, how did you not come immediately? She’s squeezing so tight she’s about to push me back out.”

“I thought about your face,” Din lobs back easily, earning a bark of laughter from Paz. “He’s getting closer to us. Think he’s watching.”

“Watching?” you ask sharply, squirming again as alarm fills you. “Paz – “

“What, you don’t like the idea of being watched?” Paz asks, tilting his head down at you.

“Fuck off,” you hiss in response, mortification filling you at his words.

“You’re our woman,” Paz says, trailing a finger down to your breast. He pinches your nipple sharply, making you squeak. “And do you know what we do with fine Mandalorian women like you?”

Oh fuck, you think to yourself, as your cunt gushes in response.

“We breed our women,” Paz continues. “And this aruetii gets to see you do what you were meant to do. Take my cock.”

As you buck your hips and try to dislodge him, Paz keeps you pinned down, a growl of laughter escaping him. He keeps you pinned, his thrusts growing rougher and deeper, invading your body in the most pleasurable of ways.

“Yes,” he hisses, “Fight all you want, kitten, but I’m not going to stop. Not until I’ve filled you up, not until I have bred you.”

As you tilt your head, you can see the caravan is dangerously close by, having slowed down to shamelessly watch the three of you. Din is sitting in front of you, shielding most of your body from his prying eyes, but there is no doubting what is currently happening. Paz tweaks your nipple again.

“Look, he’s watching,” Paz croons.

You clamp down around Paz, looking away from the man in the distance. Paz laughs darkly, tilting your helmet back with one gentle hand, forcing you to look back at the trader. Mortification fills you as you see the unadulterated lust in his eyes.

“If you look closely, I think you’ll see just how appreciative he is,” Paz purrs, and your eyes drop down to confirm the massive bulge in the front of his trousers. “Don’t you like the idea of an aruetii watching you get bred?”

You’re shaking now, your body twisting and writhing as you simultaneously try to fight him off and fuck him back. Paz is a heavy, immovable weight between your thighs and on your body, keeping you spread wide open and helpless to do anything but lay there under him and pray for mercy you know will never come. The trader doesn’t even bother trying to hide the fact that he’s watching. You should be mortified, you think to yourself, but you aren’t. Instead, you’re so aroused you can’t even think straight, your head spinning from the dizzying combination of pleasure and shame of being reduced to this. Silently, you urge the trader to take a seat, to watch as your two warriors take turns ravaging your body.

“Come on, my sweet,” Paz urges.

With a shaking breath, you swallow, and redouble your efforts, bucking your hips in a vain attempt to dislodge him. Paz rides you through your struggles, soothing you with soft, mocking shushing noises. You begin to mouth off at him, trying to hide the fact that you are close to coming, your slick puddling under you on Din’s cloak.

“I swear if I get pregnant, I’m going to fucking kill you!” you howl up at him. “Pull out! PULL OUT!”

Paz laughs. You let out a shriek of rage as you writhe in his grasp. Inexplicably, he lets you go. You hammer your fists against his chest plate, but all you manage to do is make your hands hurt.

“Please – please – I’m begging you, pull out – pull out!” you sob up at him.

Paz groans, his pace growing deeper and rougher. You push against his chest plate with all your strength, but he doesn’t even twitch as his body folds over yours. Paz buries his helmet into the crook of your shoulder.

“Oh, kitten,” he moans into your shoulder. “I’m gonna make such a mess in you.”

The thought of Paz flooding your insides breaks you. You let out a high pitched noise as you orgasm, deep shuddering waves of pleasure coursing through you. Paz grunts and lets out a shuddering sigh, his cock throbbing inside you as he fills you with liquid heat.

“Yes, my sweet little slut,” Paz urges. “Milk every last drop out of me.”

Once your orgasm has subsided, you let your legs fall apart onto the cloak, body relaxing under Paz’s comforting warmth. Paz cradles you in his arms, murmuring soft nothings. Warmth fills you at his tender care. You can’t help but to giggle as he nuzzles his helmet against yours, much like a loth-cat would to show their affection.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You did so, so good. Real proud of you, kitten.”

The trader stands up. He opens his mouth to speak, but Din cuts him off.

“Fuck off, or I shoot,” Din says flatly.

Wisely, the trader holds both hands up and immediately retreats. Once he is gone, Paz pulls out, and a little whimper escapes you. Paz gives you one last kov’nyn and tucks himself away. As you sit up, Paz gathers your armor, while Din offers his hand to you. You stand. Immediately, their very generous contributions begin to make their way back out, and you make a face under your helmet. Din smacks your ass sharply.

“Get back to the ship,” he says. “I’m hard and I want to – “

Grinning, you bolt away from the ship. Din lets out a curse. You hear him drop the things in his arms as he comes after you. You give escaping your best shot, but you are laughing so hard you can’t breathe. You’re half naked, tits and ass flapping in the wind, trying to escape your lovers. The absurdity is nearly too much for you to handle. Din catches up to you easily. Then he scoops his arms around you and flings you over his shoulder, earning a sharp squeal from you. He pats one hand on a sticky ass cheek.

“Bad girl,” he chides, though you can hear amusement in his voice.

You offer no resistance as Din carries you back to the ship. Once inside, Din sets you down while Paz closes the ramp behind himself. Din wraps an arm around you and pulls you close, pressing his forehead to yours.

“Can I take the rest of this off?” he asks, hands lingering on your hips.

“Yes,” you confirm.

Din carefully begins to remove your gear, stacking it all on the table next to you. He drops to his knees to unlace your boots and you step out of them, nudging them under the table. Your ruined pants follow. Then he helps you remove the rest of your clothes, leaving you standing there in your helmet and nothing else. He hesitates.

“May I take your helmet off?” he asks.

Shyly, you reach for his hands and lift them to your helmet. Together, you lift your helmet off. Your eyes sting a bit at the bright lighting from the interior of the ship. Din lets out an appreciative noise as he lifts his hand to stroke your cheek. Pressing a kiss to his thumb, you hook your fingers into his belt and pull him closer, until your tits press up against the cool beskar plate on his chest.

Din brings out his restraints and a grin crosses your face, your pussy clenching in excitement. He encloses your wrists in the rings before testing them. Not too tight, not too loose.

“Ready?” Din asks.

“Ready,” you nod, “Safe word is behot.”

With your confirmation, Din moves swiftly, almost too quickly for you to track. He marches you into the bedroom and tosses you down onto the bed, where you bounce and squeak. Paz follows, already shedding his armor and clothes into the chair. Once Din is naked – save for his helmet – he crawls onto the bed with you, the mattress creaking under his weight. You kick out at him but miss, growling in frustration.

“She’s a feisty little thing, isn’t she?” Din asks Paz. The other man comes to join you, settling on your other side.

As Paz runs his finger along your breast, you bite at him. He laughs and then he thumps his finger against the end of your nose.

“This might be a problem, Paz,” Din says conversationally.

“What is it?” Paz asks.

“It looks like she’s pushed all our cum out of her,” Din says, swiping his fingers through the tacky mess on your thighs.

“We spent all day making those loads for your pussy,” Paz scolds you, tweaking your nipple.

“I never wanted them in the first place,” you growl up at them.

“Sweet kitten,” Din soothes, parting your knees and settling between them. “If you didn’t want to be bred, you shouldn’t have run your mouth.”

“Shouldn’t have called us old and incompetent,” Paz says.

“Called us unworthy of fucking this sweet pussy,” Din adds.

You can’t help the needy moan that escapes you while he strokes his cock to full stiffness. Lifting your hips, you writhe, pulling against Paz’s grip as he holds your wrists above your head.

“You say you don’t want to be pregnant,” Din chuckles lowly. Then he starts pushing in, sliding in with a satisfying thrust. Then he growls, his head falling back as he pauses, letting you feel the throb of his cock in you. “Look at the way you’re whining and writhing on my cock. You want this.”

“We’ll have to keep her chained to this bed until she’s pregnant,” Paz says.

You can’t help but to tighten around Din. He laughs, giving you a short thrust.

“I think she likes the idea of being chained to this bed and used,” Din looks over at Paz.

“Is she like a vice?” Paz asks, feigning surprise.

With one hand, he holds your arms down. With the other, he begins fondling your tits, tweaking your nipple and twisting. Then he smacks lightly, making you squeak and writhe. Din begins to thrust shallowly, his helmet tilting down toward your tits.

“I think she’s trying to keep me from pulling out,” Din says.

“I knew it,” Paz purrs, tracing a gentle finger along your jaw. “You’re a slut for a big, thick cock in you, aren’t you?”

“No!” you blurt out, twisting under Din. “Get it out! NO!”

Paz releases you to get up. Din catches your wrists and presses your palms to his chest as Paz goes to the wall.

“Dig your nails into me,” Din orders firmly.

“Like this?” you pant up at him, as Paz turns the lights off. “Or – or is it t-too much?”

“Make it hurt,” Din barks at you.

You obey, tightening your fingers until your nails dig in. He lets out a growl of pleasure, his hips snapping into yours sharply. Each thrust fills you to the brim and a little more, earning a squeak as he finds the line between pleasure and pain. The light turns off and you hear a thud as Din puts his helmet on the bedside table. Then another as Paz puts his down. The mattress shifts and Paz takes over holding you down.

“Baby, can I please spit in your mouth?” Din whispers, nuzzling along your jaw. You smile and press a kiss against his temple.

“Of course,” you respond.

He groans. Din’s hand finds your jaw and he presses against your cheeks to pry your jaws apart. Then he hooks his thumb over your lower teeth and pulls, holding your mouth open. You let out an inelegant noise as he traces your teeth with his tongue. Then he slides it in further, mapping the roof of your mouth and then your teeth. Din pulls back just a bit and he spits. Of course, he misses your mouth in the dark, so most of it ends up on your cheeks. Din releases you and you swallow, sighing as he starts hitting that spot that makes you see stars.

“Did you like that?” he asks gently, pressing his lips to your temple.

“Yes,” you whisper, “Can you…uhm…”

“What is it, baby?” Paz asks, stroking your arms.

“Be rougher, please?” you ask shyly.

“Anything you want,” Din says. “Are you ready?”

“Yes,” you confirm. “I’m ready.”

Din starts rolling his hips harder against yours and Paz’s grip grows tighter, verging on painful. Your eyes roll back up in your head as Din bites the meat of your shoulder and sucks hard. Din palms one breast for a moment, rolling and squeezing before pinching your nipple.

“These titties bounce so beautifully,” Din says. “You like this, kitten? Feeling my cock this far in you?”

“No,” you gasp, arching your back to welcome him in deeper. “No, don’t – don’t want to – “

Paz tweaks both your nipples sharply. You cry out at the little starbursts of pain radiating from your breasts. Then he smacks firmly, making your entire body twitch.

“If you didn’t want us breeding you, you would have kept that smart mouth of yours shut,” Paz says, squeezing again. “So glad you decided to run your mouth, kitten. Never would have known how fucking good you feel.”

“You told us you were ovulating,” Din pants. “Did you think we would turn the invitation down?”

Warmth fills your belly as your pussy begins to throb around his cock. Din groans.

“If you didn’t want to be bred, you wouldn’t be moaning for cock like the little whore you are,” Paz interjects, his hand sliding toward your belly.

You choke out a sob, bucking your hips against Din’s half-heartedly, breaths coming in sharp, gasping pants.

“Come on my cock, my sweet little slut,” Din orders, and you fall apart.

“No, no, no,” you sob out while you come, “Ple-please pull out, don’t do this, Din – “

He groans and lunges forward, heaving gasps escaping him as he finishes, filling you with that liquid warmth you crave. Tightening your legs around his waist, you keep him trapped snugly in you. He thrusts shallowly for a few moments.

“There you go, kitten,” he rasps into your shoulder. “Another load for your fertile pussy.”

“My turn,” Paz says cheerfully.

Din releases you, pressing another kiss to your forehead, and pulls out with a wet noise. You collapse onto the bed, legs spread wantonly, as you try to catch your breath. Paz settles between your knees. He thrusts in sharply, wrenching a cry of surprise from you as he fills you. He begins to move, each thrust rocking your body on the covers.

“Fuck,” Paz grunts.

Arching your back, you whine, tightening your legs around Paz’s waist.

“Please,” you whine, “Harder, Paz.”

A desperate noise escapes you as he goes still.

“What was that, kitten?” he asks.

“Harder, please,” you mewl impatiently.

“Did we change your mind?” Din croons, tracing your jaw with his fingers. “Do you want to be filled up with cum, little slut?”

Another impatient noise escapes you as you lift your hips, urging Paz to continue what he was doing before. He doesn’t move, much to your chagrin. Your lower lip slides out in a pout.

“Tell me exactly what you want from me, kitten,” Paz says.

“I want you to fuck me please. Finish in me, I want every last drop,” you moan into his ear, sighing when he starts moving again. “Wanna be bred.”

“Good girl,” Paz rumbles in response.

“Wanna do what I was made to do,” you sigh, digging your nails into his back. “Get knocked up.”

He keeps a slow and unhurried pace, your mewls and pleas falling on deaf ears. He works you slowly to the edge, drawing out each thrust and kiss until you feel like your entire body quivering in desperation. He changes his pace then, grinding his pubic bone into your clit, giving you the friction and pressure that you so desperately need. Biting on your lower lip, you lift your hips, digging your nails into his back as you start to come. Paz bites you again and orgasm hits you like a freighter. You sob his name out, toes curling, as the pleasure wracks your body.

Paz rests inside you as you come down from your high, feeling fuzzy and warm, as if you’re about to fall asleep. He pulls out. A generous amount of his spend follows. He presses his lips to your forehead as you start to drowse off.

“Rest,” he murmurs. “You will need your strength, kitten.”

As you drift off, Paz tucks a blanket around you. Vaguely, you hear Din and Paz arguing over who sleeps where, but you tune them out, sinking into the warm abyss of sleep.

You aren’t quite sure how many times the two of them fuck you throughout the next few days. Originally, you had tagged along to hunt with them, but the two men clearly had other plans in mind. That first night, they keep you in bed, letting you out only for a trip to the bathroom and for food. The cuffs are loose enough for you to slip out in case of emergency, but you don’t take advantage of that fact. Honestly, the thought of being entirely at their mercy gets you soaked in seconds. Din also refuses to let you wear clothes. Any attempt to cover up is met with a growl and a very swift undressing.

Cover your tits with your hands? Din reaches for the handcuffs. He even threatens to hide the blankets and pillows until you agree to remain completely naked for his viewing pleasure. “If you’re cold,” Din says, “You come to me, and I’ll keep you warm.” Paz only shakes his head.

During the days, they alternate who hunts and who stays behind with you. When it’s Din’s turn to stay behind, he likes keeping you cuffed. Sometimes, when you’re very naughty, he’ll cuff you to the pilot’s seat and keep you between his knees. Then, he’ll slide his flaccid cock in your mouth and keep it there until you can get it hard again. Sometimes, when you get a little too fresh with him, he will finish on your face. He likes mocking you when you sulk about him wasting a load like that. Then, while you’re protesting, Din will slide his cock right back into your mouth to shut you up. When you’ve behaved to his liking, Din will finish in your pussy and tell you what a good girl you’ve been.

Paz, on the other hand, can’t stay out of your pussy. When it’s his turn to stay with you, he just plops you into his lap and buries his cock inside you. Paz is a very patient man. Sometimes, he makes you sit perfectly still on his cock. He won’t touch you until you break apart and beg him for his touch. Then, and only then, will he let you finish. Other times, he flat out uses you, not caring if you get off in the process. Then he makes you sit there in complete silence, feeling as his cock goes all soft inside you. If you make the mistake of letting his cock slip out, Paz will sigh in disappointment and make you lick up the mess that escapes your poor abused pussy.

On the fourth day of your scheduled breeding, Din comes back with something he promises you will “love”. He heads into the galley for a few minutes. You can hear the sounds of running water and him washing something. After his shower, he joins the two of you in the bed. Paz pulls out and Din replaces him. You whine impatiently – Paz hasn’t let you finish all day long. He’s kept you on the edge the entire time. Not thirty seconds later, Din also finishes, and you sulk as he pulls out.

Then something soft and squishy presses right up against your abused entrance. Your pussy resists for a few moments – whatever it is, it’s big – but it eventually pops in. You squirm as it slides in, pressing up against your g-spot.

“What the hell?” you ask Din.

“It’s an egg,” Din says proudly. “This way, we’ll be able to keep our cum inside you while you’re doing your chores, kitten.”

“I like that idea,” Paz says. “Speaking of chores, I’m hungry.”

“Me too,” Din says.

“Go get dinner on the table, woman,” Paz says, smacking your ass cheek as you roll off the bed.

The instant they found out you like being told what to do, they started taking shameless advantage of it. When they’re not fucking you, Paz and Din often have you cleaning armor or doing the cleaning around the ship. Paz especially loves watching you in the galley as you cook the meals. This is the only exception to Din’s demand that you stay naked. He lets you wear an apron to do the cooking so you don’t accidentally burn yourself. As soon as you’re finished in the galley, Din takes the apron from you and locks it up.

It took a little bit before you got used to the egg inside you, but now, it feels quite nice pressing up against your g-spot. Not only that, it keeps their spend from leaking out and making a horrible mess on your thighs. Din and Paz like seeing evidence of you being bred, but the thought of having it plugged up inside you is far more appealing to them. You can’t help but to find their eagerness to knock you up weirdly endearing.

“We should keep her like this forever,” Din says one evening while he fucks into your limp body, forcing a mortified moan out of you. “Naked and fucked into submission.”

“I like it much better when she’s cooking and cleaning,” Paz leers, stroking his cock as he waits for Din to finish, “Imagine how good she’ll look with a big belly on her. Cooking, cleaning, and looking after the little ones.”

Din swears as he finishes, coating your walls with another thick layer of spend. He pulls out and you squirm a bit. Your walls are hypersensitive now, almost tender from the sheer number of times the two warriors have fucked into your body. Paz laughs as he pushes in, plugging Din’s cum inside you.

“How many brats are we going to breed out of her?” Din asks, turning your head to the side.

He traces your lips with the head of his cock, smearing his spend and your slick onto your face. Obediently, you open your mouth and lick at the head of his cock. Din sighs as he slides in with short, gentle thrusts. Once they found out that you could swallow their cocks up to the hilt, neither one had been shy about using your mouth to get hard.

“Six,” Paz says, “Six sounds good.”

“Do you like the sound of that, kitten?” Din asks, tilting his helmet down at you. “Do you think you can breed us six children?”

You pull your mouth off Din’s cock and give him a look of pure disbelief.

“Competent warriors could provide for more than six,” you say hoarsely. “Only a useless, ancient fucker like you would stop at six.”

Paz starts to laugh hysterically at the incredulity in Din’s posture. Din sighs and picks up the big, squishy silicone egg he bought. Then he pops it into your pussy and smacks your ass.

“My armor needs to be cleaned,” he says. “Get to work, woman.”

“Yes, sir,” you sigh, as you bring your knees together and slide off the table.

They drop you off back home with the rest of the supplies. From there, Din and Paz go on to pursue the more dangerous bounties that they don’t quite trust you with. It doesn’t really offend you – you really aren’t that great of a hunter. They can handle themselves alone. They make a formidable team when partnered up together. When you go in for your medical examination, Doctor Shen just sort of stares at the results of the scan.

“Is this why you came to ask for the pregnancy cocktail?”

“I told them I was ready to have a baby,” you say shyly. “I’m so happy they were willing to help.”

Her hand on her hip is the equivalent of a raised brow.

“You’re covered in bruises and bite marks,” she says. “Did you get any hunting done at all?”

“I hunted for the first few days,” you say defensively. “Then I did a personal scan and found I was going to be ovulating soon.”

She sighs and shakes her head.

“It’ll be a little bit before we can determine if you succeeded,” she says. “So, take it easy for now.”

Twelve weeks later, Doctor Shen confirms that yes, Paz and Din were quite successful in knocking you up. When they get back, you deliver the good news. You expect them to be overjoyed – which they are – but you do not expect them to start arguing on the spot over who gets to raise the child. It gets to the point where they look like they’re ready to start brawling, so you swiftly cut in.

“You idiots had no problem taking turns fucking me,” you say, ignoring all the witnesses in the room. “You won’t have a problem taking turns raising this baby with me.”

Paz and Din grumble about having to ‘put up with’ the other, but eventually concede. You won’t admit it, but it feels nice being fought over by the two more competent warriors in the Tribe. You know you’re the recipient of many jealous looks from the others, but you have no desire to share them with anyone else. As your belly grows larger, Paz finally lets you move into his room, which is much larger than the bunk you share with your friend. (Din also moves in, so he can ‘make sure’ that Paz is looking after you.)

Then they start arguing about whose name the baby is going to get, which clan it is going to be raised in, and which warrior you were going to marry. (Armorer ends up cutting into the argument and telling you to just marry them both because she’s sick of hearing their voices and could you please tell them to shut up?)

Paz wins getting the two of you to join up as part of his clan. Regardless of clan politics, the Vizsla emblem does get certain benefits. You win the last name debacle by saying the baby gets your last name. Finally, Din gets to name the baby. (Though you remind him that any stupd names like Ori’buyce will immediately be vetoed.)

When you’re starting to get round, Din and Paz spend a lot of their time simply touching you, marveling at the changes in your body. You have to sleep between them most nights because they’re always underfoot, wanting to feel the baby move. Now, being pregnant isn’t a deterrent for either one.

In fact, the bigger your belly gets, the more they want to pleasure you. It doesn’t ever get rough – Paz and Din don’t want to risk hurting you or the baby – but it takes very little to convince them to please you. This late in your pregnancy, it’s hard to manage sex comfortably. So, they have to be creative.

Paz will make a nest of pillows on the armchair outside and layers a few towels onto the cushion. Then he carefully nestles you onto it, lifting your legs onto the arm rests until you’re spread wide open for them. (This is approximately the same time that Din loses control over his mouth.)

Din loves to tell you how good you look with a big, round belly. He comments on how your breasts have changed, how they feel heavy and ripe and full in his palms. Paz likes to tell you that you look like some sort of fertile goddess, ready to bring life into the world. He likes kissing every stretch mark and worshiping your pussy. When you’re appropriately dazed and incapable of forming a coherent sentence, they’ll let you rest. (The bigger the wet spot you leave behind on the pile of towels, the prouder they are of themselves.)

When you’re only a week from giving birth, the two of them start nesting hard. You have to wade through boxes of baby supplies to get into the little room you’ve turned into the nursery. The two idiots feed off of the other’s anxiety to the point where you have to pry baby supplies out of their hands and order them to rest. (You only have to threaten to get Doctor Shen three times before they calm down and stop panicking.)

The delivery goes smoothly. Din and Paz stay by your side the entire time, holding your hand and sponging the sweat off your forehead. They both cry more than the baby does as you hold him close to your chest. You know who fathered him, but neither Din nor Paz care. From there, they take you straight home. The two of them make a marvelous team, especially when it comes to Wife and Baby Care Duties.

Baby needs to be fed? Din’s already up to grab the baby, while Paz is finding some burp cloths for you. Diaper needs to be changed at night? You don’t know about it until you check the baby diaper log. (You are definitely getting the better end of the deal here, but you won’t complain about not having to change the diapers at night.)

By the time you’re on baby five (or six, was it? You’re not sure how many kids you have at this point), Paz and Din have already started staying at home longer and longer to bask in their well-earned ‘retirement’. They haven’t stopped hunting of course. Paz or Din just takes a young hunter or two with him to give them one-on-one tutelage.

“It’s a real privilege to be in this position,” Paz explains, as he shaves the remaining stubble off his face. “Back on Nevarro, we didn’t have this privilege. We had to go out on our own. We never had backup.”

“Kids are going to be soft,” Din mutters, though you can see the proud smile on his face. “We’ll have to toughen them up.”

“They’re lucky to have the two of you,” you respond quietly, to avoid waking up the newest member of the family. “Passing on your knowledge and skill…we’ll be all the stronger for it.”

“Exactly,” Din says, plastering a kiss onto your forehead.

“Can’t wait to take the ad’ika out,” Paz says dreamily. “Hopefully, we’ll be able to arrange childcare so you can come along.”

“I’m not missing any of their first hunts,” you say flatly. “The Tribe will just need to suck it up and babysit.”

The two of them only laugh at your indignant response. As you look out into the living room, you smile as you see your offspring spread out on the couch, watching a ‘borrowed’ movie. They will make fine warriors, you think to yourself, especially with who their fathers are.

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Bunk Buddies - Shinarthur

I roleplay as Shinra/Arthur, dm if you have a Shinra/Arthur muse. This prompt is just a suggestion.

Brief: Shinra can’t sleep and decides to pester his roommate instead. In a turn of events, two bodies end up cramped onto one bunk. (See tags for triggers and end of post for notes)

AU/Canon: Canon | Words: 1,245

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It was late in the evening, midnight long forgotten on the clock, but Shinra found himself surprisingly wide awake.

He lay on his back, hands linked across his stomach, crimson eyes losing focus and then refocusing on the ceiling.

His index finger was tapping against the back of his left palm. He was exceedingly bored, unsure why he had been plagued with this early morning energy.

There was nothing for Shinra to do. He could practically quote the magazine beneath his pillow from how many times he’d read it and his phone was charging on his desk. He wouldn’t be able to get it without disturbing Arthur.

Arthur.

Shinra silently rolled onto his waist and scooted to the side of his bunk, leaning over the edge as he stared down at the unresponsive blond.

His body contradicted his mind because where Shinra’s thoughts screamed ‘ugly’, his heartbeat was ameliorating within his chest.

Shinra pursed his lips. He knew it was immature to wake Arthur up, especially when they had training in a few hours, but he was so extraordinarily bored.

His lips began to stretch into his maniacal smile and he reached for his pillow. In one swift motion, he tossed the object at the other’s head.

Unsurprisingly, Arthur immediately awoke with a fright. He grabbed the handle of Excalibur and sat up at a remarkably fast speed. Still being dazed and half-asleep, this meant Arthur was quick to bang his forehead against the bunk above him.

Shinra crinkled his eyes and began to laugh, covering his mouth with one of his hands to try and stifle the noises. His laughing only grew louder as he watched Arthur head-butt the base of his own bed.

It took Arthur a moment to configure his thoughts. When he realised they weren’t under attack, he dropped his trusty sword and resorted to clutching his forehead.

“What the hell, devil?” He complained in a tired groan, rubbing the irritated pink patch of skin.

Shinra snorted, borderline wheezing, leaning further over the side of the bed to mock Arthur’s plight. “It’s not like you have any braincells left to kill!” He teased.

Arthur’s eyes narrowed as he tilted his head to stare up at the other male, noticing the way his brown hair dangled and swung with the way his body was leaning vertically downward.

It was... adorable... in some stupidly juvenile sense.

“I’d like to try and keep the ones I do have.” He retorted with a yawn, stealing a glance at the clock. It was three in the morning. Why was Shinra awake? Could he not sleep? And more importantly, why did Arthur care?

That toothy smile was a blinding light in the darkness of their bedroom. “That’ll be easy! Seen as you’re trying to protect nothing- Woah!” His tease was cut short when the one remaining hand gripping the bunk’s support railing slipped and Shinra went toppling over the side.

Truth be told, this was not the first time Shinra had fallen from the top bunk, so despite the sudden tension across his shoulders, Arthur didn’t shift from the bed to make sure the brunette was okay.

“You deserved that.” He muttered, ignoring the boy’s mewls of pain from the floor and instead settling back against his mattress, slotting Excalibur snug beside him.

“Arthur-”

“No.”

“Arthuuuur-” The voice whined from somewhere on the ground.

“What the hell do you want, devil?” The blond huffed, draping an arm across his eyes. Knights weren’t supposed to be awake at this hour in the morning, he should have this male executed for disturbing him.

“I think I broke my back.”

“You’re not a princess. I’m not going to save you.” Arthur retorted, somewhat relieved by hearing the other’s snicker. If Shinra was capable of laughing, he certainly hadn’t broken his back. Again, that question resurfaced; why did Arthur care?

He listened to the faint sound of shuffling, before feeling the side of his mattress dip. This prompted Arthur to remove the arm draped across his eyes.

“So, if I was dying, you wouldn’t help me?” Shinra questioned, crawling further onto Arthur’s bunk. There was no discontent behind those words, Arthur could tell the raven was only playing with him. That realisation motivated his answer.

“Definitely not.” He denied, but seemingly made no attempt to have Shinra leave his bed.

Shinra sat on his hands and knees, that familiar smile reclaiming his lips once again. “I would help you.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of Arthur’s mouth. “A knight doesn’t need the help of a devil. I have Excalibur and that’s all I require-”

“Why do you sleep with it? That’s so weird.” Shinra interrupted him, reaching forward and untucking the sword, pulling it away from its possessor.

Arthur blamed the lack of sleep for his slow reaction time. “Hey!” He sat up, only to have Shinra’s hand centring on his chest, keeping him pushed away and the blade held from reach. “Give it back!”

“Ah ah ah,” Shinra tutted, outstretching his arm further when Arthur feebly attempted to reach for it. “I’m just looking-”

“It’s only supposed to be touched by noble hands!” Arthur simultaneously argued and insulted.

Shinra furrowed his brows. “I have the hands of a hero! A hero is better than any nobleman!” He disputed.

Despite the situation, there was a sweet, unspoken trust between the pair. Arthur didn’t enjoy people touching his sword and yet, here he was, not putting up much of a fight to retrieve it from Shinra.

That was something Shinra could respect. He let the blade slip from between his fingertips and fall onto the floor. “Why don’t you sleep with a human and not a piece of metal? You damn weirdo!”

Arthur’s eyes diverted from the blade laying against the floor to Shinra’s face. “Excalibur is not just a ‘piece of metal’!” He argued, before sliding his arm across the back of Shinra’s neck and tugging him forward. His leg found purchase around the other’s waist, pulling him into a chokehold.

Shinra beamed, placing both his hands on Arthur’s chest and reciprocating the wrestle with the boy.

“Die!”

“No, you die!”

Their breathing grew more laboured the longer they struggled, until they mutually grew too tired to continue.

Shinra was sprawled over the top of Arthur, his face buried into the pillow beside the blond’s messy hair.

Arthur panted softly, before jabbing two of his fingers against Shinra’s side. “Get off me.” He mumbled, attempting to move but being entirely squished.

Shinra simply hummed in response. “No, I’m comfy,” He denied, but he continued to speak before Arthur could argue in retaliation. “Besides, I’m much better than a piece of metal.”

Arthur let his hand drop down to his side. Wide blue eyes were staring at the bunk above, an unsolicited stagger growing ever prevalent in his heartbeat.

“...Not a piece of metal.” He whispered softly in response after an extended period of silence.

Despite having his face buried into the pillow, Shinra’s mouth still managed to curl upward in a smile. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He retorted, voice muffled.

But, in the grand scheme of things, as exhaustion started to override Shinra’s consciousness, he began to realise that laying like this, so close to the blond, was what helped himself sleep at night.

And, in the morning, when the pair awoke warm and entangled, mutual screaming filled the base, as did the pounding of both their hearts.

✧༝┉┉┉┉┉˚*❋ ❋ ❋*˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✧

[Okay, I had to write about these two, I just really love their dynamic and it definitely paves the way for an enemies-friends-lovers relationship. I can imagine the pair of them having their first kiss really late at night while sharing one of their bunks (because you best believe it becomes a common occurrence). Getting caught by their acquaintances and having to feign disgust would also be amusing.]

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Little Piece of Heaven (M)

→ Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader (female)

→ Word Count: 8k

→ Genre: Valentine’s Day AU | First time (sort of) AU | Fluff | Smut

→ Warnings: Implied past abuse (Previous relationship), reader has a little trauma, reader doesn’t like to be touched, first time sex with boyfriend, first time sex after past abuse, so much fluff, mild mention of panic attacks and oncoming attacks, soft boyfriend Joon, fingering, cunnilingus, making out, dry humping, face-sitting, protected sex (be smart kiddos), cockwarming if you squint, sort of porn with little mention of plot (?), empowered abuse survivor, probably the most fluffy writing with dark undertones, implied first attempt with Joon, Joon is a saint and everyone needs one of him, I think that’s it

→ Summary: A sexually abusive relationship left her untouchable and almost inconsolable, until a white knight named Namjoon made his way into her heart, mind, and soul. Three years of a relationship together with constant attempts to stop the panic attacks and test the boundaries of intimacy, Y/N decides Valentine’s Day is the perfect day to show him how much she appreciates his presence and how much she’s improved… all because of him.

→ A/N: Okay, so I tried with the warnings but I just wanted to state things a little better down here for those interested. A better description for those wondering if it’s going to be triggering for them: It’s about a girl who finally reaches the point in healing after her previous abuse to successfully make love to her partner. He’s not abusive, there’s nothing triggering or any mentions of the actual abuse. It’s very mellow and calm, extremely soft with oral consent, so if you don’t find any of that triggering, you’re safe.

→ A/N Part 2: I fixed the “fat” instead of “sat” mistake and the others I could see. If anyone else sees something off, lemme know. My editing software didn’t flag out of place words so excuse the dumb mistakes c: ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE 100+ LIKES!

The jingling of keys and gentle closing of the door signaled the arrival of my boyfriend. The sounds echoed through our tiny one-bedroom apartment despite his every attempt to not make too much noise in case I was asleep.

Namjoon spent every waking moment at school with a job at the campus bookstore on top of his night classes. His schedule took a bit of getting used to at first, but paired with my morning classes and afternoon tutoring gig, it worked out in the end. It ended up working well for the both of us, aside from the fact that I was always in bed before he got home. At least we still got to go to sleep and wake up next to each other.

I heard him set his keys down on the island counter and start walking back towards the bedroom. The thudding of his boots stopped at our open doorway and I swore I could hear him wiggling his feet out of them. He waddled across the floor in his socks before the the rustling sounds of his clothes brought a smile to my face. He was always an awkward one, especially when it came to changing clothes. It was more like him wrestling himself out of them rather than stripping.

I remembered the week I no longer cringed at the sound of his zipper. When I could actually laugh at the thought of him tripping over his pant legs when he couldn't get them off completely.

A lot had changed since then.

"Hey, baby. I'm home," he whispered, sliding into bed behind me and tucking himself under the covers to snuggle up to my back. He didn't hold me tight, instead opting to throw a loose arm over my waist as his front barely touched my back.

The thick layer of darkness flooding the room didn't stop me from taking a peek at his arm to see what he wore. As expected, I noticed the little bit of sweater paw caused by only Joon's most favorite t-shirt in his closet. Despite the cuteness of it all, a small part of me was almost grateful that he wasn't bare.

I frowned at the though, placing my arm atop the one draped over my side. "Hey."

I only sat there for a moment before forcing myself to turn around and face him. After a long day at work and school, I liked to take some time at the end of the night to look at him. He always had such a soft look on his face whenever I checked him out, letting me do it for as long as I wanted with no interruptions. Sometimes I thought that maybe he got a kick out of my little routine. Who knew.

His soft brown eyes focused in on my face, adjusting to the sudden darkness as I scooted myself a tad bit closer to him. Even in the dark, I saw his little dimples poke through as he smiled at our closeness.

"Did I wake you?" He asked, his fingers sauntering up my arm to cup my cheek in his palm with hesitance.

I nuzzled the side of my face into his hand, pressing a quick kiss to it with a consenting smile. Nothing hurt me more than to watch him walk on eggshells more than he already did for me. It wasn't fair to him.

"No, I was waiting for you to come home. How was your day?"

He brushed back the little hairs that framed the side of my face and grazed his knuckles across my skin.

"Work was decent. Our new hire, Jimin, started today and we got along quite well. He seems pretty cool. As for school, well -- it was school. If I look at one more calculus problem tonight, I'm going to scream. I'm actually going to have nightmares about it," he giggled and I found myself laughing along with him.

I wasn't good enough in math to be in calculus but I spent enough time studying with Joon to know that the workload was ridiculous. Especially with midterms around the corner.

"I'm glad your day went well," I mumbled, leaning forward to brush my nose gently against his. It wasn't a big gesture but we both shared a love for the little things.

"Yeah, I am too." He nudged my nose with his and hummed.

"Hey babe?" I smiled. "Happy Valentine's Day."

Leaning forward, I pressed a delicate kiss to his beautiful pink lips, the ones I could never get enough of. I sighed out against him at the warmth of his face, no doubt his body was as warm if not warmer. I brushed that thought off by clearing my throat. One step at a time.

"Happy Valentine's, babygirl. Couldn't imagine a better way to spend it than this," Joonie muttered with his lips still flush against mine. He pushed our foreheads together, nose skimming alongside one another as we laid there peacefully.

I loved any chance to sit with him that close, but even with him laying all snug beside me, something felt off. No matter how close the two of us got, we couldn't get our bodies to be that intimate either. In my mind, I loved him, trusted him. That didn't stop me from having to remind him that none of it was his fault, even if his hand or close proximity was the trigger. It felt like a burden to want to love somebody when your body and mind didn't match up. It dragged him down and upset him more than I would ever forgive myself for.

And somehow, the consolation for us both was the amount of progress I'd made in three short years Namjoon and I were together. When we first met, everything was so much worse. I wouldn't let him hold my hand or give me a hug until six months into knowing him, and it was only because he was different. He was the only person I didn't have to force myself to be okay around and the only person who knew the extent and cause of my fear. I remembered thinking to myself, 'Why would someone like him be with someone like me.' Over the years, he made it his job to make sure I knew the answer to that.

I'm not broken.

After that, we spent months working on sleeping in the same room, since some of the first attempts ended with panicking that freaked him out as much as it did me. Still it never came close to how bad it was when we tried sleeping in the same bed.

Namjoon's gentle fingers danced across my cheek and I let the thoughts of the person I used to be float away with each touch.

"Everything okay?" He asked me while his thumbs ran over the smooth flesh of my cheek. While I was in thought, he seemed to have pulled a bit away to watch me. He always knew exactly when I needed to stop thinking so much. It was one of the many reasons I continued to push my boundaries with him.

"Yeah, everything's fine." I smiled and turned my head to press a quick peck to his rough palm. "I've been thinking a lot about something recently." His eyes grew wide, as if I said something worth making him nervous when it was the other way around.

A couple months before, I started seeing a sex therapist to help me with my intimacy issues. I passed it off as tutoring work because I didn't want to disappoint Joon if it didn't work out. I felt stupid for lying to him about something so important, especially when he was the only support system I had.

But it worked. A few months of working with her and searching myself, Joon and I went further than we had before. We slept in the same bed, pretty much snuggled up against one another every night with no attacks and no stress. He was smart, way smart enough to notice that things had gotten better. So why not tell him?

I bit my lip as I tried to word what I wanted to say. 'I want to have sex with you' was a little brazen and 'let's try to make love' sounded cringy in my head. Doubt clouded my thoughts as I recalled the last time we had this conversation. It didn't go well.

"I don't know... how to uh," I started, only to look up into his eyes and realize I was completely unprepared to bring it up with him. Did that mean I wasn't ready?

No, no. I was definitely ready.

I pushed myself to sit up, leaning against the wall behind the head of our bed and curling my knees up to my chest. As soon as I did that, he sat up in alarm with his hand placed on mine in support.

"It's nothing bad, I promise. I've spent a lot of time thinking about you and... us. It's weird to see how far we've come over the past few years and I've realized something. There's something I want to try, because I trust you and it's something I want to share with you." I trailed on, my eyes beginning to wander before I forced myself to refocus my attention on him.

He looked a little nervous, even after I promised it wasn't something bad. In a weird way, I felt relieved that he was anxious to hear what I was anxious to say.

"I want... I want to have sex with you." Clearing my throat, I forced it out. I didn't have enough energy to keep stressing over it.

He didn't exactly react immediately. Whether that was a good or bad thing was beyond me. I could see the wheels turning in his head, no doubt trying to make sense of what I said and piece together the implication.

Maybe I shouldn't have said anything to him. Maybe in his own way, he wasn't ready to try again so soon after the last time. What if he didn't want to do that with me? What if he settled for me because we could hardly be anything more than platonic?

"I don't understand. What changed?" His grip on my hand tightened, not enough to hurt me but instead reinforcing his support.

"Me. I've changed. I've grown so much with you and I've been thinking about this a lot because it's something I've wanted to give you. You deserve at least this much, and I know that's not a valid reason to have sex with someone and it's not the only one. I started seeing a therapist to help me get over... everything. I wanted it to be a possible option for us and our relationship," I spewed out. My words must've come out quick, since Joon grew closer to me with a more concerned look on his face. It was the same face he made when he was trying to memorize a new formula or work out a difficult equation.

"I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and if we have to take years to get past everything, then we will. There's no rush." He took my face into both his hands and looked me straight in the eyes, reminding me exactly why I wanted to do this for him. It was the same reason I longed to be intimate with him. I wanted him to push me on my back and whisper how much he loved me while we make love and that's what we were going to do. No matter what it took.

I couldn't help but smile at his protectiveness, not to mention the thought of being with him for the rest of my life.

Reaching up, I grabbed at his cheeks with my own sweater paw-covered hands, cupping his face like he always did to me. And with a calmness I didn't know I had in me, I kissed him. His eyes took a couple of seconds to close before I felt his lashes flutter against my cheeks. That's when I knew I finally had him.

He released a quivering breath as our lips parted but before he could pull away from me, I pushed myself up onto my knees with confidence. His velvety lips were gentle against my own as he mirrored my actions until we both knelt on the bed with our bodies pressed tightly together. I pulled him into me, taking his plush bottom lip into my mouth to smooth my tongue over it with practiced ease. He released a soft huff against me, moving a hand to brush some hair behind my ear while the other slid down my waist. His fingers pressed into the soft skin there with purpose, somehow managing to ease the frenzy my heart went through. He made me feel safe and loved and protected.

Ah, I loved him.

I moved my arm to wrap around his next, securing him to me as our kiss became more open. The more our mouths molded to one another, his will to resist faded into nothing as he finally opened his mouth up to me. Our tongues danced and tangled, leaving me dizzy and completely oblivious to the outside world. I forgot the broken girl who was afraid of him, despite knowing he'd never hurt her. I forgot the times we struggled to try and physically love each other, as if our lips and teeth erased all the dark.

Namjoon pulled away from me for a brief second with a thin string of our mixed saliva connecting the two of us. He kept his eyes on me in a gaze that I couldn't recognize. I scrunched my brows.

"Tell me that this isn't what you want and I'll stop. You know I would do nothing to hurt you," he choked out with pain in his voice. My thoughts drifted back to the last time he said those words, right before out whole night fell apart. All because of me.

I pushed myself up higher, straightening my back and gathering as much confidence as I could. Running my fingers through his soft brunette locks, I dug my fingers in enough to hold him there. "Please don't stop," I whispered, scanning over his face to watch it melt with resolve. Without the hesitance he held from before, he closed the distance between us once more and framed my face with his hands as he kissed me sweetly.

With my answer clear for the both of us, he supported my back and laid me down to sweep my legs out from underneath me. He rested himself above me with no part of him aside from his arms and lips touching me as he held himself up. His arms were wobbling with the exertion to balance on the mattress and keep off of me. He didn't want to touch me. That wouldn't do.

"I want you to make love to me, baby," I mumbled against him, retracting my arms from his neck to grip at his shirt and pull him down onto me. As his body came into contact with mine, an odd and unfamiliar heat burned between my legs. He pressed up against me completely, his hard-on flush against my core. I wasn't used to the warmth there let alone the new set of hips spreading my legs open.

I let out a noise I hardly recognized as he drove his hips gently into mine, earning a soft groan from Joon and a few pecks along my jaw. Goosebumps raised the hair on my right side as he buried his face in my neck to leave a trail of wet kisses.

"I'm going to do a lot more than that, babygirl. I'm going to show you that you're my world and you deserve everything I have to offer you."

He traveled down my neck, lips ghosting across my skin until the neckline of my shirt got in the way. I peered down in time to watch his finger run down my chest and stomach, skimming down my body until he reached the hem. He paused to look up at me with the obvious question lingering in his eyes.

"Can I take this off?" He asked, playing with the bottom of the shirt until I bit my lip and nodded 'yes'. Despite my answer, he didn't move.

"I want to hear you say it, Y/N. Out loud. I'm not making any mistakes this time." He pushed himself back up to press a chaste kiss to my lips before I cleared my throat out of nervousness. Even with mild anxiety, I knew what I wanted.

"Yes."

He scanned my face once more before taking my word, fingertips sliding underneath the shirt to pull it up. He inched it up my body until the bottom of my breast poked out from beneath, and still he kept his eyes on my face. I leaned up to help him remove my shirt completely, baring myself naked from the waist up for his eyes to feast on. Only he didn't. Almost a year since he'd seen that much of me and he couldn't take his eyes off my face. If something made me cry that night, chances pointed at that small notion.

The same dopey smile stuck on his lips as he traced my bottom lip with his thumb.

"You're so beautiful." His smile grew bigger and I couldn't help but smile myself. The heat on my cheeks made it difficult to look at him in the eyes, but I pushed past that. I nuzzled against his hand and gathered the strength to look up at him.

He leaned in for another kiss, this one sloppier and somehow more comforting than the others. His lips cushioned mine, tongue smoothing over what he could until our teeth clashed and I lost sight of what was mine and what was his.

The kiss didn't last as long as I wanted it to, instead he broke it off to once again travel his way down my body. His hands slid into mine, providing me with some support as his lips traveled down my collarbone and the top of my breast. His chin skimmed over my nipple and forced me to suck in a sharp breath. His lips ghosted across my chest until it reached the peak, his lips taking in my hardening nipple. The first thought on my mind was how perfect his lips felt on me, despite how much my mind fought against the idea of someone being physical with me. A little pit of fear pooled in the bottom of my stomach at the familiar feeling on my chest brought back memories of him.

But it wasn't him. There was nobody capable of making me feel as good as I did in that moment. Nobody but my Namjoon.

I opened my eyes and realized I didn't remember shutting them. Joon looked up at me with practiced patience and understanding before resuming his task. He pressed kisses everywhere he could reach, making sure to even peck the little freckle I had at the top of my cleavage.

"Welcome back," he grinned, maintaining eye contact as his tongue poked out from between his lips and leisurely swiped across my other nipple. It didn't take long for him to coax it into full hardness to match the other.

I scrunched my nose up in embarrassment, pursing my lips. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. You came back to me." Something about the way he spoke made my heart skip a beat and almost jump out of my ribs.

"I love you," I mumbled, reaching down to play with his soft brunette locks as he skimmed his nose down the front of my body.

Joon pulled one of his hands from my grasp and let it glide down the side of my body until he settled on the pajama shorts I wore. I tightened my legs together some, lifting my body half for a second to adjust my position. The material, along with my underwear, clung to my skin uncomfortable, almost as if it was suffocating that part of me.

"What do you want, love? Want me to take these off?" He cooed, pressing soft kisses between my breasts before looking up at me with the adoration he always held for me. I reached down to let my fingers run wild in his beautiful blond locks, etching the picture of his chin on my chest and hair hanging low on his forehead into my mind.

I moved my hand from his head and down his neck to grin the collar of his shirt. I hadn't seen the tanned expanse of his smooth skin for a year. A full year.

The thought along brought tears to my eyes. Everything that I needed, he gave to me. Anything I wanted or didn't want, he made happen without question or hesitation. I always knew how much effort he out into making sure I felt safe and comfortable,, but at what cost? Not being able to get dressed in the same room as me or being forced to wear clothes to bed even if it was hot and sweaty?

"Baby. Everything okay?" Joon's voice snapped me back into the moment and I tried to keep myself blushing at the thought of being called out once again.

I cleared my throat and blinked away the tears, putting on a small smile and tugged at his shirt. “I want to see you, Joonie. I want this off,” I admitted to him.

A boyish grin plastered itself on his face as he nuzzled the side of my breast. "Would you like to take it off?" he asked when I realized I hadn't let go of him.

I nodded eagerly, yet the tight ball in my tummy lurched in disagreement. I took a deep breath as he rolled to the side and took me with him, taking me by surprise. I couldn't help the gasp that escaped me when I landed on top of him, chests smooshed together and our lips barely an inch apart. We didn't stay that was for long. He sat up and guided my legs to wrap around his body, a position we were very comfortable with already.

My heart thumped in my chest and for a moment, a knot formed in my throat and made it difficult to breath. His hands moved from my waist to cup at both sides of my cheeks as he pressed tender kisses to the center of my face. In some ways, I could've compared him to a guide dog that knew exactly what to do when I broke down. He recognized everything immediately and didn't hesitate to start showering me with kisses as we kept still. it was out own way of telling my body and mind to adapt to something new and uncomfortable - that it was alright and safe. Every peck to my skin broke down the lump in my throat until I felt like I could breathe again.

"I'm okay. I'm okay," I repeated to myself as my boyfriend nodded, something I followed to help the rapid beat of my heart.

"We don't have to go any further than this, babygirl. We've already come so far," he grinned, flashing his dimples as he skimmed his nose lovingly against mine.

He used 'we' not 'you'. He always took every opportunity to show me that we were a team and every time I picked up on the detail, it made me want to cry. I never needed reminding of how much he cared for me because he showed me in even the smallest of things.

Without responding back to him, I let my hands wander down the flat planes of his torso, surfing over his chest and exploring every dip and bump of muscle with my fingertips. It almost felt wrong to be touching him with such confidence after so much time has passed since the last - and first - time. But deep down, it made me excited. The surface of myself wanted nothing more than to play the helpless lamb that shied away from attention while underneath it all, I longed for him to touch me like nobody had before.

Trying to refrain from thinking too much, I let my fingers fall towards the bottom of his shirt, pinching the material between my fingers as I nibbled on my lip. With a nod of encouragement from Namjoon and a finger thumbing at my bottom lip, I let my hands wander under his shirt to meet his bare flesh for the first time.

He was warm -- no. He was hot. His stomach convulsed under my touch and I almost let out a soft 'awe' knowing that this was the first time he was touched in a long while. Just knowing that warming my cheeks and raised a confidence in me that I didn't know was there. With enough conviction to move my hesitant body, I pulled his shirt up and over his head to expose him to my eyes.

For the first time, I dropped my eyes from out lingering gaze to admire the wide expanse of his chest. He was beautiful and tanned, muscles evidence of the daily workouts he loved so much. His chest and stomach rose and sank with each deep breath, making me reach out and touch his heart.

What was he feeling? Was his heart beating quick like mine was?

With a quick press of my palm to his peck, I confirmed with a giggle that he too was either as excited or as nervous as I was. His heart thumped beneath my hand and I couldn't help the joy that bubbled in my chest as I realized it was beating for me.

With a triumphant smile, I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips against his, missing the way he felt against me. Namjoon matched my tenderness with a soft passion of his own, taking my lips in between his own and pulling me closer. I moved my hands from his front, choosing to drape them around his neck to play with his hair and explore the smooth skin of his back.

He let out a soft groan as I glided my fingernails across his neck, positioning his hands on my waist before releasing my lips. I took in a deep breath of air to calm the slow burning in my lungs when Joon nudged my head to the side with his nose. his lips trailed a pathway down my neck, leaving little pecks and open-mouthed kisses in its wake. He buried his face in my neck once more, giving the sensitive area more attention and enjoying the wave of goosebumps that flushed that side of my body. His hands tightened their grip on my hips and I knew what he was asking of me.

I took a couple of small breaths to steady myself, rubbing eh side of my face against his before gently rocking my lips forward into his. My sudden actions forced a light moan from him as his body immediately reacted by pushing back against me.

It was difficult to describe the feeling I was experiencing between us. I continued rocking against him in search for an answer to what it was, how it felt, and how I felt about it. The pit of fear and anxiousness that remained made itself known again, rising up to my chest. I fought back against it by coiling my arms around his neck and letting out a whimper as I pushed myself to continue.

His hands stilled on my hips as he held them tightly, halting my movements to pull back from my neck and look at me with those big brown eyes. "Talk to me, babygirl."

"I can't feel... this." I sighed, brushing my hair over my shoulder to cover my chest as I was flooded with self-conscious thoughts. "I just -- I don't feel anything."

He caught my chin between his index finger and thumb, tugging up to keep my gaze locked with his. "Alright, that's fine, baby. Do you want to stop?" He offered me a genuine way out, but I shook my head. I didn't want to stop now that we'd come so far.

"I don't want to stop until I feel something."

"Mm, well if I remember right, you definitely felt my tongue last time. How about letting me taste you, babygirl?" I sputtered at how forward he was about it and could practically feel the red in my cheeks and ears.

"Okay," I agreed and melted against him, moving to shuffle off of him when his hands blocked me from doing so. I raised a questioning brow at him as he grinned the most bashful smile I'd ever seen on him.

"I want to do it a little differently this time. I want you to sit on my face," he breathed out almost too quick and quiet for me to understand. He laid back on the bed with me still seated on top of him and it took me a moment to process what he meant by that. My eyes widened as he gestured for me to move up closer to him, closer to his head. I choked down the hesitation and crawled up his body until I was sitting on his chest. While looking down at him, I realized I was still wearing my shorts.

"Joonie, what about my--" I began to ask before he cut me off by yanking me forward until I hovered right above his head. From there, I could see his eyes but not much below it. He stared up at me with warmth, eyes glistening with want as his breath heated the crotch of my clothes.

He hummed underneath me, turning his head to press fluttery kisses to the inside of my bare thighs. He smoothed his hands over my hips and down my legs, massaging circles into my flesh to relax my tightened legs. I took the opportunity to let my head fall back and eyes close, remembering the first time I felt his tongue on me.

I recalled the softness of his touch, the gentleness his fingers possessed as he skimmed over my sensitive thighs and core. I thought back to the way he held my hand in his and let them rest on my stomach to remind me that he was there. Just... slightly further down. Right on cue, his hand found mine and intertwined our fingers together.

He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze and my heart dropped as the cold air hit my most sensitive parts. I looked down to see him peeling the material to the side to reveal my quivering pussy. He wasted no time in dipping his slick tongue in to lick a bold stripe between my lower lips. It pulled a soft moan from my throat and curled my toes with a jolt of pleasure. His warm touch fluttered across my skin while leaving a wet trail around my clit, purposefully avoiding it as he teased me. I could only take so much before my hips began rocking on their own accord, brushing the little nub of sensitivity against his nose as he stuck his tongue in me.

With wide eyes, I looked down at him and my heart almost skipped a beat when I noticed him staring up at me. There was a playfulness sparkling in his eyes, a heated look that only added to the sensations of his tongue. I scrunched my face up a bit as my ears flushed pink with embarrassment.

Slowly, he pulled his tongue out of me only to push it in again with greater force. My body reacted immediately, my chest pushing itself out as I let my head loll back. His nose brushed up against my throbbing clit and I almost whined when he barely showed it any attention.

"Joonie, stop teasing me," I pouted. My throat was dry and hoarse but I pushed past the uncomfortable rub.

"Sorry. I was committing those beautiful sounds of yours to memory." He grinned and carried on his onslaught of teasing. Right when I was about to take things into my own hands, his lips attached to the little bundle of nerves, lapping over it with his tongue as he pushed a finger to my clenching hole. My breath caught in my throat as he felt my stomach tense. He felt me pause and held my hand tighter, turning his head to press some soft kisses to the inside of my thighs before landing on my clit with a groan of his own.

I raised my hips some to accommodate his hand, giving him enough space to run a finger through the slick between my legs and push it into me until I hit the first knuckle. Taking so little still felt like so much, the newfound pressure inside me feeling foreign and unwanted in some way that I shoved back deep down.

I wanted it -- I wanted him. My heart burned with need but my body wouldn't dare lower onto his finger despite how much I yearned for it.

"I-I need a moment."

As soon as those words tumbled from my lips, all hold he had on me dropped and he let me roll over onto the bed beside him. I covered my face with my arms as a wave of darkness washed over me and crept into my thoughts.

I was right there with him again.

Those eyes that led me into his arms only for him to betray me. Those hands that comforted me only so he could mark me as his and that pressure between my legs sealed the deal.

You're not here. You're not here... I repeated to myself, attempting to break myself out of my own thoughts. It wasn't him. I wasn't there with him. I was there with Namjoon, the man I loved and the man who loved me. The one who proved time and time again that I was the center of his world and his light.

As if reading my mind, long arms wrapped themselves snug around my body and surrounded me with their comforting warmth as he whispered something into my ear. I couldn't hear what he was saying at first, only recognizing the soft tone he used. I honed in on that, on him, wanting nothing more than to come back to him.

"It's alright, baby. I've got you. You're safe. I'll protect you," he repeated over and over again until the high-pitched buzzing dissipated from my ears.

I choked out a sob as I searched for his face in the darkness, cupping it between both hands to set my lips with his. The hint of my wetness on his lips didn't seem to bother either one of us, only proving to support my mental mantra. I wasn't there with him.

"I know. You've got me," I mumbled against his lips before an onslaught of love and adoration for my boyfriend filled me to the brim. I molded my mouth to his, devouring the soft hums and grumbles he gave me as I hoisted my leg up and over his, pulling him even closer to me.

His hands wandered back down to my core, leaving quick little touches around my thighs as he trailed closer. Finally, his large fingers cupped my heat and I rolled my hips into them, suddenly needing much more than that.

He prodded me with his finger to gauge my reaction, dragging his finger through the slick remaining from his tongue. When he was met with an unrestrained moan, he gently pressed into me. The unsettling lack of comfort was the same as the first time, until he pushed in enough to brush past a spot I'd almost forgotten was there. His touch forced a sound out of me that I hardly recognized, somewhere between a cry and a moan. Regardless, it urged him on, spurring him to retract his finger and push it right back in to find that spot once more.

I pushed my chest into his, feeding off the energy his tongue across my bottom lip gave. I bucked my hips against his hand enough to signal that I was okay now before nibbling on his lip. I inhaled sharply when a second finger joined his first. It was an understatement to say it was a tight fit since it'd been a long time since I'd had anything inside me. Oddly enough, nothing felt bad about the stretch I felt, instead the slow burn of his touch grew on me and left me wanting more. He thrusted his fingers into me, pushing them deep inside to skim across my g-spot each time until I involuntarily clenched around him.

We pulled out lips apart for a moment to catch our breaths but his motions against me continues, our bodies rocking together as he worked me open. Our foreheads bumped against each other, labored breaths mingling between out lips as they brushed together. The simplicity of such a intimate position made my heart pound violently behind my ribs as a tight ball welled up inside my lower half.

Joon must've felt me clench around his fingers because he pulled back a moment to look at the nervous smile I wore.

"Can I make you cum like this?"He asked, slowing his movements down a bit to prologue the pending orgasms that was gathering strength inside me.

"What about you?" I bounced the question back to him, running my fingertips along the smooth flesh of his jaw before settling on his chest to distract myself from the gently onslaught of pleasure his fingers kept delivering.

"If you're comfortable with more, then we don't have to stop after this. I'm happy with either outcome," he beamed, pressing a quick peck to the tip of my chilly nose.

I nodded. "I-I want you to make me cum like this, then. Please." The last word came out more like a whine as he took no time to adjust his rhythm and speed to his new objective.

The feeling of his fingers inside of me was overwhelming, the euphoric pump of ecstasy spreading from his fingers through my body. It flowed through my veins, reaching my arms and legs and making them tighten uncontrollably. My eyes glazed over and my toes curled as the wave of pleasure washed over me.

I gripped tightly onto Joon’s shoulder, pressing my head back against his as the feeling crashed over me. I shut my eyes and tried to breath through the tremendous amount of pressure flowing through me but instead held my breath without a second thought. A ringing filled my ears and I'm sure dark spots would've danced across my vision if I'd kept my eyes open.

I hardly noticed how much my body tensed in his arms. It wasn't until a feeling of relaxation and bliss took me over that I realized I'd trapped his hand between my legs. I quickly released his hand and buried my face into his body with heated cheeks.

"What are you hiding for?" He chuckled, the vibrations moving through his neck and chest to tickle at my face.

"Mm. I can't believe I did that."

I could hear the smile in his voice as he responded with, "I can I always believe in you."

I laughed at his sappiness, ignoring the way it made my heart race and brought fresh tears to my eyes. I brushed my nose along his neck, pressing little kisses to his flushed skin while I reached for the little foil packet I placed under the pillow earlier.

Once it was within my reach, I waved it in front of us both, keeping my face buried in him for the time being. My cheeks couldn't get any hotter but I didn't think I could handle the heat of his knowing gaze on me.

He gingerly took it from my hand before rubbing soft shaped into my back, coaxing me to come out of hiding. I poked my head out to meet his soft eyes, nuzzling into his knuckles as he skimmed them across my face.

"Are you sure?" He asked once more although we both knew my answer.

I rubbed my thighs together to relieve some of the aching left in the wake of my climax. I surprised myself, feeling the same bubble of pressure grow in me, only it felt like it needed to be popped. It was slightly uncomfortable to have slick coating the inside of my legs, soaking my probably ruined panties and shorts. I found it funny that I out of all people would walk away from Valentine's Day with my first ruined set of underwear. Sort of made me feel victorious in a way. Without bothering to say anything, I slipped off the soaking material, hopefully tossing it somewhere close to the hamper. When I laid back down and coated my naked legs with my own wetness, Joon's eyes snapped down and lock to the movement. I swore he moaned out when he saw me working myself up, almost clumsily pushing down his old sweat and underwear to leave himself bare for me.

He worked the condom open and pulled it out, tossing the foil to the side. He didn't seem to care whether it landed on the bed or the floor as he kept his sight on my legs. The image was enough to make him grow even harder than he was before.

"Ugh, fuck," he mumbled under his breath as he rolled the condom on. "I forgot how much I hated these things." I couldn't take my eyes off of him, even after he rubbed the cheap condom lube of his hand and wrapped his arms around me again.

I wanted to get used to him, get to know his body and how all the different parts felt against mine. But later. Even as we tackled so much together, I didn't think I had it in me to do those things yet. Yet.

"I want you to sit on me, baby. Can you do that for me? I want to feel you," he whispered in my ear and guided my leg up and over his waist until I straddled over him. Being on top once again made me think back to sitting on his face and how good he felt underneath me.

I sat up and adjusted my position until my soaked core brushed along the underside of his covered cock. The lube on the condom smelled awful and synthetic, making me wrinkled my nose in disgust before a simple peck smoothed it away.

"Here. Hold up." He pushed us up with his hips and legs, moving us back toward the headboard so he could lean up against it. He bent his legs behind me, almost cradling me with his body as we sat there chest to chest, brushing our noses together. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist in a comforting, protective hold, nudging my head back to press his lips onto mine.

I sighed into the kiss, weaving my fingers in his soft locks as I rolled my hips along his hard shaft, consuming the little groan he let out. I pushed myself up from my knees for a moment and Joon took the hint, lowering a hand to pump his cock a few times before rubbing the top against me as a warning. His lips traveled down my jaw before he settled in the crook of my neck, heating it with his warm air and wet kisses.

"Please, Joon," I swallowed and released his hair from my grip, too afraid to hurt him if I got scared. I settled on loosely tangling my arms around his neck and pushing my head to his as I slowly lowered myself down onto him.

The intrusion felt something between uncomfortable stiffness and a sort of completed feeling. I'd only gotten about an inch of him in when I stopped, processing the delicious stretch of his cock when I almost thanked him aloud for prepping me beforehand.

Not that I thought much about it since I never had a need to, but he was decent size. I wasn't the best person in describing the perfect male specimen but the way he filled me up didn't need any explaining. He left me huffing for more, almost overwhelming me with the first half. We both let out strings of moans as we gripped onto each other for support.

"Mm, Joonie," I whimpered when he met my hips halfway, thrusting up into me with such restraint that it made my eyes roll back. Goosebumps raised the hair on my skin as he filled me to the brim.

I ignored the emotional side of me that wanted to flare up. I wanted to cry in happiness but I pushed it aside. We struggled for so long with me feeling broken and hating myself because of it, so i was going to enjoy the one moment of pure intimacy I had with him.

Neither of us moving drove me crazy, to the point where I lifted myself and rolled my hips back down onto him fully that time. My head fell back as I repeated the movements, grinding myself against him relentlessly.

"O-oh my god," he grunted, fingertips pressing into my hips with enough pressure to leave marks if he wanted to, but I paid no attention to it as a million others floated through my mind. My mind was so flooded that I couldn't differentiate one thought from another.

It didn't take long for my body to adapt to the sweet burn as stretching turned into something way more angelic. We rocked against one another, with me grinding down onto him as he met my thrusts with his own, pulling noises out of us both that I'd never heard before. I drank in those melodic tones coming from the alluring deep voice I adored so much and watched as the throbbing pulse of his heart made the vein in his neck more prominent. Neither of us held back sounds, instead relishing in the way our hips smacked, or the way we breathed -- even the way the headboard banged against the wall behind it.

Namjoon guided the rhythm of my hips with his grip on my waist, his forehead covered with a thin sheen of sweat that made the little hairs that framed his face stick to him as he worked himself closer to orgasm.

My legs grew tired but I still clung onto him with everything I had, everything I felt. Even when didn't lower myself as far as before, he pushed up into me over and over to make sure to hit my g-spit and make me see stars. my legs tensed outside his hips, pressing up against him as my breath became shallow and my body tensed.

"B-baby, I'm close," I panted. I tried to hold back my orgasm for him to get closer to his, but with one powerful stroke into me, the world came shattering down. I wound tightly around him, burying my face into the side of his head to breath in the faint scent of my rose shampoo. I smiled brightly, despite my twitching core and fatigued thighs, and stroked my fingers through his hair as his length turned soft inside me.

We stayed in that position for what felt like hours. There were a few minutes that I wanted to interrupt the silence to say something but I didn't feel the need to break such a peaceful moment so soon.

Joonie rubbed at my back and held me to him as his breath finally regained its normal pattern. The thrumming of his heart under my chest could've put me to sleep right then and there, even if it was beating as fast as mine was.

“I love you so much,” he told me with such love and adoration in his voice that for the millionth time that night, I thought I was going to cry.

It was the perfect time to get things off my chest, to tell him how I felt and why I felt that way. How I was proud of him and loved him as much as any living thing could love something.

“You know,” I began before my mouth dried out some. I cleared my throat and tried to continue, “My therapist said something a couple of weeks ago and since she did, I feel… different.” I was the first to move, pulling my head back despite my aching muscles and locked my eyes with his to watch him process everything. He nodded at me with a supportive smile.

“She told me that I wasn’t broken. She said that I’m going through something that a lot of other people -- survivors -- experience. I remember I asked her how they got through it, how they continued to live their lives and even start dating again. You know what she told me? She said that the first thing they did was connect their mind and body back into one, that I needed to be present. Second, I needed a supportive person in my life that would make me feel comfortable, safe, and protected. She told me that a lot of people after having those two things end up trying things out with their partner and it comes naturally. My goal was to feel comfortable and safe and protected enough to be free and let myself go. I trust you more than anything in the world and I love you far more than anyone can love another person. which is why I wanted to show you that you’re the only person capable of healing me.”

A fat tear rolled down my cheek and I moved to catch it, only I was slower than Namjoon. His hands wiped it away and framed my face in his palms. I didn’t miss the way his eyes glittered with unshed tears as he leaned forward and eskimo kissed me before we both let out our own happy giggles.

“This is officially the best Valentine's Day ever. Just don't forget that I love you more.” Joon leaned forward and grabbed the duvet from behind me, pulling it over the both of us as we sat there together still.

“No. I love you most. Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Feel free to let me know what you thought in the comments or just pm me if you want to privately talk. I used a different editing method this time so I hope it turned out okay~

#btsbookclub #namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #bts smut #smut #fluff #mature #bts fanfic

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buildingcages · 4 years

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Daisy- leave your name behind

(Warnings: referenced dehumanization, modern slavery, humans as pets, mental conditioning, restraints, minor injuries, homelessness)

tagging @killtheprotagonist

Masterpost

It was cold, the surface under her hard and unforgiving. Everything hurt, and the light pierced her even through her closed eyelids. She tried to put off the moment of waking, sure that all she would see was white tiles, white walls, white lights. There was something warm against her side. It moved.

She started awake all at once, frightening the little dog that had burrowed up against her into whining and backing away. She softened immediately, even though her heart was trying to beat out of her chest.

"Hey, it's ok," she whispered, holding her hand out for him to sniff, "Are you a runaway too?"

He slunk back toward her cautiously, then very carefully licked her hand. He was so skinny, she could see every rib through his filthy coat. She thought it might be brown under there. When she scratched behind one ragged ear he whacked his whip of a tail against her leg and gazed up at her adoringly.

"I'm gonna have to find food for you aren't I? And a bath, I guess."

Her voice was rough. She was going to need to find some kind of food for herself soon too, and water. It was going to mean dealing with real people. Maybe, she thought, the owner of the coat had left a slim jim or something in his pocket. You could feed a dog a slim jim, right? She dug through the pockets and spread her haul out on the pavement.

A sleek silver lighter and cigarette case (full) she tucked into an inner pocket with the pair of green stone cufflinks. Maybe she could sell those somewhere. She snorted when she found the black leather gloves, remembering her chilled hands the night before. They were far too big but decently warm, at least. Two half used chap sticks in different pockets, a little tin of mints, a handkerchief, her discarded stockings, and a crumpled wad of brightly colored fabric that turned out to be a neck tie. No food. She put a mint in her mouth so that at least she could feel like she was eating something and stuffed it all back in the pockets.

She couldn't let anyone suspect she was a pet. The sleeves of the coat at least covered her bar code, but the collar was going to be a problem. The idea of taking it off made her sick with horror. It was a triumph of conditioning, the way her gut twisted with the expectation of pain from even thinking about it. Closing her eyes, she fingered the little tag that hung from it. She knew it said who she belonged to, and she couldn't risk anyone connecting her to what she'd left behind.

The tie maybe? She knew how to tie one, it was part of her training. She pulled it back out and smoothed it in her hands.

After a few minutes of tying, adjusting, and retying, she gave a low growl of frustration that made the dog's ears twitch. Even snugged up tight to her neck she could still feel the smooth leather of her collar peaking out above the knot. Maybe... could she convince her conditioning that a tie was as good as a collar?

The first time she put her hand on the collar's buckle she convulsed reflexively. The little dog whined and tried to lick her face, and she petted his head while she took slow breaths. Try again.

On the fifth try she got the buckle undone and threw the collar away from herself violently. The dog took off after it, savaging the leather with a happy little growl. She laughed a little breathlessly and put her head between her legs, trying to calm her racing heart and shaking hands. It helped to pull the tie's knot tight, to feel the pressure against her skin.

"Okay dog. What should I call you? For that matter, what should I call me? I can't be Daisy anymore."

She frowned, contemplating her shoes. Her feet had swollen in the night, and they didn't want to go on. She noticed a few tooth marks on one patent leather heel and her smile pulled the cracks in her dry lips. While she wrestled with them she thought about snakes.

In the daylight the paint on the wall was flat and still. It was clearly the work of human hands now, not a shifting living thing the way it had looked in the misty light of dawn. Still she felt drawn to it, and her sleep must have shaken a memory loose because she recognized the colors now.

George had been watching a lot of nature documentaries while he worked on his last movie, and she remembered coming into the room and being struck by the stripes of the coral snake. She'd thought it must be nice, to be venomous enough that no one would dare touch her. Coral was a normal enough name, right? The meaning could be her secret.

"Red and yellow, kill a fellow. Ha. Maybe I'll call you King, since you're harmless even if you bite."

Her collar was apparently a worthy opponent, and he didn't seem to hear her. It was superstitious to name him in the hope that would make him stay. It felt good, though, not to be alone.

Her left heel finally popped into the shoe and she winced at the way it pressed at her blisters. The skin around her shackle was raw, and it occurred to her that maybe she could do something about that at least. Her stockings were thin enough to work under the metal and cushion her skin from the cold ring. The feeling of triumph when she wrapped and tied it felt outsized for such a small victory, but she would take it.

Even so, she wasn't going to be able to go very far today. When she stood, leaning against the wall for support, a wave of dizziness swept through her. Not very far at all.

King seemed to sense her distress and left off trying to kill her collar, depositing it instead by her feet. She had to laugh. She didn't know much about dogs, but she thought from the roundness of his face and his over sized paws that he might just be a puppy. Scooping up his offering, she scratched his ears again.

"What a brave puppy! Are you gonna stay with me then?"

Her voice was barely a whisper, but he didn't seem to mind. He barked once and gave a little bow before dashing off toward the back end of the alley. She dropped her collar into the pocket of her stolen coat and made sure the chain still draped around her shoulders was hidden. Then, much more slowly, she followed behind.

#a nice light one before we go back to 583299 and the training center #coral's story #bbu #pet whump #escape #box babe #lady whump #cagedwrites #ask to tag #whump

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superblizzardfire · 4 years

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Snug (Bruce/Rhodey)

Written for Writer’s Month 2020 Day 26: Summer Vacation

(AO3 Link)

The camping trip was going well until Rhodey said, 'Shit, I forgot my sleeping bag.'

Bruce looked up, in the process of unrolling his own. Rhodey sat in the tent's entrance, muscular arms wrapped around his knees. 'You didn't leave it in the car?'

'No, I was going to get it then Tony and Pepper needed help with the bags. Damn it.'

It had been Bruce's idea to go camping. The four of them had driven to a stretch of woodland and spent the evening eating s’mores and sharing stories. Tony and Pepper had not-so-subtly retired to their tent an hour ago, leaving the two of them alone. Bruce had tried not to look too pleased by this. 'You can have mine. I'm used to sleeping without one.' He'd spent plenty of nights with nothing but a bag for a pillow.

Rhodey shrugs. 'I'm used to it too. It's fine.'

But Bruce couldn't bear the thought of Rhodey sleeping on the ground. 'I insist.'

He shrugged. 'So do I.'

'Don't be silly. My gamma blood keeps me warm anyway.'

'Doesn't protect you from a sore back, though. How about we arm wrestle for it?'

Bruce allowed himself a pointed glance at Rhodey's muscles. 'That's not a match I'd win.'

He smirked. 'Okay, rock-paper-scissors you for it.'

Bruce played rock. So did Rhodey.

Bruce played rock again. So did Rhodey.

'This is getting ridiculous,' Bruce muttered as they drew again. And again. Both of them refused to play anything other than rock, and after ten games they gave up.

'You stubborn bastard,' Rhodey laughed. 'I’ve always liked that about you. Fine. You know what? This is a stalemate.'

Bruce rolled his eyes. 'So neither of us use it?'

There was a glint in Rhodey's eye. 'No. We both use it.'

A moment passed between them. Rhodey's eyebrows raised in challenge, daring Bruce to call his bluff. If it even was a bluff.

'You're joking,' Bruce said cautiously.

'It's gonna get cold, and I'm not staying up all night arguing.' He crawled over to the sleeping bag and unrolled it. 'Come on. It'll be cosy.'

This was such a bad idea. But Bruce's resolve was weakened after hours spent by the campfire in Rhodey's company.

So when Rhodey climbed into the sleeping bag, Bruce took off his shoes and got in beside him. The bag was quite roomy, so it still zipped up all the way.

In hindsight, it would have made more sense for two platonic friends to sleep facing away from each other, back-to-back. But instead they ended up facing the same direction, with Bruce's back pressed against Rhodey's chest.

In the dark, Bruce felt himself blushing. 'Uh, is this okay?'

Rhodey cleared his throat. 'Yeah, this is fine.'

They lay awkwardly for a while, and the only sounds to be heard were their quiet breathing and the hooting of a distant owl.

Gradually, Bruce felt himself relaxing. It had been years since he'd fallen asleep next to someone, and the warm, reassuring presence at his back was remarkably calming.

Bruce had the Hulk, and he didn’t need protecting. But with Rhodey here, he felt… safe.

An arm wriggled free and draped loosely over his side, outside of the sleeping bag. 'This okay?' asked Rhodey, voice slurred with sleep. 'My arm's going numb in here.'

Bruce was almost asleep himself, so his only response was a happy sigh and to snuggle a little closer.

Rhodey chuckled. 'I'll take that as a yes.' His breath paused, as if he was about to say something. Instead, a hand gently patted Bruce's side. 'Night, Bruce.'

It would no doubt be awkward when they woke up tomorrow. But for now Bruce let himself drift off in Rhodey's arms, and dare to believe that this night together wouldn't be their last.

#writersmonth2020 #Rhodey Rhodes #Brhodey #RhodeyBruce #blizzard writes stuff

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vore-scientist · 4 years

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A Game Of Chase

(safe/soft - GT - M/f-fluffy - platonic - vore)

A (mini) tale of the mystic woods

Premise: A classic pred/prey past time! Lots of mouthplay!

Warnings: very small mention of blood, including tasting it. It’s NOT a result of the vore/mouthplay, Yonah is very careful! I promise it’s like, nothing. \

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Zipping like a roadrunner the Princess Sophia’s footsteps made quiet the little ditty on the stone floor. A ditty that was overpowered by the thunderous stomping of the half-giant that chased after her. Pushing her short legs to their limit she increased her speed a smidge more. She wasn’t just small compared to the half-giant, she was small for a human, at 157cm (5’2”).

Yonah, not wanting to trip and fall on his princess from carelessness, tried to predict her heading so he could focus on his own feet. The bedroom maybe? They were currently the living room, but had been in the workshop. Sophia had practically fallen down the stairs, using some crazy and daring bounding that kept her ahead of Yonah.

Sophia had a wild smile on her face as her heart pounded with exhilaration. She made a sharp turn for the bookshelf and heard the little scramble as Yonah compensated for this new direction.

Baseball doesn’t exist in this world, and while similar sports do you wouldn’t get such references. So baseball it is. Not caring for her own skin she slid under the bookshelf like a runner racing a fast ball to home base. That stung; She’d be licking her wounds later for sure. Or rather Yonah would, she mused for a moment. Eh, that should be fine.

“Awww come on!! I’m hungry!!” Yonah knelt on the floor and glanced under the bookshelf at the princess who was crawling to the back.

“Too bad! Earn your food! It ain’t gonna waltz into your mouth!”

“But it-she can! She is just being a butt today; getting into places I can’t reach!” Yonah still tried to reach for her but she was too far back and his arm didn’t fit.

“And you’re not trying hard enough! Aren’t you magical as shit?”

“That would be cheating!”

“Says the giant who wants me to just offer myself up!”

Groaning he halfway stood up and grasped the side and bottom of the shelf, carefully moving it without letting any books fall. It was a slow process But when he was able to see behind it the princess was gone!

“Sophia?”

If he had somehow crushed her with the sliding wood (an absurd notion given how slowly he went) surely would have heard her scream and stopped what he was doing.

Something caught his eye on the table behind him and he whirled around. Nothing! Then something pulled at his hair and thudded into his back. He tried to reach for her but she was already climbing up his ponytail.

She clambered onto his head, under his hat. And snuggled into his hair in the dark. Hugging his head as he laughed.

Light returned. She had one last move, as a hand came up to snatch her off his head! She lept! Forward; into the air, aiming for the bookcase once more. And was caught in two callous but soft hands.

Now she dangled in front of his beaming face.

“Got you!” He said, opening his mouth.

But he didnt eat her. Instead he gently placed his lips around her side, delicately pressing his teeth in a love bite. Withdrawing his face he kissed her side, flicking his tongue out as he did, then under her arm to lap it up into his mouth. Her arm was still in his mouth, trapped by his teeth, thoroughly tasted, even as he sat down in his armchair with his prize. Wanting the use of his hands he pulled up the ottoman, took off his shoes, and put up his feet so that his knees were close to his head. He placed Sophia down.

Sophia yanked her arm from his teeth, it was starting to hurt. Not from the force of the bite, but her shoulder was strained by the awkward angle. She massaged her arm and wiped the spittle off on Yonah’s robes.

Yonah did not mind, he was happy to play. As soon as Sophia was relatively dry he licked her bodily. And froze with his tongue still on her. There was an unmistakable taste of iron. But surely she would have said something? He withdrew his face, but Sophia was smiling.

“Why’d you stop?” she asked.

“You’re bleeding somewhere.” it was not a question.

“Oh!” She laughed, she turned over a leg to show him “I scraped my leg sliding under the shelf, I’m fine. Unless you’d rather not taste blood… I didn’t think it bothered you.”

She’d gotten scraped up on patrols before, minor nicks from thorns or falling off rocks, and that had never phased him. Sophia was certain his preference for uninjured had more to do with making things worse, than an aversion to a little blood.

Yonah’s face turned red, “I was worried I hurt you.”

“Nope!”

She leaned against his face, and whispered “If I’d been hurt you’d be bleeding from your ears right now!”

He knew she was right, but didn’t like how she’d phrased that, so he licked her in retaliation, covering her face in slobber. She shoved the tongue away but it was futile, Yonah pushed her into his mouth, her hands slipping across the tongue as she yelped in surprise. Then he sealed his lips around her torso, holding her delicately between his jaws, his tongue under her stomach.

“Wow you got over that quickly,” she said, smacking his tongue rather loudly and elbowing his cheeks.

The only response she got was a giggle, though she was pressed up against the pallet and the laugh reverberated through her a bit, the tongue flexing. Then a humming noise, which was all Yonah could manage in the way of speech since his mouth was so occupied.

“I dont know what your fuckin saying!” Sophia said, doing her best to hug his tongue, wrestling it gently.

Such an odd texture. It was soft, but so lumpy, in a way that she couldn’t compare to anything else. She liked it a lot.

Then the jaws parted just a bit, enough so she could easily slide out. She sat in Yonah’s hand as he leaned back with a contented smile.

“Dude if you’re gonna eat me, eat me!” She was starting to get sore from laughing, and might have a bruise or two from his teeth but that’s what one gets roughhousing with a half-giant. In addition she was soaked in drool. it was getting uncomfortable. She wanted to clean up or just be swallowed so it wouldn’t get all dry and sickly sticky.

The wizard’s dark brown eyes glinted orange And she was held in front of his face.

With a gentle stroking he applied a dab of glass paste to her forehead and whispered the magic words. His stomach grumbled in a Pavlovian manner to the poof of purple sparkles and he wasted no time in lowering Sophia into his mouth. She smiled as she was swallowed down swiftly and smoothly.

Mmmmmm. There was a lingering layer of flavor on her glass form, which slid into his stomach, filling it up ever so nicely. He leaned back, stretching, clenching his gut so that it really squashed Sophia who chided him with a “HEY!” and some nice strong kicks.

“Scrumptious as always, Princess,” Yonah pat his stomach, “Nothing hits the spot quite like you do.”

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted something for all this flattery,” Sophia said as she stretched out and settled into the soft folds of the stomach.

Sophia was just tickled pink knowing that this place, a dangerous torture chamber for anyone else, was her secure little hide away made of plush walls and intense loving warmth. Sure it was Yonah’s stomach, and she was technically “his” princess, but he was her father’s wizard. He belonged to her father, sort of, so this half-giant wizard’s stomach was her father’s, sort of, and thus sort of hers. Sort of.

Yonah licked his fingers, not wanting to miss out on any of Sophia’s flavor, savoring it and the comforting feeling of his princess snuggling his insides.

“What could I possibly want other than you snug in my belly?” He asked genuinely curious.

“That’s what I’m wondering,” she said.

Now that the game was over and the adrenaline draining away, even from her cursed form, she was tired.

She yawned. For some reason, even if she couldn’t breathe and didn’t need to, her body did things just because it was what it felt it should do.

“Falling asleep already?!” Yonah nudged his stomach causing the princess to jostle around. He smiled as she moved to find a new position.

“Only if you let me apparently!”

She sounded just pissed enough to stop Yonah from asking for belly rubs.

Yonah considered for a moment, the prospect of a nap. And then he yawned a massive yawn. It filled his lungs and tensed his entire torso, including his gut around Sophia. She didn’t complain.

“See, you’re tired too,” she sounded pleased.

“Or yawns are infectious,” he noted.

He was a bit tired. Not enough to fall asleep so easily, even with his belly full of princess. But he wasn’t going to stop Sophia from sleeping just because he was awake. He was professionally evil. Not personally a jerk. So he got up and wandered to the bookshelf.

“Hey what’s with the movement?”

“Just getting some reading material.”

He has to choose between a arcanists journal, specially printed for his scale, the cover boasting new advancements in Prophetic Dowsing, and a storybook, science fiction but trashy romance set in space. Yonah wasn’t much for prophecies, so he chose the fiction. He’d read the first book in the series and bought the next 3, but hadn’t touched them.

The book was a bit awkwardly sized. Half-giant wasn’t a common enough scale to warrant consideration for printing.

Sometimes he could find things in “ogre” size. It had to be popular enough that ogres who could read at least one common smallfolk language would buy it to read to their fellows. But ogres didn’t really care for long prose stories about mostly smallfolk. They preferred shorter stories in serial magazines.

Giants on the other hand were a viable market for smallfolk fiction. Enough to even invest in translations into the various giant languages. The books still had to be popular enough, and the books were rather expensive. But worth it.

So what looked like a normal book in the hands of a giant, looked like a big college textbook in Yonah’s. Out of scale though not ungainly. Especially if you were a wizard.

Instead of returning to the armchair he opted for the couch. He would eventually fall asleep, he wanted to be lying down. Taking both throw pillows he placed them at one end of the couch and made himself comfortable.

“Are you done yet?” Sophia asked, recognizing the current orientation of her chamber and hearing Yonah sigh.

“Are you not asleep yet?”

Sophia was suspicious of his jolly tone.

“If you’re still awake you can give me belly rubs!” He said cheerfully, patting his stomach.

There was grumbling from his middle. He didn’t expect to get any belly rubs. He did expect the impressively strong kicks as the princess expressed her frustrations.

“That’s all your getting!” She declared and stopped moving once she’d found the most comfortable position.

“Sleep well my princess,” Yonah cooed and gently rubbed his stomach. Then reached for his book.

Obviously he couldn’t rest the heavy book on top of Sophia. And it was so heavy he wouldn’t have propped it up on his stomach regardless, those hard cover edges weren’t pleasant

He levitated it. Positioning it at the perfect height and angle so that he didn’t have to strain his neck or eyes.

Which worked great.

Until he fell asleep and it fell right on top of Sophia.

At least when she yelled from inside of him it was muffled.

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nanamilkandbrownies · 5 years

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My Haven

Title: My Haven Word Count: 3k+ Rating: ☽ for mature; ☁︎ for fluff Genre: Fluff with a hint of smut, if you squint Warnings: mentions of masturbation Pairings: Namjoon x reader Summary: “You were kidding earlier, right?” his voice a sultry, inviting whisper. Your mind shoots back to your conversation, “About...not knowing that you’re one of the things I love,” Namjoon’s eyes meet yours and you feel the fire in your cheeks. “Because...you have to know...” He takes a step closer to you, cupping your chin, “How much I love you,” Written by: Chubs☽ Author’s Note: Hii!!~~ So this is officially our first drabble. It came about after falling down a rabbit hole of De-Pressed-BTS’ ‘BTS music but...’ playlist on youtube. Please go check them out if you’ve never heard them before. Since it is our first baby, we’re equally nervous and excited but hope you enjoy it. Please be kind, uwu~~ okay bye!

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The outside rain is heavy; pounding a calm rhythm against the glass under your cheek. The window is cool to touch against your feverish skin. Your head is heavy too and pounding with the same dull vicious lull as the rain outside. You’re just grateful you made it home in time not to get caught in the downpour. Still, you imagine how the earth smells bathed in fresh rain and can’t help the smile that follows. The first real summer rain there’s been all year. The grass in your yard was already getting high, you’d been meaning to cut it and now, by the morning, if the rain lets up even a little, it’ll reach the middle of your calves. You’re tempted to muster the tiniest bit of strength and press the lip of the window seal high enough for a gap and a whiff, just one, just enough to fill your lungs with all the familiar, comforting smells. A crack of lightning cuts across the sky and the bright light has the thought rushing from your mind as you fold your knees closer to your chest and tuck your chin to hide your eyes. Your fever’s only gotten worse sense earlier in the day. You can feel the chills creeping up the backs of your arms, up the back of your neck and across your chest. You’re cuddled in the corner of the window seat in your main room, three blankets wrapping you in a snug burrito. You’d searched for your mother’s heated wrap but couldn’t figure where she’d put it and you didn’t want to call and worry her. She always worried when you called sick, probably regretting not being around much to take care of you.

A chain of coughs rush out one by one, taking a burst of your energy with them. Afterwards you bring your hand up to your throat to attempt to soothe the raw sting. You reach over and sip your tea. You think maybe you should have taken Namjoon up on his offer to stay with you tonight but having him right across the road gave you a sense of comfort. The house was lonely now-a-days and you supposed it would only get lonelier when Namjoon moved away next year for school. His parents were kind enough to check in on you every once in a while, since your mother had been away. Three years fly by and when she’s home you make the most of your time together but when she has to leave again for work and taking care of the house is your responsibility you appreciate the Kim’s and their kindness. They’d always treated you like a second child to Namjoon anyway, even before your father passed and life changed so much.

And Namjoon…Namjoon was like savoring a breath in the rain. He was soothing; he was familiar; he was comforting and even a little thrilling. One of the – no – the best friend you had; from mud pies and wrestling matches, to ice cream in the park on hot summer days, cicadas chirping, feet swaying back and forth on a swing while the hot plastic stuck to the backs of your legs and your ice cream dripped down your hands. Namjoon was climbing trees and sticking up for yourself against the other boys in the neighborhood who thought they could push you around because you were a girl and the girls in the neighborhood who hated you for always hanging around the boys; he was late nights catching fireflies and walking home together from school every day sharing a soda; he was hugging you on the first day of high school because you were nervous and then swearing he’d never tell anyone just how nervous you were and finding you in the cafeteria so you ate together every day. Namjoon was laughing at you when you started your period and beating up anyone else who did. He was sneaking out of your bedroom windows in the middle of the night, laid out under the stars and talking about your big plans for your futures. Namjoon was riding you home from school that day on the back of his bike, chest heaving, legs pumping, heart racing and…Namjoon was the chest you cried into all night long the night that your father died. Namjoon was like family; even more constant than your own mother in a lot of ways.

The lightning clapped across the sky again and you thought about making a dash across the way to Namjoon’s window as you had so many times before and crawling into his bed. You knew it was probably open. He usually kept it open just in case. Sometimes you had nightmares and couldn’t really sleep on your own, other times, the house was just too empty, and you liked his company the best. Namjoon understood. He’d always understood you almost better than you understood yourself; a fact that both intrigued and annoyed you at the same time. Especially when he’d show off about it, being a know-it-all. You’d gotten too old for it but even still you weren’t afraid to put him in a headlock or wrestle him to the ground with a savage grip to his ear until he apologized but you knew you wouldn’t be able to do that forever…Not with the way you noticed Namjoon staring at you sometimes; not with the way you dreamt of him other times. So, as much as you wanted to take him up on his offer earlier, as much as you want to dart over to his window right now…you know you probably shouldn’t. Besides…Namjoon was leaving next year. He’d be starting college in the Fall; smarty-pants philosophy and psych major working with city youth. He’d landed a dream job with plans of teaching in the future and you’d be starting veterinary school a little-ways from your home come the Spring. Things were changing. You were both moving in different directions and these kinds of thoughts and feelings, they’d only complicate everything.

You wanted your memories of Namjoon to stay nostalgic and undisturbed, nestled safely in that corner of the universe reserved only for you and him but…just the thought of the way his eyes raked over your body when he thought you weren’t looking; the way his tongue swept out over his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth when his stare reached your hips and especially the blush that inevitably followed when he caught himself staring too long. Being under Namjoon’s gaze alone was enough to have you wondering what his lips would feel like pressed to yours, sliding down your neck or his large hands sweeping over your body, pressing your hips to his. You cursed yourself for these godless thoughts about your best friend. And just when your mind began to drift off again, carried away to thoughts of the deep umber brown of his eyes and the honeyed tone of his voice, the slope of his long neck and the full pout of his lips the loudest roll of thunder rippled through your house, echoing in all the empty spaces; it even felt like the ground beneath you trembled.

“okay, okay,” you said to yourself looking up to the sky. It almost seemed to spit an ominous glare back at you, “soooo-ry. But can you really blame me?”

You huff and lay your forehead to the window again and begin absentmindedly humming a tune when there’s a knock at the door. You get up, a little weak on your feet at first and shuffle your way over to it.

“Who is it?” You call out.

“Come on, I know you know it’s me,”

“Mmmm sorry,” you stop just short of the door, “I don’t know a ‘me’,”

“Fine smart ass, I’ll just take my mom’s jeonbokjuk home then,”

“Wait!” You close the space in one stride and swing the door open. The rain is pounding the dirt and grass behind Namjoon and you finally get that breath of rain-soaked air you’d been longing for. “What are you doing delivering porridge in the rain?”

Namjoon steps through your door and you can see that his shirt and silver locks are just drenched from the rain. “I told my mom you weren’t feeling well, and you know there’s no way she was going to leave you to survive on tea and crackers for the night, especially not in that,” he motions over his shoulder. Without any warning he shakes his hair, drops of water smacking you in the face. You bring your hands up immediately to block.

“Namjoon!! What part of sick, do you not understand?!” He chuckles.

“Don’t worry, I’m here now. I’ll take care of you,” He makes his way to your kitchen and fixes you a bowl of porridge, meeting you at your window seat and lifting your legs to lay over his.

He situates the bowl in the blankets and spoons out a mouthful, “say ahhhh,”

“What are we five?”

“Always so sarcastic, just eat it already,” he shoves the spoon toward your lips. But it’s the way his eyes watch your lips intently, waiting for them to part just a bit. You give in and eat what he offers. Namjoon watches, as if he doesn’t believe you’ll swallow but once you do he’s spooning up another mouthful.

“Joonie, really, I’m not cripple, I can feed myself,”

“So can I,” he continues, ignoring your protests and placing the spoon to your lips again. You roll your eyes and eat again, albeit grumpily. But to be honest, with how much better you feel with a full, warm tummy, you’re grateful Namjoon braved the rain to feed you.

“Joonie?”

“Hmm?”

“Are you excited to be leaving in the Fall?”

Namjoon looks up at you but you won’t look his way, instead your forehead is pressed to the glass again and you’re staring off into the distance. “Yeah, I guess. I mean...I’m excited to be learning things I love and doing what I love...”

“...but?...”

“...but there are a lot of things I love right here too, so...it’ll be hard..to say goodbye to them...”

“...things like what?...”

“...like, riding my bike home from school every day, going to the beach when it’s hot, naps under the trees in our neighborhood...you...”

“...me?...” Namjoon gets up, your legs sliding from his lap when he does. He pads over to your kitchen, placing the bowl and spoon in the sink.

“What are you going to do now?”

“...uhh..hop in the bath I guess, try and get some shut eye,” He nods, running a hand through his hair and up the back of his neck.

“I’ll run the water for you,” You nod.

He didn’t answer so that clearly meant he didn’t want to talk about it and...it was probably better that way. If only you could get your heart to stop racing. You banged the heel of your hand to the damned thing. “Shhhhhhh,” you urged.

Namjoon appeared at your side, “You okay?” His brows knit together in concern.

“I’m fine,” you assure, “just trying to keep myself awake, I’m exhausted,”

He nods, “Let me help you,”

“Now I can’t even walk to my bathroom alone?”

“Be quiet for once and let me help you woman,” He offers you an arm and you slip down from the window seat. “Here,” he says, “lean into me,” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. This is so warm; so familiar. But why does it feel so exciting at the same time? He helps you down the hall and into the bathroom; the tub is filled with warm water and a heavy layer of bubbles cover the top.

“How many blankets do you have wrapped around you?” he chuckles, staring at your lumpy, slightly grumpy looking, misshapen form.

“Enough,” you pout.

“Well you can’t take them into the tub with you,”

“Who says?” You contest

“I do,”

He eases the blankets from your shoulders, sweeping his hands down your arms to push them to the floor. The second your protective layer is gone, your wrap your arms around your body, not only because you were suddenly colder but also because of the way Namjoon was staring at you standing there in nothing but a big t-shirt, the hem sweeping just above your ass. You’d worn worse around Namjoon but this was...different. The tension in the air was palpable. Namjoon, as if snapping himself from a trance broke the silence,

“take a hot bath and get in bed right after. I’ll be back to check on you in the morning,”

You nod, butterflies in your stomach raging still, “Joonie...thank you...”

He nods and you turn to the tub, stepping out of the pile of blankets at your feet. You run a hand through the warm water and automatically feel soothed. You lift your arms to ease your top over your head and stop short, feeling suddenly, just a bit lightheaded. As your arms lower back to your sides, you feel Namjoon’s hands lifting them back up and pulling your shirt over your head. You turn to him, now in nothing but your underwear, covering your chest with your arm and Namjoon stares. He stares, eyes sweeping over every bit of exposed skin.

You feel your throat get dry, “Namj--“

“You were kidding earlier, right?” his voice a sultry, inviting whisper. Your mind shoots back to your conversation, “About...not knowing that you’re one of the things I love,” Namjoon’s eyes meet yours and you feel the fire in your cheeks. “Because...you have to know...” He takes a step closer to you, cupping your chin, “How much I love you,”

“Joonie,” He runs a thumb over your bottom lip before coming down and touching his lips to yours; hesitantly at first; a soft, unsure kiss; one that had you wishing he’d just do it already.

But when he feels you press your chest to his and grip onto his shirt, the hesitance disappears. His kisses build in eagerness and passion. Namjoon slips his tongue between your lips and relishes in the way you give in to him. He sets you up on the edge of the tub, easing one of your legs around his hips. You brush your sensitive clit into him, and the tingle has moans slipping from your lips and your head slipping back.

“Wait,” you push Namjoon from you, “Wait, wait,” you pant, bringing your arm up to cover your bare chest again, “We can’t,” Namjoon just stands, panting as well, staring at you, confused. You turn your back to him, “You’re leaving in the fall, what are we doing?! Are we crazy?!” You run a frustrated hand through your hair.

“I-I’m so sorry...,” he starts.

“It’s fine Namjoon, I-i’m really sorry too...I think you should, go,” You feel him standing there a beat longer before he’s gone. You wait to hear the front door click shut. Once it does you feel like you can finally breathe. You sit at the edge of the tub and your mind races over everything that just happened.

Did he just tell you that he loves you?

Your hand shoots up to your lips unconsciously and you swear you can still feel his there. That’s how electric it felt when your lips touched. It’s like the wave is still traveling through your body

Your skin feels heavy where his hands were. You’re not sure if you want to break into sobs or giggles or both. You step out of your underwear and into the tub. You ease down into the water and sit there until you’re sure your skin has pruned. In clean clothes, you slip beneath your sheets. You can’t sleep, not with the way your mind is racing, and your body is trembling. “Because...you have to know...how much I love you...”His words are playing on repeat in your mind. The thunder rolls and suddenly you’re reminded of being in that empty house alone and you ache for Namjoon all the more. With the second round of cracks, whips and rumbles you’re on your feet, slipping into your chucks and pulling a hoodie over your boy shorts and tank top. You’re out the front door and bolting across the road quickly; trying to make it to Namjoon’s window before another assault. You check the window and it’s cracked just a bit, as usual. You push it up and hoist yourself through, stumbling into the dark and quiet room.

Namjoon isn’t in his bed but you can hear the faint sound of his shower running.

You fight the urge to sneak a glance, reasoning with yourself: I’m not here for that. I’m just here to sleep.You kick your shoes off, tossing your hoodie to the side and nestling beneath Joonie’s covers. You press your cheek to his pillows and pull his blankets and sheets up to your nose. They smell like him. They’re warm like him. And you can feel your eyes instinctively get heavier

Until something pulls you back from the cusp of sleep. You’re not supposed to be here, so maybe you’re not supposed to hear but your name rolls off of Namjoon’s tongue effortlessly in sinful, desperate, husky moans. You’re frozen in place and your body ignites in an instant.

Suddenly all you can think of is the water running over his body, his chest and down between his thighs. You can see his stomach tighten as he works himself up to what you assume are thoughts of you and him, doing God knows what in his mind. You think of the way he’d throw his head back at his peak and grip to the wall to steady himself, his hands wrapped around his length, thumb rubbing into his sensitive tip until he can’t take it anymore and his orgasm rips through his body, your name on his lips. You fight your way through the haze and realize what’s happening.

Is he...? You think to yourself, unconsciously pressing your thighs together.

You hear the shower cut off and you panic. If you don’t leave now, he’ll know you heard but you can’t bring yourself to move; you’re still in shock. When the bathroom door creaks open, light streaming into the pitch-black room. You pull the covers up over your head. You of course know it won’t work; he’ll notice you any moment. You can feel Namjoon’s hands palming over the blanket,

“Y/n?” He pulls the blankets down from your face, “What are you doing here?”

You pause a beat too long, “I-I couldn’t sleep,”

Namjoon knows from the flushed look on your face that you heard but instead of saying anything about it he simply nods. He stands from his bed and turns from you, walking over to his dresser; water dripping from his hair down his back and stopping at the towel wrapped around his waist. He digs around in his drawer and pulls out a pair of boxers. Namjoon drops the towel from his waist as if it were no big deal to be standing in front of you naked. Your breath catches in your throat. His body is like poetry, you could write a verse a day about it; from the strength of his back down it’s slope to the curve of his ass and down his long legs.

He pulled on his boxers and grabbed the towel from the floor to run briskly through his hair before tossing it over the chair that sat at his desk and rummaging for a t-shirt. He pulls it on and slides into bed next to you,

“Get some sleep,” he says, turning and kissing you on your forehead, like he always did, only this time, you clenched your thighs tighter at the feeling of his soft lips on your skin, “And don’t hog all the blankets,”

He turns to his side, back to you and gets comfortable. You lay there for a while and you try to fall asleep. You try to get the sounds he made out of your head, but you can’t and after a while you accept that it’s because you don’t want to. You stared at his back a little while longer before taking the plunge and wrapping your arms around him; nestling your nose into the space between his shoulder blades.

“What are you doing?” He asks, voice gravelly from sleep.

“I’m cold,”

He turns in your arms to face you and cocks a brow, “You’re cold?”

Your eyes blow wide and the blood rushes to your cheeks, but you simply nod. Namjoon slips his arms around your waist and pulls you into him, “Shhh, now go to sleep,” you lay there a moment, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, hearing the cute noises he makes as he drifts and noticing the way his arms tighten just a bit more around you.

“Joonie?”

“Hm?”

“I’m going to miss you too,” you confess, heart pounding.

“Of course, you are,”

“No..I mean...I love you too,” Namjoon’s arms slack around your frame and he pulls back enough to see your face but you won’t meet his eyes still, “Don’t go away and forget me, okay?” he cups your chin and tilts your eyes up to meet his,

“Baby, shhhh. I won’t,” You pull him into you and hug him close before he tips your lips up to meet his,

“I love you Namjoon,” you confess between kisses and you can feel the way he smiles into your lips, “I love you,” he reaffirms, his lips slipping in hungry kisses from yours to your throat,

“Joonie?” you pant.

“Hm?”

“…I want to hear you say my name…like you did earlier,” The blood rushes to his cheeks; so endearing it only makes you want him more. He nods, pulling you under him.

The END.

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Okay, I’ve managed to scrape back up some of the thoughts that were drifting in and out yesterday. I was trying to think of stuff I remembered from high school (what hasn’t been lost to an ADD haze at this point anyway) that might be interesting/cute to see crop up in the prequel. For example; we know Peter played basketball, but did he or anyone else participate in any other extracurriculars or sports? Student council? Debate team? Academic team? French club? Band/orchestra/choir? Cross country/Track? Ecology club? Gay/Straight Alliance? Martial arts? Science club? Softball? Pagan Student Union (I think that might have been a college thing, but whatever)? Art club? Cheer/gymnastics? Other things I’m forgetting right now?

Speaking of Peter and basketball- Did the gang ever go to his games? Did he have supportive sports boyfriends; did they make cute signs or run to hug him if Beacon Hills won? (Did we ever find out Peter’s jersey number? I legit can’t remember.) Did he bother to get a letterman jacket? If so, did he give it to either of the boys? (Or did he just get two? I forget how/when you got patches, I wasn’t much for that sort of thing. I think maybe I got one for softball at some point?) I love him with the leather jacket, I just thought it was a cute image. Did they get class rings (and exchange them)?

Also, yearbooks. Who all actually had their picture in the yearbook? Did Peter shake his hair over his eyes to block the weird reflective thing (and would that work)? Did they pop up in any group shots or candid pics? I had a mental image of a shot from some sort of home game, maybe for football, or girl’s basketball, or something, of the group of them clustered on the bleachers; Peter between Chris and Noah, with an arm thrown around each’s shoulders, his smiling face pressed into one of them’s hair (I can’t decide which) partially to prevent any reflection, partially just because; Chris holding the hand Peter has wrapped around him with one hand and with the other stretched across to rest on Noah’s knee, smiling in the genuine yet vaguely stilted way of someone who’s not used to being this happy yet; Noah with one arm wrapped around Peter’s waist, his other hand resting on the one Chris has on his knee, staring at the camera with an amused grin that’s flirting right on the edge of a smirk; Claudia cuddled up to Noah’s side, both hands wrapped around the top his nearest arm, head leaning against his shoulder, grin clear and bright and open; Melissa next to her, arms enveloping Claudia in a loose hug, camera catching her mid-laugh. (God, I really wish I had something approaching passable art skills at times like these.) Maybe the kids find a copy of that yearbook in the school library, and make framed copies of the picture for Melissa and their dads for a gift.

Do you have any plans to cover Prom? Or any school dance (Homecoming, maybe?), really, Prom is just the big one. Because part of me with never be over the ridiculousness of that scene with Peter and Allison at Macy’s (as cute as it is). Random middle-aged dude walks up to teenage girl and starts offering her unsolicited fashion advice (as part of an intimidation tactic against her boyfriend, no less), and she not only is not worried or weirded out in the slightest, but she actively takes his advice and buys the dress he suggests. (I legit laughed so hard I snorted when I realized it was the same dress.) (Momentary segue: Do you think she ever described the encounter to Chris? Peter just gets a random angry text one day from an unknown number that just says “Stay the hell away from my daughter!” and he just knows, so he sends back “Don’t blame me, her selections were utterly abysmal. Didn’t your wife run a boutique or something? You’d think she’d have taught her better." Chris never does answer back.) But anyway, yes, school dances with that group could be entertaining. Sneaking off (for various reasons), special song dedications, spiking the punch with assorted substances, inappropriate dancing under the cover of semi-darkness. Lots of potential shenanigans.

Also can’t wait to find out more about how everybody met. One of the things I love about long-running series is being able to go back and compare where characters began their relationships versus where they end up. We’ve seen how Chris met the boys, but not Claudia or Melissa. (Did he already know Melissa? Was she still a hunter at that point?) We know how Noah and Claudia met, but not how Peter and Noah met, or Peter and Claudia, or how any of them met Melissa. Plus all the potential bonus drama because of the supernatural issues involved. When did Claudia and Peter realize what Elias was really like? (Did Claudia ever give either of the other boys a "shovel talk”?) How did Melissa’s relationship with Rafael develop? How did the rest of the gang get along with the assorted Hales (or did they know them at all)? And re: the preview for it you posted - what kind of car does Peter have, and can you comfortably fit three growing boys in the back seat? (I do occasionally remember to ask the important questions, lol.) Is the Jeep still Claudia’s here? What kinds of vehicles, if any, do the others have? (Can you tell I’m excited about the prequel?)

Bonus thought from last night -

Me: *trying desperately to fall asleep so the day can just be over*

My brain: So what about a vaguely, very loosely Breakfast Club inspired Chris/Noah/Peter fic? Like, Chris could be Emilio Estevez’s character, and Noah could be Judd Nelson’s, because Andrew’s damage is more internally focused (I can’t live up to my father’s expectations because I’m not good enough), where as Bender’s is more externally focused (I’m pissed that my dad treats me this way because he’s an asshole, but also secretly worry I actually deserve it). Peter could be Claire; popular, charming, probably more intelligent than they let on, emotionally distant and neglected. Claudia’s probably the best fit for Allison, although you could maybe make Melissa work. Finstock is totally Brian. Could we shove Harris back in time to make him Dean Vernon? It’s fic, you can totally do that sort of thing, right? I mean, you’re already planning to completely redo the relationships, so who cares, right? Who would be Carl, though?

Me: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, BRAIN, NOT NOW!!! PLEASE JUST SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP ALREADY, I’M BEGGING YOU!! NOW IS NOT THE TIME! WE CAN THINK ABOUT THIS TOMORROW!

My brain: …okay but seriously; Peter in a peach colored v-neck and overly snug khakis, Chris in that wrestling top, Noah in the trenchcoat and plaid… Do you think Peter could do that lipstick trick with a chapstick?…

Me: AAAAUUUUGGHH!!!

(Thankfully, sleep was at least eventually had.)

I’m glad you’re feeling better today, and hope that work was busy enough to pass the time quickly without being overwhelming, and blissfully free of excessive stupid people. As someone else stuck in the world of heat, storms, and humidity, you have my sympathy. Sending hugs and cooling vibes!

Alright so I finally got some time to sit down (or lie down technically) for this and go through it. I’m excited!

we know Peter played basketball, but did he or anyone else participate in any other extracurriculars or sports? Student council? Debate team? Academic team? French club? Band/orchestra/choir? Cross country/Track? Ecology club? Gay/Straight Alliance? Martial arts? Science club? Softball? Pagan Student Union (I think that might have been a college thing, but whatever)? Art club? Cheer/gymnastics? Other things I’m forgetting right now?

I think Chris was a cheerleader at some point. He wanted to join gymnastics like in his old school, but BH didn’t have a separate gymnastics team, so he joined the cheerleaders instead. His dancing skills are abysmal, but he makes up for it with gymnastic skills, strength, and agility.

Peter’s on the student council I like to think he would do well as the secretary but I also feel like he’d definitely try to run for president.

Noah’s on the Martial Arts team (couldn’t resist) and I like to think he’d participate in the ROTC, as he served in the military in canon. (Obviously due to having children at 17, he never enlisted in this Au.) But the prepping definitely happened.

Chris would also join the swim team, which is a nod to Jackson joining later in Once Upon a Time.

And oh yeah, they went to every game. Chris as a cheerleader and Noah was up in the stands with signs for every single game. Claudia and Melissa often came with. Whenever BH won, Chris would run out and ‘cheer’ the star player, which was almost always Peter, and lift him up on his shoulders.

I don’t think there’s a canon answer for Peter’s Jersey Number. I’ve seen some places sell a shirt with 01 on it, but I kinda wanna say it’s 15. Due to his birthday being May 15 in this au. (Chris’s is July 22nd, Noah’s is September 14th.)

I feel like Peter got a class ring, maybe Noah, but Chris didn’t bother. It would just be one more thing his father could potentially take from him and he wouldn’t need something like that to remember the other two by. He already has the Triskelion necklace. As for the letterman jacket, I think Peter definitely got one, as did Noah. Chris once again skipped it, probably because he still felt like they might move at a moment's notice and he didn’t want to bother with all of these things.

Omg, my heart...

yes to all of this. Seriously <3

Do you have any plans to cover Prom? Or any school dance (Homecoming, maybe?),

I do. In both stories. The canon school dance in Once Upon a Time. And the prequel will feature either a homecoming dance or prom. The potential for drama there is too good to pass up on.

Also, Peter giving fashion advice to the girls is way too funny because of course, he would. And to some of the guys as well. Seriously McCall... that’s what you’re going with?? Wear a fucking tux for Mel, jfc...

I feel really bad, but I actually never saw the Breakfast club, though it sounds like a really dope movie. And those visuals are very nice visuals ^^

I’m also writing all of these questions down for the prequel. XD This is awesome writing fuel <3

No but seriously, I don’t say this often enough, but you are awesome and I adore you <3

Thanks for sticking with me and this au for so long already, I love talking to you.

#ben says stuff #once upon a time comments #life unfolds in chapters comments #submission

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hoodoo12 · 5 years

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And So It Begins (7/8)

Fluffy chapter! Orc/human

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6 (nsfw)

You woke up warm. Sweaty, actually! Bundled by heavy furs and pressed back to front with Grar, you were in a snug cocoon. A low noise was just at the edge of your hearing; without moving you tried to determine if it was his steady breathing or the wind outside the cabin. You would have liked to stayed exactly where you were in this nest of warmth. The fire had died down to glowing embers, however, and needed stoking.

Thinking you could have it blazing again so the chill would be out of the air and make actually it more pleasant before Grar woke up, you eased out of the bed. You were wrong. It wasn’t chilly in the cabin; it was downright cold. Grabbing the nearest discarded clothing off the floor, you dressed quickly. The Orc’s tunic was too large, naturally, but it enveloped you in his scent and you liked it.

Now that you were up, it was more obvious the sound you’d heard was the wind assaulting the cabin. As stout as the walls were, they groaned a little, and occasionally a particularly strong gale whipped down the chimney and made sparks fly. The slate hearth protected the area.

As you shuffled across the floor, the juncture at the top of your thighs throbbed. Automatically you put a hand between your legs. You weren’t sore, necessarily, but had a tender ache there.

As cold as it was inside the cabin, it was nothing compared to outside. The temperature had plummeted, and the winds were bitter. Overhead, the fast moving clouds were solid slate grey. You gathered a towering stack of firewood and put it down inside the door as quickly as you could, then braved the weather once more to pack snow into a pot so you’d have water available once the fire was strong again.

You secured the door behind you. Your hands were stiff from the cold you’d subjected them too, and your nose felt like ice. Still, you took several logs to the hearth. Carefully you encouraged the fire to grow again, and soon the flames were high and bright.

Settling the cast iron pot to one side of the coals, you turned back to the bed, hoping you’d been stealthy enough that Grar had stayed asleep.

He was watching you. When he saw your attention was on him again, he hiked himself up on an elbow.

“I wanted to let you sleep!” you scolded.

“I woke up when you left the bed.”

“Oh--so you’re just being lazy?” you teased.

He shrugged his free shoulder. “Mostly it seemed too cold to get up. I waited to see if you’d come back beside me.”

He held his hand out and you took it. He tugged you back onto the bed with him; you joined him willingly.

“You’re cold.”

“It’s freezing outside,” you agreed, as you let him gather you back next to him, under the furs. Running your hands over his shoulders, you discovered that his body wasn’t as warm as you expected it to be. In fact, the skin of his back was chilled. Seeing the expression of confusion on your face, Grar explained, “The furs weren’t quite large enough to cover us both. I let you have the majority of them.”

He’d spent the night with is back to the outer wall of the cabin, with nothing covering him, for your comfort! It simultaneously made you feel protected and guilty.

“You shouldn’t have done that! I was right by the fire! And why didn’t you cover yourself when I got out of bed?”

Once again he shrugged one shoulder. “I wanted this spot to stay warm for you.”

You grumbled at his generosity and tried to rectify the inequity of the furs, but despite your efforts, the Orc was unmovable, like he’d been rooted to the spot. He chuckled at your vain attempts to cover him with the furs. The one-sided wrestling match ended with you giving up in a huff, flopping back down onto the mattress without having moved him or the furs an inch.

“Had enough?” he asked lightly.

You clucked your tongue and shook your head at his stubbornness, but found it was hard to stay mad when it was so warm and he was so amused. Instead of harping on the issue, you told him,

“It looks like it’s going to be a bad storm.”

The Orc nodded. “I know. I could smell it on the wind.”

“Are you going out? To check the traps?” you asked as you settled back into the warmth, hoping the answer would be no. He’d be gone for at least a day if he did, and selfishly you wanted him to stay with you.

Grar considered the question for a moment. The clothing you’d found on the floor and put on was between the two of you, but pressing against him made your heart race. You wanted to bury your face into his chest, and kiss him, like you had in the dark.

“How are you feeling?” he asked in return, instead of answering. “I saw you hobble a few steps when you got up.”

Your mind immediately flashed to the activities of last night, of his body over you, of him filling and stretching you. It reawakened that sweet feeling you’d had. You blushed.

“I’m fine. Better than fine! I just . . . that was just the first time for me and I’d been told it would be painful . . .”

“Was it?” he asked in sudden concern.

“No, no!” you reassured him. “It’s just an ache.”

Grar looked unconvinced. It made you ridiculously happy that you could read the expressions on his face so easily. Snuggling closer, you continued,

“Like I said last night, we just need to practice more!”

“With the snow storm that I think is brewing, that’ll be the only thing we can do,” he agreed, but it wasn’t as dry as he tried to make it.

⁂

The storm raged. Even with the possibility of collecting any fur that may have been caught, running the trapline wasn’t worth the risk of exposure or illness in weather like this. Grar had built his cabin stoutly, and filled the chinks between the logs well, but it was still cold. Even the fire could only do so much to keep the chill at bay.

With no outside chores to be done, you asked if he would be willing to sacrifice some leather so you could make thin strips to use as a thread; you wanted to sew the bed furs together to make them large enough for two. Even as the wind picked up and was strong enough to make the cabin groan, Grar hadn’t complained. He donned so much heavy clothing to get to shed that he looked like he was heading out on an expedition. You felt guilty about asking for it, and even suggested going out yourself, but he wouldn’t hear of it.

The wind wanted to steal the door from the cabin as he opened it to leave. He slammed it solidly behind him, and you were alone. You took the time to put together a loaf of bread from the starter you’d brought from your mother’s house. It took longer than you’d expected for him to return, and when he did, a snow drift followed him in, propelled by the gale outside.

You helped him out of his most outerwear. The layers closest to his mouth and nose had ice crusted on them. Shaking them out, you hung them on the wooden pegs by the door. “Everything’s frozen,” Grar told you. “I went to the smoke house to get some venison, but didn’t have my knife or a hatchet. I brought in an entire leg.” He brandished the meat like a weapon and you couldn’t help but laugh as you took it from him.

“Here is the leather you wanted.”

Instead of a supple piece of suede as you expected, the hide was frozen in a solid, folded sheet. You took it too. “The meat will take some time to thaw, but the leather should be able to be used soon,” you said, placing both near the hearth.

Grar moved closer to the fire as well. “Can you thaw me out quicker?” he asked, scooping you up.

As always, you laughed when he hoisted you to be face level with him. You blushed his suggestion and shivered at the cold that radiated off him. Taking his head in your hands you agreed fullheartedly, pressing your forehead to his as he carried you back to the bed.

tbc . . .

#writing #orc #orc boyfriend #exophilia #monster lover #fluff

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joeys-piano · 6 years

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DBH - a bedtime story

Title: Alice’s Bedtime Story Rating: General Word count: 1,127 Notes: bedtime stories, lots of fluff, affectionate hugs and snuggles, Alice tells Kara a bedtime story, and this is pretty cute

Last night, an anon sent me a little quote-prompt and I felt really bad after I made a poor ficlet in response to the prompt. So anon, if you happen to see this, this was the real story you requested of me~

Once upon time, past the thicket of trees beyond the Canadian border, there lived a family. A family of androids -- might the narrator add! The wiset was a man named Luther, as kind as he was strong. The warmest was a woman named Kara, as fearless as a bird before flight when she tamed the horizon with the steadiness of her gaze, alone. The brightest and perhaps the loudest during the summer afternoons was a child named Alice.

Together, they were a family living on the Brook Avenue near the outskirts of a forest. Thrived under the warmth of the sun, under the calm of the forest breeze, and snugged in each other’s company when the evening set still. Together, they were as free as the sunlight that bounced through Alice’s hair when she frolicked with the neighborhood children. Together, they were as strong as some of the mightest trees that cultivated their cottage. Together, they were like fragments of a soul stitched together. Together, it felt like the hardest trials of their lives were long over and gone as a new story was written into their pages.

Late one night, before the last inkling of Kara’s chapter was written, she heard footsteps coming down from the second-floor. They weren’t Luther’s -- no, these footsteps were springy and little squeaks chirped from every step on the staircase before the drawl of Alice’s hands were illuminated by a passing lamp. Tucked in her pajamas, hair loose in a makeshift bun with a pencil holding it together, Alice froze when she was caught in Kara’s gaze.

“Alice?” Kara rose from her seat by the empty fireplace. A book in hand, but she held it behind her as Alice slowly slipped from the stairs. Still hiding in the shadows where the lamp could only graze her with an orange light, before Alice slipped a fleece blanket from the sofa. Folded it carefully in her arms before she looked up to the stairs. “Is something bothering you?” A creak to Kara’s step while Alice shook her head.

“I can’t sleep.” Every finger against the fleece blanket was flushed with warmth as words wrestled from Alice’s thoughts, fluttering to her tongue, but antsy fidgets quieted her just as fast.

“Would you like to hear a bedtime story?” A sliver of her bangs glided over the curve of Kara’s face when she tilted her head, squinting slightly to notice the tiniest nod that came from Alice. Instead of telling Alice a story within her room, Kara had to make-do with the living room. The sofa was fluffed with soft jabs along the edge, a pillow was collected from an armchair, and Kara was just about to pluck an edition of Lord of the Rings before Alice tugged on the hem of her sweater.

“Is it alright if I tell you a bedtime story instead?” A quiver in Alice’s eyes when her confidence almost wavered, but it steadied when Kara nodded.

One tiptoe at a time, Kara situated herself on the sofa as Alice tucked her in. The role-reversal was sweet as Alice fluffed Kara’s pillow and cuddled her under the fleece blanket. Little questions, here and there, to gauge Kara’s comfort level before a smile split the nervous pitter of Alice’s lips when she sat on the edge of the sofa. One of her hands rested over the squish of Kara’s stomach, much as Kara often did the same for Alice so that she felt warm and safe when she closed her eyes.

It was comforting, to say the least, as Kara nestled softly against the sofa and pillow as Alice searched within herself for a story. There were many stories as far as the mind could see, but there were only a few stories that were written within the heart. Such a tale had been crafted, revised and edited by the multitude of times where Alice often asked Luther if she she could tell the story and he nudged her along, and the final draft was but a reflex when Alice could only see her reflection in Kara’s eyes. For every time she had ever spoken, Kara only had her eyes on Alice and such a gesture spurred the first line that slipped from Alice’s lips.

“This is a story about a little girl and her first love.” A giggle hitched the back of Alice’s throat when Kara tickled her side.

A finger gingerly pressed against Kara’s lips when she motioned for Alice to quiet down. A little difficult when a jokester’s grin was stenciled across Kara’s lips and Alice hid her laughs behind her sleeve as to not disturb Luther. Who were they kidding? He was probably awake, wondering what Alice and Kara were up to so late into the night.

“Is this a special, first love?” Kara asked.

“Very special.” Alice folded her fingers over her lap before she continued. “This love was very special because the little girl found someone who taught her what love is.” And thus, the story commenced.

The little girl from Alice’s narrative lived a lonely life, often too sheltered within the confines of the home. Often lost to what love really and dearly meant when she was enveloped by a storm that had taken root within the home. As the story progressed slowly with little anecdotes and pauses where Alice licked the roof of her mouth, it became apparent that the little girl in the story was Alice.

Things began to pick up in the narrative when Alice mentioned a friend. A soft-spoken, kind friend who would often join under the makeshift house within the little girl’s bedroom and keep her company when a scary wolf prowled throughout the house. The little girl realize what love meant when her friend saved her from the scary wolf, again and again until there was fear that the friend wouldn’t come back after she got hurt.

“But, the friend did come back,” Alice said. Her hands wiggled beneath the fleece blanket and found Kara’s. “And the little girl experienced her first love all over again.”

“Am I your first love?” Kara whispered, noticing how close Alice had gotten before she pressed a kiss against Kara’s forehead. The warmth lingered there, as quiet as a heartbeat in front of another when Alice nodded afterwards. Hints of flush coated the side of her neck and cheeks.

“You taught me what love means, and…” Alice’s voice trailed off when she opened her arms for a hug, “I grew stronger because of it.”

The orange lighting within the living room from a distant lamp could hardly capture the warmth of the embrace when Kara cradled Alice in her arms, for as long as an embrace could hold until arms began to ache.

#Detroit become human #dbh #dbh kara #dbh alice #dbh luther #alice williams #detroit become human fanfic #dbh fanfic

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spycethra · 7 years

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Hey, looking for prompts? Here's a fun one Rhackothy: Jack and Tim team up and start playing pranks on Rhys becaude he can't tell them appart

XD PAH! I’ll do it.

“JACK!” came Rhys’ accusing shout from atop the stairs along with the pounding steps descending toward the living room below, “I KNOW YOU TOOK IT!”

He stormed in and rounded the couch the second he caught sight of the man’s chestnut hairstyle peeking just over the back cushions. “Jack, hand it over or-!” Rhys clapped his hand over his mouth the moment he felt certain he’d gotten the wrong twin.

The Lawrence was napping leisurely on the couch with legs comfortably snug within a blanket and arm drapped over the side. But the true giveaway was the book in his lap. It was one of Timothy’s. Jack wouldn’t dare to be caught dead with such a thing… much less a book at all.

“Mmm…sorry,” Rhys whispered to the innocent sleeping form before tiptoeing in his striped socks back to the hallway.

He heard the sound of the water hose being used just outside, alerting him to Jack’s location. Quietly making a brisk walk for the back door, Rhys charged out of it and onto the wooden patio to find the man himself… watering petunias? He grasped the railing in confusion, unsure of what he was seeing.

Jack… would never water something as ‘girly’ as petunias. Then again, Rhys never saw the man as a gardener. Tim on the otherhand…

“Rhys! Hey! What brings you out here?”

Rhys bit his lip with a shy wave in… a Lawrence’s direction.

He was kind of hoping for him to provide one of the cheesy nicknames Jack always had for him. Then Rhys would’ve known for sure it was Jack.

“Hiii. U-Uh, I was just… Um… H-Have you um…”

The twin dropped his hose slightly while eyeing Rhys curiously. He readied to reply but a crash from upstairs stole their attention.

Rhys immediately knew the culprit as he yelled, “JAAAACK!”

The sound had no doubt come from his bedroom. He raced back inside, refusing to let Jack win this time only to become surprised to find his room hardly disturbed aside from a chair knocked over. Rhys stepped in carefully, certain that Jack was still inside somewhere.

“You know, that was really clever of you… Pretending to be Tim on the couch,” Rhys mentioned rather shakily as he continued inside.

The door slammed shut behind him as a body leapt at his back, sending them both onto his bed where he proceeded to be pinned.

“J-Jack! G-Get off!”

“Nope! Not Jack. Not this time,” came a teasing whisper into Rhys’ ear, sending his cheeks ablaze with crimson.

“T-Tim?”

“Awww. You suck! I wanted to surprise him…” groaned who Rhys thought to be Jack, currently climbing out from beneath Rhys’ bed.

“Wait! What?! You were there the whole time?” Rhys demanded while trying to still wrestle away from which ever of the siblings was still trying to ensnare him on the bed.

The one standing merely grinned before easily seizing Rhys’ arms and placing them above his head while the other sibling trapped his hips.

“Let’s play a game, Rhysie!” insisted the one now untwisting Rhys’ waist to make him face them.

“No, no! Please! I-I don’t like this gaaame!”

“But it’s our favoriiite,” said the other before placing gentle kisses on Rhys’ knuckles, “Come on. Who is who? You know the stakes. If we win-”

“J-Just give me a hint! You guys weren’t fair this time! I need a hint!”

Both brothers actually gave pause to that, allowing Rhys a moment to catch his breath after all the fight he gave. A sudden nip to his exposed hip bone made him jump, earning a chuckle from both of them.

“A hint. What were you looking for, pumpkin?”

Rhys wasn’t sure. In truth, he knew he couldn’t really rely on the nicknames. Not if they were aware of the game. The twins were too smart for that. So instead he focused on their touch - even though it made it ten times more difficult to remember what he was doing. The one above him was careful and sweet in his ministrations while the one below grasped him roughly, fully in control.

“I have it. I know who you are,” Rhys concluded with a slow swallow and a prayer.

“Aaaand?” pressed the one below him as his tongue dragged across Rhys’ skin. “I… I think you’re Jack. S-So give me back what you took.” “Am I?”There was a tension in the air that constricted the muscles in Rhys’ chest the longer it played out. It wasn’t until he heard the disgruntled huff of the Lawrence above him that he could tell something was amiss.

“Hate to break it to ya, kiddo. But I didn’t take anything of yours. Though you could always ask my brother.”

Rhys froze as it was the one holding his arms saying that. His gaze swept down to the Cheshire smile between his knees, toying with his legs in prying them further apart.

“Sorry, Rhys. I didn’t feel like playing fair today. That package of yours really upset me… Still trying to run away?”

Jack’s eyes narrowed down them before locking with Tim’s gaze. His grip suddenly became more fierce along with Timothy’s as they were already in sync for what they had planned next.

“Th-That was private… You promised that you wouldn’t look through my things…” Rhys panted as hands were already beginning to search him for any other unknowns he’d been keeping away.

“You promised not to try escaping anymore, sweetheart. But! On the upside, we get to do a sweet ass cavity search. Ready, TimTams?”

“This won’t be gentle, Rhys. Sooner or later, you’re going to learn that there isn’t any point leaving. Because no matter what… you’ll always want to be right here.”

“Nnngh! T-Tim! I’m-! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

A wicked grin split across the bottom one’s face before he peered back up to see Rhys’ reddening one.

“No, actually… I’m sorry. Well, sorry but now sorry. I’m actually Jack.”

Rhys stilled, having become at a complete loss for words.

“In all fairness though, I did tell you, didn’t I? I didn’t feel like playing fair today…”

#wanted fic #wanted snippet #rhackothy #serial killer au #handsome jack #rhys the company man #timothy lawrence

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kpopaganda · 7 years

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Allied, Part 14

Group: GOT7

Member: Jackson

POV: 1st Person

Type: Angst/Fluff/Series/Other

Word Count: 3,106

Summary: The world is in turmoil. There are few functioning governments left and an incurable disease has wiped out most of the human population. It’s every man for himself until you find an ally who becomes more.

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

Jackson was healing up well. It had been several weeks since we got him the antibiotics and he was almost back to his old self. His abdominal wound healed up beautifully with no pain whatsoever and a barely visible scar if you looked really closely. He still couldn't do anything strenuous with his left arm yet, but at least he could use it again. Winter was well and truly upon us and we had to make a lot of modifications to our barn to not freeze at night.

I also still hadn't told Jackson how I felt, much to the annoyance of Jaebum and myself. I just didn't know how to bring it up. Was I supposed to just walk up to Jackson one day and hit him with a "Hi! I'm in love with you!" and just go about my day? It doesn't work like that. I keep waiting for him to make the first mood, but for some reason, it doesn't seem like he wants to. I don't know what I did wrong or if I actually did something wrong, but Jackson was keeping his distance from me.

The more I thought about it and the longer I let the awkward tension linger, the more I came to believe that I’d missed my chance. I’ve avoided talking to Jackson about our feelings for so long that he probably decided to forget about anything developing beyond a camaraderie. He must’ve.

I woke up one morning to an empty barn. The familiar feeling of dread and anxiety I felt whenever I found myself alone washed over me shortly after opening my eyes, but after remembering that Jaebum and Jackson talked about going out to get more wood and salvage some supplies from the surrounding farms I calmed down.

Feeling the tension ease from my body, I got up. I never used to get so shaky when I was alone. In fact, I used to thrive on being by myself, but I guess my lone wolf days were long behind me. Or at least for another while. With Jackson and I on uneven footing, I had no idea what to expect of the future.

There was nothing for me to do inside the barn. The fire was out, the guys were restocking the firewood and I didn’t have any chores to take care of, so I decided to go for a walk. The outside world was warm, despite the snow on the ground and the very faint chill in the wind. The sun was halfway up in the sky and bright enough to blind me, making me hold up a hand to shield myself from it as I walked around the barn toward the treeline.

We’ve been living in the barn long enough to have figured out the lay of the land around it. The eastern edge of the farm was bordered by a forest, the farm to the north of us was also abandoned, but we broke into a cellar that was well stocked and just started slowly bringing everything over to the barn. There was also another empty farm to the south with a small water reservoir on it that was high enough to see the surrounding farms. We’ve climbed it a few times since Jackson was able to use his arm again. The first time I was so nervous that his arm would just be too weak and give in when he was halfway up, but he told me to stop being so scared for him and powered up the rusty ladder like it was nothing. I followed shortly after and sat down between Jackson and Jaebum as we looked out over the rolling hills and farmland.

The forest was still my favourite out of all the other options. It was peaceful and beautiful and the one place I could go and really forget about how far gone the world was. All I ever had to think about in there was not tripping over roots and humming along to the birdsongs. If you walked far enough into the trees, you would find a small stream that led you to a pond if you followed it.

So that’s where I went. If I had to be alone, I at least wanted to do it in a beautiful place. The stream and everything leading towards the pond was frozen, but I suspected the change in weather might thaw some of it. I took a seat on a fallen tree stump on a small perch that overlooked the pond and its surroundings. The sunlight beating down on the thin sheet of ice made the clearing glimmer like something magical as I listened to the chirps of little birds in the trees around me.

My eye caught something across the pond, a shape that didn’t match the organic nature of its surroundings. It looked metallic and jagged, barely covered in a few ripped leaves. I got up from my seat to investigate more closely. I couldn’t remember seeing it when I was there only two days ago. As I approached the object I broke a stick off a tree in passing. My suspicions were correct. It was a snare. I triggered it by pressing my stick into the loop on the ground and pulling it, making the snare tighten around it with a vicious snap.

There was no reason for there to be snares out there. I knew it wasn’t Jaebum’s. He’d told us about how inhumane he found them on too many occasions. That could mean only one other thing that I wasn’t prepared to think about.

Something snapped behind me.

I swung around to find a person’s shadow sweeping through the forest away from me. The violent pulsing of my heartbeat in my ears was the only thing I could hear. My hand went to the back of my waistband where it took hold of the knife’s handle.

I held it right there as I followed whoever was walking through the woods. If they weren’t wearing black I would have lost them already, but I stayed on them until I watched them disappear into thick brush and then I stopped. I waited and I listened. I couldn’t hear anything rustling in the undergrowth and I didn’t want to be surprised on the other side.

So I hid and I waited. Before long there was movement and I saw a man coming out of the brush wearing a black jacket and hat. He looked around him like he was checking to see if the coast was clear and he continued on his way without realising that he was not in the clear.

I snuck up behind him and followed along quietly for several meters before I took a chance. I lunged at him, kicking his legs out from under him. He landed with a thud and a loud oomph before I climbed on top of him with my knife drawn and already pressing into his neck.

He was an older man. Not that much older than me, but probably in his thirties. The surprise and horror in his eyes at being pinned by me was almost satisfying, but I wasn’t there to torment him. I was there for answers.

“Are you the one that set the snare?” I asked levelly.

He seemed to have lost his voice, so I gave him a light nudge with the blunt side of my knife, making him his and stiffen up.

“I asked you a question.”

He swallowed heavily. “I don’t have to answer to you, whore.”

“Excuse me?” I was stunned. “What did you just call me?”

“A whore, because that’s what you are.”

“Are you aware of the fact that I have a knife to your throat right now?”

“It doesn’t matter. I know all about you and your- your living arrangement.”

I felt my blood run cold. “What?”

He smiled darkly. “That’s right. I know all about you and your two boys, living in that barn, all snug sleeping next to each other at night.”

I almost pulled back in shock, but I knew the second I let up on the pressure he would come at me.

“How the fuck do you know that?”

“I’ve been watching you. You and your friends have been taking far more than you deserve.”

“What exactly are you implying?”

He set his jaw. “You’ve been stealing from me Y/N and it stops here.”

The next thing I knew he was grabbing my hand with the knife and throwing me off of him. I held onto the knife for dear life as I tried to wrestle myself away from him. He forced my hand up the length of the knife, forcing me onto the sharp edge of the blade. I let out a bloodcurdling scream as it cut into the skin of my palm and fingers, but I choked it back, not wanting anyone to hear us in case he had friends around.

My free hand connected with his face, but the strike wasn’t hard enough to cause any kind of reaction other than rage. He grabbed my other hand as well, pinning it above my head while we continued to struggled. I managed to wiggle one leg free and kneed him in the crotch twice before throwing him off me and just running.

He yelled and ran after me but I had the upper hand when it came to speed. I was also nimble enough to dodge the trees better, but when I heard him gaining on me I panicked and started stumbling.

I saw the clearing with the pond ahead of me and I knew that if I could just make it past that and I would be home free to hide in the barn. He still had my knife and I knew he would use it the second he got the chance.

I ran into the clearing onto a small dirt ledge overlooking the pond, but before I could make it any further, my foot caught on a root and I went flying over the outcrop and into the frozen pond. The ice broke under my weight and I plunged into the freezing water with my whole body. It wasn’t nearly deep enough to drown, but I was instantly drenched, the sudden cold on my skin burning like nothing I’d ever felt.

I gasped and yelped and struggled to get to my feet with the weight of my wet clothes weighing me down, but the man was already approaching me. He stomped his way through the shallow pond towards me in his boots that were tall enough to keep the water at bay. He had this sick smile on his face like he’d caught me, like some kind of predator that took pleasure in cornering the prey before killing it.

My body shook violently. I don’t know if it was more from cold or fear, but when he reached me instead of drawing the knife on me he wrapped a gloved hand around my throat, squeezing just hard enough to let me know that he could kill me right then if he wanted to.

“Your name is Y/N, right?” he sneered. “I’ve heard them call you that. Oh, what must it be like to have to have you around every day? I’m jealous, honestly. Not only do they steal from me, they get to have you too.”

He shook his head, tightening his hold around my throat and making me suck in a sharp breath.

“What do you want from me?” I choked out.

“Nothing now. From the looks of, hypothermia should take you soon. But that’s all good. At least then I can live with the knowledge that they have one less valuable for themselves. That should really get a rise out of your boyfriend, then I can kill him too when he comes for me.”

I glared at him as hard as I could, but it was hard to look intimidating when you were struggling to breathe. He threw me back down into the water and I screamed in agony when the cold hit my skin again. I was down with the water up to my waist and the cold was so painful that I struggled to move.

I watched him pull out my knife.

“I should just put you out of your misery,” he said.

But I wouldn’t give up that easily. With as much strength as I had left, I splashed him in the face with cold water. It was enough of a shock for him to close his eyes and take a step back, at which point I tackled him, breaking another hole in the ice and submerging him in the water. I quickly wrapped both hands around his throat and held his head under water. He struggled to the surface a few times for a meagre breath, but I wasn’t letting him overpower me this time. I put all of my weight into holding him down, all of my strength. I was screaming and he was thrashing. Never have I been so consumed with rage in my life.

He stopped struggling as I heard someone shout my name. The man underneath me stilled completely, his eyes wide and fearful, frozen that way forever. I didn’t even realise I was crying when someone pulled me up and away.

“Oh my God,” I heard Jackson say behind me, but I couldn’t stop looking at the man I killed, watching as Jaebum approached his lifeless body to figure out what happened.

Jackson pulled me into him, wrapping an arm behind my legs and hoisting me out of the water. He didn’t say a word to Jaebum as he ran back to the barn with me in his arms. The cold was well and truly consuming me. I felt chilled right through my bones and the teeth chattering was painful. It didn’t feel like I was freezing, but instead that I would fall apart from the shaking.

Jackson kicked open the barn door and carried me inside. He set me down by the fire that was barely there and started stripping me. He pulled my jacket off and then every other soaked layer on my body until I was stood in front of him in nothing but my underwear. I couldn’t protest. I couldn’t say a word actually. My mouth was frozen shut.

I watched him turn and frantically start searching for something. Jaebum walked into the barn then with my knife in his hand, looking at me with concern.

“Get the fire going,” Jackson said without looking at him, but when he didn’t hear him move, he stared him down. “Now!”

Jaebum sprung into action, putting the knife down on a bench by the door and running back outside for firewood. When Jackson couldn’t find whatever he was looking for, he grumbled before pulling off his own shirt and jacket and putting them on me. While he dressed me, he made a point of rubbing my arms up and down to warm me up and then he went to look for a pair of pants. He found one of mine still draped over a wire from the last time I’d washed them and thankfully it was dry. Jaebum was back with the firewood as soon as Jackson had me dressed.

They got the fire going and made sure I was standing as close to it as possible without burning myself. As an extra measure, Jackson wrapped one of our blankets around me held me against him, after getting dressed of course. He coddled me like a small child and even though I couldn’t protest, I didn’t want to.

Three of us sat around the fire like that for a while, not saying a word while my body returned to its normal temperature.

“Why did you do that?” asked Jackson. I knew he was talking about me killing that man.

“H- He threatened you,” I managed to say. “And he t-tried to kill me.”

To prove my point I pulled my injured hand out from under the blanket to show him. The pond water had washed it clean and it wasn’t bleeding anymore, but it still looked pretty terrible. We would need to clean it later. Jackson took my hand and examined it thoroughly before gently closing it into a fist and kissing my knuckles. The contact, as innocent as it was, sent a spark through my body. It made my heart beat faster.

Jaebum, who was watching us from across the fire, got up to excuse himself.

“I’ll give you two a minute,” he said, then pulled on his jacket and left the barn.

I looked back at Jackson who was staring at me with warm, sweet eyes. I could feel the warmth spreading through me from just the way he looked at me. He was also still holding my injured hand.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he whispered.

My heart stopped. Everything stilled inside me and I could only stare at him. Was he finally going to tell me that he was done with me? That he was done letting me string him along if I didn’t care for him when I actually did. Oh, God, I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe.

“What are you saying?” I choked out.

“I’m saying I love you.”

What? That didn’t go where I was expecting it to at all.

“I love you so much,” he continued. “All this time I’ve known you, you were the only thing I cared about. You took care of me, you made me laugh, you made me forget about how terrible everything was... You’re my world and I know you feel the same, but I don’t know why you haven’t said anything.”

All this time... All this time he’s loved me back, even when I thought it was starting to slip away, even when I thought he was tired of me. He’s loved me despite everything we’ve been through.

Gently taking his face in my hand, I leant up as he leant down and our lips met in the middle in a delicate kiss. It was sweet, tender even, and I didn’t want to pull away.

“I love you too,” I whispered against his lips. “So much.”

Jackson smiled against my mouth and kept kissing me, too happy and too engrossed in us being close to pull away. He held my body closer and peppered my whole face in quick pecks that made me smile and for once in a really long while, I knew I was going to be okay because Jackson loved me.

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