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ronearoundblindly · 2 years

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The Dignity of His Choice (12)

Icon, Part Three (see previous or series)

Summary: Steve wakes from a dream.

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Warnings: smut, faint hint of maybe dubcon (but once it's communicated, it's respected), minor language, confusion, and angst

Yes, I am posting impatiently. Shhh. I want to get to the happy ending as much as everyone else.

Steve isn’t having a nightmare, but he is caught up in a rather graphic dream that he’s had a few times in the last months. Tongue, teeth, screams, skin, moans, and messes. He has no clue what’s actually happening; he’s just feasting on feelings conjured by his subconscious.

Out at the cabin, with no sense of time or schedule and nothing to do, Steve got used to letting his body react however it wanted, whenever it wanted. He shot his cum to the forest floor with abandon, silent as he was, something he never did during months in various temporary shelters and bases back in ’44. Over recent years, you’ve taught him to enjoy sex, and he misses the experience much more than he thought he would. Then again, he had no fight or nefarious plot to focus on. He had no idea just how long he would be without you. His brain and body were not prepared. Clearly.

Maybe it was smelling your shampoo while nuzzled in your hair. Or your warm body beneath his hand. Or your ass rubbing up against him after you turned over. Or a day that ends in -y. Any of those things could have triggered his accidental rutting against you.

You have to call his name and shake him awake, which is a deeper sleep than he normally gets, but he feels so safe and happy with you. He can’t be mad at that. Also, he can’t think right now.

Groggy and confused, Steve rolls over and rubs at his eyes, tenting the sheet stretched over you both. “Sorry. Sorry, honey,” he mumbles, trying to orient himself to the familiar but completely unexpected surroundings. “I don’t…I’ll just…”

“Steve,” you say again, pressing a hand to his chest as he squirms to sit up. Your voice is thick with fatigue, too. Daylight is still strong behind the curtains. “It’s okay. I just—“ there’s a humor to your voice that he can’t explain but he’s heard before “—I stopped my birth control and you were moving my underwear.” You clear your throat to suppress an awkward laugh, letting heavy eyelids stop their fight to look at him.

You’re so precious when you just wake up. It’s one of his favorite looks. The way the extra fabric of your shirt drapes between your breasts and shows the peak of your nipples is—

“Oh god, I’m sorry.” Steve covers his face with his hands, but he can still see you bent over, head thrown back, mouth open. There’s a similar pitch in your voice that mimics how you cried his name in his dream. Christ, he’s hard. “Let me go take care of this in—“

“Steve.”

He doesn’t move his hands. He doesn’t get out of bed either. He doesn’t know where this is going yet, and without thought, he holds his breath.

“I just—we just have no protection, and also…that’s not something I want to do while you’re unconscious. Ever.” The hand at his chest drags down his skin gently until his own catches it.

He’s afraid that if he asks—no, actually, he’s just completely unsure. He can’t tell where you’ve landed on the sliding scale of ‘relationship,’ and Steve can’t be a good judge when he’s this desperate.

“How about you tell me what you want.” You’re calm, keeping your hand steady in his, and when he doesn’t respond immediately, you yawn, making your mouth stretch wide into—

Rogers.

Oh. Okay. He’s not. Steve can’t. Those things. He doesn’t—

There’s a feedback loop of images in his mind that Steve isn’t coherent enough to sort through. Strategy and imagination are not his strong suits in the bedroom. He knows that, in general, you want sex more often than he does, so most of the initiative is from you, most new things start with you. He absolutely wants this. He absolutely does not know how to figure out a method of—

Oh.

He leans over to the drawer on his bedside table and grumbles. What he’s looking for is not there.

Your hand stops his shoulder from reaching again. “I moved it,” you admit softly.

That makes sense.

“But you’re gonna need to say what you need that for…just in case.”

No, not that-that, and we’ve never…but uh… Steve only emits one low word from his current one-track mind. “Thighs.”

A shiver visibly races up your spine, and he’s starting to think you’re just as excited as he is.

“Uh-huh.” That’s all you manage to squeak out.

When you stretch across your side to grab the bottle of lube, your shirt hikes up over the band of your panties, and Steve reaches without considering. His large hand skims up your side beneath the fabric. He feels your lungs sharply inhale, your waist bend as he grazes a ticklish spot, and the arch into his palm when his touch reaches your breast.

“Honey,” you gasp, and he waits for a correction that never comes. You melt into him, back sinking into his chest. He couldn’t have fantasized it better.

His lips find the tender spot below your ear, and you squirm, lifting a hand to lightly brush through his beard. From the way you’re already panting beneath him, you like the beard, but Steve still wants to shape it up tomorrow if he can find his clippers.

Finally, finally, he makes it to your mouth, and desperate as Steve may be, he loves to linger on your kiss. He missed this, the loving intimacy of being close, knowing that you welcome him back into your space. His tongue gently dances over yours before planting tiny chaste pecks against your lips. They’re even softer than he remembers. He’s utterly gone.

His hand inches out from under the baggy shirt and moves to push his boxers down his legs until he can kick them off, shoving the covers to the foot of the bed also. He then snakes his fingers down your arm to take the lube from a forgotten grip, never breaking with you.

When he finishes (for now) his claim on your mouth, Steve pumps a generous amount onto his palm and kneads the slick into the fleshiest juncture of your thighs.

“So soft,” he praises in awe, cupping the other inner thigh before adding more lube to his hand and fisting himself. God, he aches for you. The bottle gets tossed who knows where, and he’s pretty sure he shut the lid. Maybe. It’s given less than a second’s thought before he’s shifting his body flush with yours, angling to slide through your pinned legs, and grasping at your breast again.

You’re moaning and gasping, likely shocked at the frantic pace he sets in his complete lack of control. Steve babbles out excitement and groans against your cheek, but he wants more of you.

His arm beneath you comes around like a pillow for your head and takes over teasing your nipple while the other pushes into your underwear and attacks your clit. He feeds off of your sound and smell and taste. The intensity wrings him out in the most spectacular way.

When you shift your top knee to lay in front of the other, though, it makes your flesh tighter around Steve’s cock and he is finished. His release rips across his body. The evidence clings to your skin and the sheets. His only raging thought while the flash fire inside him burns bright is let me touch you, and his finger hooks around the waist of your panties and tears them down your legs. He’s feral at this point, scrambling to dive between your legs, uncaring of his own spend rubbing across his face or shoulders or neck. He has to taste you. You have to feel as good as he does now. You have to feel as loved and cared for and human and welcomed as him.

He knows you. He knows how you love to be touched. He knows how wet you get when properly aroused. He knows there’s a special pungency to your scent when you’re close. He can get you there expertly since he learned your body like the one-of-a-kind instrument that it is.

And so he gets you there, right on the cusp. Your hands sink into his hair, but the edge of ecstasy eludes you. His name is on repeat, falling from your lips. He’s nearly ready to go again out of sheer hype, rubbing himself against the sheets, but your high whisks away again.

Steve doubles down, and your grip tightens and pulls. Your legs clamp together around him. He can feel on his tongue and fingers that you’re almost—

“Steve, stop,” you scream.

The pulling wrenches him away from your core, and he panics. It’s only then that Steve looks up to see tears streaming down your face.

“No. No, Keeps, I’m so sorry,” he hushes, scooting back to give you space, feet off the edge of the bed. “You’re okay. I…”

He fucked up. He’s not on the same page. He wasn’t reading you like a book. He has no idea what to do, so he stands there distraught and listening to your sobs. He gives himself an enormous mental ass-whooping while just waiting like he should have done in the first place. So he tells himself.

As you quiet, Steve crawls back onto his side of the bed. You’ve curled yourself up, still wearing the t-shirt that’s bunched above your bare waist. He unfolds the covers to drape over you. He doesn’t want to just go with you like this, but if you tell him to get out, he will.

He has no clue what to say, so he waits some more, heart pounding, hot flush spreading up his chest and neck, until some words escape your mouth, muffled by your fists.

“I mourned you.”

Shit.

“I buried you.”

And Steve hears the message between words all too clearly. How do I trust you again?

He can’t just pick up where you and he left off because he didn’t ‘leave off’ anywhere. He dropped a bomb on you and ran away, burdening you to sift through the wreckage. Now he’s shown up to exclaim, ‘look what you made of yourself’ and expects to fit right back into the mold of your marriage. That old life doesn’t exist anymore. He broke it. Steve realizes now that he’s not sure how much or how little is salvageable.

Then the kicker comes.

“You hurt me.”

Now Steve really wants to die. This is everything he promised he would never do, the one thing he thought he could never mess up.

There is nothing in this world that could make me hurt you was now a broken vow. Steve lied to you, he hid things from you, and he left you here alone. He told himself the risk was worth the reward because in his mind the person hurt the most would be him. He’s always willing to self-sacrifice—always has been.

So he’ll just do it some more.

Steve lays down parallel to you at what feels like a safe distance and says your name softly coaxing your eyes to him with his deep voice.

“I understand if you hate me.”

“Hate you?” The question bubbles out of your throat with a sob.

“I don’t expect you to forgive me, but you didn’t deserve to be hurt because of me.” Steve delicately crawls his fingers through the space between you, words evaporating into the chilly winter daylight. “You deserve so much better.”

There’s some more muttering, but he can’t make out what you’re saying. Your eyes are closed. He’s not sure these words are even for him, and now, just now, you idiot, Steve really notices how exhausted you still look. After all that happened, he’d managed to wake you both up after just three more hours of sleep.

He gets up, puts his boxers back on, and goes to grab water. He’s irritated that he feels compelled to eat again already and fights the urge. He brings you back a fresh glass.

You’ve sat up, arms clutched around your knees, but you can look him in the eye now. Steve wonders whether that’s a good thing or not. You sip the water anyway.

“It feels like I failed a test,” you croak after a few false starts. “You had a military funeral, and honestly, that was the first I’d ever considered myself a military wife, in that way. I don’t know why, but…” You look off to the far wall, unblinking. “I’m sure they all hope. They all want their husbands and wives and sons and daughters to come back, to not be dead. I had more reason to hope—or doubt, maybe—than most…and now I feel like a fraud, Steve, because I’m the one-in-a-million that gets their loved one back. I was given all that grace, all that sympathy, I got to treat so many people like shit, and I get my miracle, too.

“I don’t even know if I’m allowed to feel bad or angry. I think I’m supposed to feel lucky, but instead—“ the words choke off, and this time Steve doesn’t hesitate to jump to your side and hold you while you continue “—I feel empty. It feels like I stole someone else’s chance.”

You cry for a good while after that. Steve has no words; he’s never thought from that angle before, not for this.

You weren’t able to cope with his death. You couldn’t do it alone, but everyone grieves differently. Steve hurt you; you think you failed. He can't marry those two realities. He failed, and you hurt no one. But he can't very well argue at this moment.

“It’s okay.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? Did you think I couldn’t handle it? Did you think I’d fall apart like this and ruin everything?”

He really should have thought up answers for you over the past hundred days. Steve could kick himself that he only has one lame excuse. “Once you knew about all the things I do and the threats I face,” he adds lowly, “I thought it would change how you see me. Us. I thought it would change us.”

Steve leans back and shuffles to mirror you, tucking his legs up to hold his arms over, beside you still but face to face. “And then you didn’t already know, so it would be a lot to process when suddenly the threat was against you. Everything was already separate. I just…kept going that way.”

Where seconds ago you were effusive and shy about your confession, there is nothing now. You look right at him, and Steve could swear the gaze is stripping him to the bone with biting accuracy.

“Do you regret it?”

His stomach flips twenty times instantaneously. Steve even feels a little dizzy, knocked over and free-falling off a cliff without a parachute. He’ll survive, but it’s going to hurt. “Yes.” All of it. None of it. Never. Always.

“Good,” you say and return to sipping your water.

(Next part)

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barriste-r · 3 years

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me and who? - franmaya icons from the ace attorney anime

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pennylanefics · 2 years

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Insecure - Josh Kiszka

a/n: this idea is for @allieboop who mentioned wanting a fic where the reader is insecure about their body, so here it is ✨ i hope it’s okay, i struggled with it at times lol, but enjoy!

warnings: talks of/mentions of body issues, self image/self-conscious thoughts

When Josh invited you to go swimming with the guys and a few other friends who you didn’t know, you said yes right away. What could be better than a pool day with your boyfriend and his brothers?

But soon, the realization of being in front of people who you didn’t know at all, in a swimsuit, hit you. And every insecurity you had about meeting new people and how you look came washing over you.

Josh was coming to pick you up at around eleven. It was about 10:30 now, and you were in tears in the middle of trying to find something to wear.

Every swimsuit of yours that you tried on, you hated the way it looked on you. One top was too small, so things spilled out of the sides. Another one was so big that it was sure to pop right off as soon as you jumped into the water.

And bottoms were another issue. One pair didn’t cover your stomach, another showed too much skin for your comfort level.

You also had a couple one pieces, but you didn’t like the way your stomach looked in them, so those were out automatically.

As you sit on your bed, silently crying and covering your body with your arms, a knock sounds through your room. Josh steps in without an answer, cheerful as ever.

“Hey baby! You almost ready to go?” Josh takes one look at you, and as soon as he does, his expression and smile drop, and he comes to sit by you. “What’s going on, mama? Why are you crying?”

“I don’t wanna go today,” you mumble into your hands. Josh’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, not clearly hearing what you said.

“Talk to me, honey,” he whispers, rubbing your back up and down. With a deep sigh, you remove your hands from your face and turn to him.

“I don’t want to go anymore,” you whisper.

“Why not?” His voice is soft and sweet as ever, not wanting to make it sound like he was asking in a rude way, but in a curious and comforting way.

“I don’t have anything to wear.” He looks down to your floor at the few pieces of suits that littered the area.

“There seems to be plenty of items to choose from, babe. What’s wrong with them?”

“I hate the way I look in every one of them.” Tears form in your eyes once more, but Josh is there to console you, bringing you into his arms.

You cry into his shoulder, breaking his heart with each sob that escapes your lips.

“Shhh, it’s okay, darling,” he whispers against your head. His hands run up and down your back as gently as ever.

When you finally calm down, Josh pulls away and wipes your cheeks.

“So you don’t want to go anymore?” He confirms. You sadly nod, looking down at your hands that were entwined with Josh’s.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t think I can wear any of those and feel good about myself and not worry about other people seeing my body like that.”

“It’s okay, baby. We don’t have to go. I understand.”

“I’m sorry, Josh. I know how excited you were for today and-”

“There’s no need to apologize. Your feelings are valid and nothing to feel sorry for.” You smile and lean into his chest. He holds you for a few moments before pulling away and standing. He picks up the swimsuits from the floor.

“Can I offer something, though?” He wonders. You hesitantly nod and watch as he sets all of them out.

“Will you try them on for me?” You chuckle and stand, grabbing a one piece first and undressing. Josh, despite having seen you nude countless times, turns away just to be respectful of your current mental state.

So, you try each one on, and for every piece or set, Josh looks at you like you are the most beautiful being in the world. His entire face lights up the moment you finish dressing in one, and soon, all your insecurities start to wash away.

Josh always made you feel effortlessly beautiful, and he made sure you knew that. His presence alone was enough to make you feel beautiful.

“I have two options,” Josh starts, taking a seat next to you after you finish trying the suits on for him. You nod and wait for him to explain his thoughts.

“One is that we can go to this party, but you don’t have to swim if you don’t feel comfortable. I know how you feel about being around new people, especially in such a setting.” You nod and gaze down in your lap. But, Josh lifts your chin with his pointer finger and thumb to look into his eyes. “Hey, remember, it’s okay.”

“What’s the other option?” He laughs lightly and moves his hand to caress your cheek.

“We have our own pool party at my parents’ house. They’re gone for the weekend, and no one else will be around. That way, the only person who will see you is me, and you know I am not going to think anything bad about you because you are incredibly beautiful and perfect.” Heat rises to your cheeks and you cuddle up into his side.

“Well, I was looking forward to the pool party, so I like the idea of having our own instead.”

“Wonderful. Then we can order a pizza for lunch and have a day for ourselves. I’ll tell Jake you were feeling under the weather and just needed some time to relax. On one condition, though.”

“What now?” You laugh. He picks up a two-piece bikini, a bright white bikini top and olive green bottoms, which could almost be considered a thong.

“You wear this bikini for me because I think the colors compliment your skin tone so well, and it looks so fucking sexy on you,” his voice lowers just a little as he hands you the items. You giggle and reach up to kiss him sweetly.

“Alright.” You quickly change into the set and Josh steps over to you when you are finally ready to leave for his family’s house. He stops you before walking out of your room, his hands falling around your waist, his thumb rubbing your skin softly.

“Always remember, you have one body in your entire life. This beautiful body keeps you alive, it gets you through tough times, it stays with you through everything. It deserves to be loved and cherished and cared for, mainly by yourself. You are truly beautiful, and it sometimes pains me to hear you speak so horribly about your body. I understand that my words aren’t going to change your perspective, but promise me you will be nicer to yourself and try to see the pure beauty you hold?”

Tears spring to your eyes as he finishes his small talk. All you can do is nod, and he pulls you right into his arms, holding you tightly against him.

“I love everything about you, (Y/N). And I will be honest, your body reminds me of Renaissance paintings. How perfectly articulated your curves are, how soft your skin is, how you look like a fucking goddess all of the time. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to call you mine, I really am the luckiest guy in the world to be able to hold your body against mine and just caress you.”

“Okay, if you keep talking like that, we won’t make it to your parents’ place for lunch and swimming,” you push away from him, flushing deeply at his words. He just giggles and kisses your cheek, helping you gather your things.

The rest of the afternoon is spent in each other’s presence, not having to worry about what other people are going to be saying or thinking about you, because you knew Josh’s thoughts. And nothing was negative, nor will it ever be. He will always see you as a goddess, and you were incredibly lucky to have him help you on the journey of accepting and loving yourself the same way he does with you.

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noteguk · 3 years

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devilish | kth | m

— summary; in which Taehyung has a bit too much fun toying with your limits.

— contents and warnings; pwp, smut, Taehyung x reader, established relationship, edging, guided masturbation, dirty talk, corruption kink, sliiiight dumbification, dom!tae, mentions of past virginity loss, mentions of blowjobs, mirror, begging, orgasm control, praise kink, use of the word “slut”, cockwarming, unprotected sex

— words; 2,4k

— author’s note; this request has been sitting in my askbox since forever because I was stuck with the last version of it. Eventually I deleted that document and completely changed the plot (or lack thereof), and now here we are. I really like corruption kink so :) this was a nice ride

Requested by anon!

Taehyung was almost convinced that you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Granted, he was biased. He had been dating you for some time now, but, in his defense, he was positive that the wind had been knocked out of him (how cliche) the first time he had laid eyes on you. And it all went downhill from there. Taehyung became a bit more crazy about you every time he saw you, paid a bit more attention to the small details that he might have missed before — the way you played with your hair, the shy tug of your lips every time he made a flirtatious remark, the fluttering of your eyelashes when you leaned away after a kiss. It was all beautiful, perfect, created by angels just for him. And he loved every second of it.

It was just a matter of time before his little obsession leaked into the bedroom and Taehyung didn’t hesitate to make good use of it. Even if you were a bit embarrassed by it, always so shy, Taehyung liked to watch you play with yourself as he told you what to do: where to touch, how to move, when to stop. And you were always so good for him — following his orders eagerly, giving him more every time he asked you to.

You were so, so perfect that he thought he was dreaming. He couldn’t have wished for a better girlfriend.

“That’s it, baby, take it slow,” his husky voice sounded next to your ear, one of his hands caressing your hair gently. You had your back pressed against his chest, sitting between his legs, with your own thighs open and pushed up to the level of your breasts. He could see everything like that. “So pretty. You’re always so pretty for me.”

Taehyung had his eyes zeroed in the reflection before you two, the large rectangular mirror presenting him with the glorious view of your flushed heat. He followed, mesmerized, as you circled your clit with two of your fingers, whining beautifully at your growing pleasure, back arching and eyes closing.

Taehyung was used to your body, how it reacted; he knew the telltale signs that your orgasm was getting closer. And that was the dangerous part. “Shhh, you’re almost there, baby,” he mumbled, the venom in his tone telling you that he would do it again — ask you to stop just as you were about to cum, making you cry and whine until he allowed you to start over. But then your pleasure was almost gone, and you had to build it back up from zero. “Look at you, you’re so desperate. You like playing with your little pussy?”

You nodded, a frail moan leaving your mouth. You could feel yourself clenching around nothing, begging to be filled up.

“You do? That’s so dirty,” he teased. Taehyung’s hands were resting on either side of his body now, supporting his weight. No matter how much you wanted him to touch you, you knew that he wouldn’t. He found much more satisfaction watching you do it. “Is that pussy wet for me, baby? Does it want to cum?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you implored, overwhelmed. Taehyung had made you edge yourself five times already, it had been going on for too long, and you didn’t think you could stop it again. You would try, though, of course you would, but you were afraid that your body wouldn’t respond in time. “I want to cum, Tae, please.”

He hummed, placing a wet kiss against the nape of your neck. Taehyung was breathing heavy, fighting against every cell of his body so he wouldn’t bend you over and fuck you full of his cock. He also had his needs, but his objective was to teach you some discipline. He needed you to need him.

“One more time for me, baby,” he said. His cock was unbearably hard inside his pants, leaking into his underwear as he heard the beautiful sounds of your soaked pussy. He was going insane thinking about how well it would wrap around him, how gorgeous you looked when you were full of his cock. “Stop it one more time.”

You almost cried out at his words. “N-No, I can’t,” you whined. You could feel your orgasm just about to overflow, your thighs shaking as you continued to rub your clit. “I can’t do one more.”

“Shhh, you can,” he calmed you down. Another kiss against your neck and you swore you were about to die. “Stop now.”

And you actually stopped, because you were such a sweet, obedient girl for him. Taehyung watched as your chest heaved, your eyes closing as you pulled your hand away from your pussy, a shaky moan of frustration leaving your lips as you let your orgasm slip away for the sixth time that afternoon. He felt his cock throb in his pants when he saw how soaked and puffy your cunt was for him, caught himself groaning out in hunger.

“That’s such an obedient slut,” he complimented, his voice a hoarse vibration against your shoulder. Taehyung knew you were on your limit, and he loved that, still, you followed what he told you to do. “You used to be such a good girl, baby, now look at you: edging that little pussy of yours, begging me to let you cum. That makes me so fucking hard.”

You could only whine, because your limbs had turned to jello and you didn’t think you could find your voice quick enough. Your own reflection stared back at you in the mirror — your skirt pulled up and panties brushed to the side, your heat dripping against the bed, making a mess that you were sure Taehyung would tease you about later. You didn’t know what had happened to you, it seemed as if your life had completely turned around ever since he had walked right into it.

And, as if he was reading your mind, Taehyung continued talking as your pleasure melted away.

“When I met you, you couldn’t even kiss me without getting shy,” he started, one of his hands leaving the bed and resting on your waist. Your body shivered at the warm contact, sensitive. “You were this timid little virgin, you hadn’t even touched yourself yet, baby. You didn’t even know how to.” Another kiss against your neck had you shuddering, hoping for more. “And now you are soaking all over my sheets like a good slut. You learned how to take my cock so well, didn’t you? I taught you well.”

You nodded, brain flooded with images from your past. Taehyung had always been drawn to your innocence, found his delight watching you discover your pleasure for the first time — rather, he loved teaching you, breaking that inexperience apart until he had you whimpering for more, embarrassed and needy, grinding your pussy against him just to feel something. He had turned you into a desperate little thing, an obedient girl that could cum just by playing with your tits, or that would start crying when it became too much — and still would ask him to keep going.

You were a giver: you liked to provide Taehyung with whatever it was that he asked you to, loved to be showered with his praises every time you made him cum. You liked to play up your innocence just to see how he reacted, weaponized your apparent cluelessness because you knew that he loved to show you how to do things. It was a perfect game that you two played, and it always ended up just like both of you wanted to.

Taehyung’s hand slithered up your stomach and groped your covered breast, pulling you out of your reveries. You pressed yourself closer to his chest, a shot of pleasure going straight to your core as his fingers brushed against your hardened nipple.

“Taehyung, please,” you begged once again, your voice a pathetic little thing, “let me cum.”

“My baby wants to play with her pussy again?” He asked, his voice an octave lower. You nodded. “Hm? Want to make that tight little cunt cum?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you were losing your mind, droplets of sweat running between your breasts. The bedroom was so hot, you felt like you couldn’t even breathe. “I need it so bad.”

He chuckled devilishly against your skin, his thumb grazing your nipple. “Alright, baby, you’ve been good,” Taehyung finally gave in, making you breathe out in relief. “But sit on my cock first.”

Your heart hammered against your rib cage, your pussy clenching in anticipation. “What?”

“You heard what I said, baby.” He removed his hand from your tit and used it to unzip his pants. The sound was harsh and loud, shooting straight to your dripping core. “Come on, I’m not very patient.”

Taehyung was patient, though, that was how he managed to edge you so many times without losing his cool. But you bought his act and moved forward so he could fumble with his pants, your eyes following his movements on the mirror as he pulled his cock free.

You sighed at the sight, your mouth watering with the thought of licking his cock clean. He was so hard and heavy, leaking all over himself, and if you weren’t so desperate to have him inside you, you would’ve turned around and sucked him like he had teached you, until you were crying and he was cumming down your throat.

“Don’t ride it. Just keep it in.” Taehyung shattered your dreams just as fast as he had built them, a frown covering your features as he placed his hands on your hips, pulling you towards him. “Keep my cock warm as you touch yourself, baby. Make a mess on it and I’ll think about fucking you, alright?”

Taehyung always had wonderful arguments, because that had you agreeing within a second. You struggled to place yourself over him, lining his tip with your entrance and, just as you were about to sink down, he stopped you.

“No, baby.” Taehyung placed his hand on your chin, tilting your head towards the mirror. “Want you to watch too.”

“I’ll watch,” you guaranteed, earning a soft smile in return.

You sat down on his member with ease, thankful for how absolutely soaked you were. Ever since Taehyung had taken your virginity, you realized that you would never get enough of that feeling — of his length stretching you wide open, hitting every spot and throbbing inside you. Back when you had your first time, you had been so flustered that you couldn’t even watch when Taehyung entered you and, now, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from your reflection, your hand clenching the hem of your skirt so it didn’t cover the view.

Behind you, Taehyung moaned out at the sensation, his eyes closing. “That’s it, baby, fuck.” He breathed out. “This pussy was made for me.”

And you felt the same, felt like the two of you were made to be together like that, a perfect match for one another.

Before you could react, his hands were back on your body, playing with your tits as you squirmed under his touches. The movement of your hips against him was automatic, filling the room with the sounds of your wetness and a beautiful whimper coming from your throat. “T-Tae, I’m…”

“Sit still,” he commanded, ignoring your shy requests for forgiveness. You managed to stop your body from moving, instead focusing on how perfectly he was buried inside you, his pelvis glued against your ass. “Didn’t you want to cum? So, go ahead. Play with your clit, baby.”

Another moan left you as he pushed your breasts together. “But I want to—“

“No, no. You already asked for what you wanted,” he interrupted. Taehyung’s eyes were hooded and dark, looking at you from the reflection like they were daring you to disobey him. “Play with your pussy for me, baby. Cum all over my cock. That’s all you’re gonna get for now.”

You agreed with a frail movement of your head, your fingers moving back to your sensitive nub. You coated them in your juices before pressing down on your clit, crying out in sensitivity as you started to rub yourself again. This time, with the feeling of Taehyung’s cock inside you, it was much easier to find where you had left off, your walls clenching dangerously tight around him as you searched for your high.

Taehyung continued to watch you, his gaze burning your body. He was biased, yes, but you were the hottest thing he had ever laid eyes upon. And he wasn’t ignoring the way you were moaning out his name, your perfect cunt clenching around his cock, the sweet smell of your perfume infiltrating his nose. All of you was perfect, handmade for him, and he was going insane knowing that you were all his.

“Gonna cum,” you warned, looking at him through parted lids. Taehyung, of course, knew that already. He knew your body better than yourself. “Can I cum?”

Taehyung smiled — you were so cute. He had already allowed you to and, yet, there you were, making sure his desires hadn’t changed. Even though you were about to break, you still needed his permission. “Of course, baby,” he said. “You’ve been so patient. So perfect for me. You can cum whenever you want.”

He could not even blink when you finally tipped over the edge, your pussy gushing down on his cock and pulsating around it as you finally — finally! — found your high. Taehyung knew all those small mannerisms already — the opening of your lips, the rolling of your eyes, the high pitch of your voice — but he couldn’t help but feel like he was experiencing them for the very first time.

And as you came down from your moment of euphoria, your thighs jittery from overstimulation, Taehyung had erased every single doubt from his mind: you were, undoubtedly, the most precious, beautiful thing he had ever seen.

#bts smut #taehyung smut #bts x you #bts x reader #reader insert #kim taehyung #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #smut #pwp #drabble #smut drabble

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kirsteinsjoy · 3 years

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hush now. // jean kirstein

synopsis ~ your body is aching for jean's touch, but quiet now, don't let your sleeping friends hear.

cw ~ cockwarming, teasing, drooling, exhibitionism, modern au, degradation, riding, cumming inside, slight dacryphillia

pairing ~ dom! jean x sub! fem bodied reader

"can you guys be quiet? the movie is starting,"

"hey, my popcorn is gonna fall, Connie move!"

"no this spot is comfortable. your popcorn can sit somewhere else."

"okay guys it's starting shhh,"

you giggled as your boyfriend quietened your friends' bickering. everyone settled down under the warm blankets on Connie's sofa, paying attention to the flashing images infront of their eyes.

it had been quite a while since all four of you had a sleepover, but finally, you guys had settled for tonight to relax together and have fun.

with the blaring of the movie sounds and Sasha's crunching of popcorn in the background, you were starting to fall asleep. your head lay in the crook of Jean's warm neck, and your legs were on his right side.

as your eyes began to droop, you felt long fingers running up and down your thighs. you tried not to take notice of it but as those fingers neared the inners of your thighs, you couldn't help but shift in his lap, causing friction between your ass and his crotch.

his thumb started to rub circles, making you slightly whimper from the sensation. you could feel your core dampening by his slight touches, and his low chuckles as you did so didnt help.

Jean slid you off his lap for a moment, making you shiver from the sudden cool air hitting your skin, but pulled you back onto it.

oh my god.

the tip of his dick rubbed against your clit, sending your body into an immediate state of arousal. he cocked his head to the side slightly, asking for consent and you nodded. Jean pushed your face into his shoulder, pushing you down slowly onto his cock.

you understood why he did that, because you bit down onto him as he went inside you inch by inch. your walls wrapped around his cock perfectly, causing a breathy whine to leave your lips.

you tried to buck your hips, but the strong grip on your hips stopped you. your face twisted into an expression of confusion and desperation as he smirked.

"not so fast baby, i'll tell you when you can move," he whispered into your heated ears. it turned him on terribly to see you unable to do anything in such a situation, especially as you're filled with his dick under the blankets without anyone's knowledge of it.

After 10 minutes or so, Jean's head turned to the side that Connie and Sasha were sitting at.

fast asleep. their heads lay on top of eachother as they snored quietly, in deep sleep.

"can we-" you sentence was stopped by a loud moan that resulted in a hand being clapped over your mouth. Jean suddenly bucked his hips up into you, his dick penetrating deep into you.

"goodness me love, so loud aren't we?" he said smugly, his fingers sneaking underneath your top. "hush now, we don't to wake up our friends with your moans, be a good girl and stay quiet for me, yes?

he looked upto you. those hazels eyes may seem pleading, but you could see through them, see through to the lust and filth that he tried to hide.

"y-yes." you could feel your cheeks heating up from the embarrasment of doing such erotic things with the risk of getting caught, but it also aroused you more.

your hips started to roll onto his lap, feeling the shape of his cock against your walls. his hands fell to you ass, helping you along his lap. the adrenaline mixed with incitement felt so amazing.

"aah, it feels so good," you moaned, starting to bounce on his dick.

he threw his head back, groaning at how good you felt around him.

"god look at you, riding my dick when you could get caught in any moment," his fingers grabbed your chin, pulling your face closer to his. "are you that much of a whore for my cock, mm?"

"well?" he cocked his head to the side.

"y-yes, i love how good you make me feel!" you struggled to get words out from the overwhelming pleasure your body was feeling.

"fuck," he thrusted his hips up into you. the sound of skin slapping and breathy moans echoed throughout the room.

suddenly, you hear rustling from under the covers. Jean caught onto this, pressing his throbbing cock into you deeper as you tried to muffle your moans by your hand, only for the rustling to stop.

"you're such a mess right now. tears streaming down your face, your mouth dripping with saliva, yet you can't seem to stop getting yourself off on me even when you nearly got caught?"

his words were drilled into your brain as you arched your back at your incoming orgasm. he got ahold of your hair as he came with you, thick ropes of cum streaming down from your insides, smearing onto your pussy.

all that could be heard was both of your tired, relieved breaths.

"my good girl," he breathed, pulling your head into his chest.

your fucked-out body lay limp against his, but you left a small kiss on his neck with your remaining energy and immediately fell asleep.

#aot anime #attack on tiran #jean kirstein #jean aot #aot smut #aot imagines #attack on titan smut #aot x reader #jean x reader

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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Ok i got an monster tom x scientist reader au universe thing and no it does not take place in the red army base

Reader is a scientist and is asked to run some tests on a new specimen/monster they found, and when reader sees the specimen/monster they actually think it's kinda cute but then some other scientists shock him and even stick some needles in him and reader just feels bad for the specimen/monster at this point so nighttime rolls around and they hack into the cameras to shut them off and wear a mask so they won't get caught and go to the main room where the specimen/monster is they the reader introduces themselves to the monster the monster, thinking they're gonna hurt them, immediately backs off obviously scared and reader convinces the monster that they're not gonna hurt them and the monster shrinks as he's mostly human and says "your not gonna hurt me?" And they reassure him that they're not gonna hurt him and they sneak into the readers car and drives off the lab that the monster was in and reader asks what the "monsters" name is and says their name is "tom". Then reader makes a pit stop to a store real quick to get tom some clothes and then reader drives to they're home and introduces tom to their room and asks if they want some food/ take out or not an he says yes and they get some chinese food and watch some TV, after eating they both go to bed and reader suddenly finds themselves in Toms arms whimpering a little, and reader just kinda decides to pet his hair and rub his horns a little bit which make him purr then tom wraps his tail around reader and asks them to do it more and they do do that untill they notice that he's asleep then they both fall asleep.

Whew, I enjoyed writing this one ^^

Summary: Reader, a scientist, rescues Monster Tom from the lab that experimented on him and brings him home

...............

"Dr. [L/n], I'll let you oversee today's tests on TR-03."

"Alright, chief." You smiled awkwardly as your supervisor handed you the clipboard. It contained the subject's information: a one-eyed horned monster of an unknown species, though your colleagues have theorized it to be a demon. "What kind of tests are we running on it?"

"Resistance to electric shocks. There's evidence of uranium possibly circulating in its blood, so you'll be watching them extract samples as well."

As he explained, your smile gradually dropped as you looked over the information, seeing a ton of redacted information, including several incidents of the destruction it caused prior to its capture.

"So it's gonna be shocked and stuck with needles? Sounds painful."

"Its armor is thick, so it shouldn't feel a thing. Besides...I don't think you need to worry about whether it'll be painful for it." Your supervisor spoke in a rather condescending tone. "After all it's just an animal."

"I...yes, sir. I'll go oversee the tests right away." Not wanting to argue further, you just left his office and wandered through the building.

You were eager yet anxious to meet this monster.

Eventually you reached the area where the creature was being held, climbing up the stairs that led to the skybridge so you could look down into its holding chambers.

It was a massive dark purple creature, with two bright violet horns and a single black eye. Surprisingly it was allowed full movement, though judging from the many claw marks on the walls...it wouldn't surprise you if one day it was chained up to restrict such behavior.

You actually thought it was..kind of cute? It looked scary in pictures, but up-close it didn't seem as terrifying.

That only made you feel more pity for it as other scientists entered the chamber, clad in protective suits, with electric prongs and needles.

Almost immediately the monster seemed aware of what they were going to do, its eye widening as it stood on both feet and cowered in the corner. It growled in warning, only for a scientist to jab its leg with a prong in response, eliciting a roar of pain.

You physically flinched, feeling bad for the creature. But you took notes on its response to electric shocks.

Subject recognized equipment immediately, perceiving them as danger. Responded painfully to electricity.

Soon after being tortured, the monster seemed dazed, allowing another scientist in a hazmat suit to approach it and stick a needle into its hip. The vial of blood collected turned out to be red, with a glowing green aura.

As you took more notes, you heard a small whimper and looked down, seeing that the monster wasn't putting up a fight.

Instead it was...crying?

Sure enough, tears leaked from its eye as more of its blood was drawn, being electrocuted as some sick form of "sedation". It was hard to tell whether the people inside felt any sort of sympathy, but they just took their leave without saying a word to each other. Only a mere nod.

You didn't want to be here any longer than you needed to, so you finished your report and began heading back to your office.

Though you noticed the monster looking up at you, and you couldn't help but frown and murmur a simple:

"I'm sorry."

.............

After your shift was over, normally you'd go home for the night.

But on the ride home...you kept thinking of TR-03 and couldn't shake the images and sounds of its pain.

The way it responded to just seeing the prongs, and the way it looked at you as though it was begging for help, seemed far too human for it to be just a mindless animal.

Of course, you never questioned the secrets this lab kept--not wanting to be fired. But they seemed to be hiding a lot of stuff about this specimen, never speaking about its origins or even what it was capable of.

You may have only seen it for the first time today, but you wanted to know more about it. And you had a feeling that you won't get the answers you wanted by asking around.

Oh no..you were going to free it in order to find out the truth.

Not just to satisfy your own curiosity, but also because...the way it was being treated was far too cruel. To the point where it was crying.

You couldn't stand for this unethical treatment any longer. You had to do something..and be smart about it lest you got killed or worse.

After making a quick stop at a store, you found a mask and changed your clothes, completely disguising yourself. Then you got back in your car and returned to the lab, parking it somewhere far away so that you can sneak inside.

Fortunately you had security access in case any of the specimen breached their chambers. Thanks to your hacking skills you were able to disable every security camera you could find, putting them all on timers so they'd turn on later in the morning. You didn't want to rouse any suspicion.

That was the easy part.

The most important and difficult task lied ahead.

...........

As soon as you entered the monster's chamber, it woke up and grumbled with annoyance. Clearly it didn't like its rest being disturbed.

Though upon seeing you and the mask you wore, it tilted its head. "Grrrah..?"

"Shhh, it's okay." You whispered, removing the mask so it could see your face. While you were awestruck to actually see it up close and personal, you knew you had to keep calm.

But that might've been a mistake as it seemed to recognize you--the one who was watching it earlier today. It immediately backed into a corner, terrified as its chest began heaving with anxiety.

You couldn't blame it for its reaction, though your gently put your hands up and hushed it. "Please don't panic. I'm not here to hurt you. I wanna get you out of here."

"Hrrgrah?"

"Mhm." Smiling, you just pretended you could understand it. "I don't like how they treat you here. They call you an animal but..I know you're more than that."

The monster calmed down a little, before glancing up to the opposite corner. He made a noise of confusion upon seeing that the security camera's annoying red light wasn't blinking.

"I shut that off so nobody can hear or see us."

"H...ack..?"

You blinked, surprised that it could speak some English, but the fact it wasn't cowering like before was a sign it was trusting you. "Yep, I hacked the whole security complex. Now's our chance to escape, but..ah shit."

Suddenly, it never occurred to you: your mission was focused on getting to the monster, but you never considered how you'll get out with the monster.

"Damn..I'm not sure how we'll sneak you out without...." However, you trailed off as you saw it changing into a smaller form.

But it wasn't just shrinking, it was actually turning partially human.

How curious, nobody told you about that. Maybe that was part of the redacted information.

The monster turned out to be a human male, who still retained his horns, tail, and dark scales and fur, which covered his body. His brown hair was messy and spiky, and interestingly enough he had two black eyes.

He didn't have any clothes, obviously, so you took off your coat and put it around him. "So you're human, huh?"

"Your stupid friends' experiments wouldn't let me turn back for a while..." He grumbled in a slight British accent. "You sure you're not gonna hurt me?"

Understandably he got defensive, knowing you were working for the people who tortured him. But you shook your head. "No, I won't. I'm quitting this shithole and I'll take you with me." You took his hand reassuringly, noting that it was still clawed.

He gave you the tiniest of smiles in return. "Heh, glad we're both in agreement."

Soon you both quickly made your escape, luckily not running into any trouble. Your car was still parked right where you left it, so you got in and drove off.

You definitely won't miss working for that lab.

The roads were mostly empty at this time of night, so you were able to breathe easy knowing nobody's gonna chase you. Now seemed to be the best time to talk with the monster.

"So uh..do you have a name?" You spoke up. "I know they call you TR-03 but it doesn't feel right to call you that anymore."

"Tom." He answered as he looked out the window. "My name's Tom Ridges."

'Huh, that explains his code name.'

"I'm [y/n]." After noticing a nearby plaza, you saw a clothing store and decided to make a quick stop there. Tom seemed to be confused, and a bit worried when you left him in the car all alone, though you reassured him you were just buying some clothes for him.

He waited, trying to keep himself out-of-view in case any strangers got too nosy. But before long you were back, opening the driver's side as you peered in and sighed with relief, seeing him halfway out of the chair.

"Jeez, you scared me..thought somebody got you." You sighed, shaking your head.

"S-Sorry, not trying to get any unwanted attention. It's the last thing I need.." He sat upright, though he was surprised when you handed him a bag. Inside was a blue hoodie, boxers, and gray sweatpants. "Oh, cool."

'That's all he has to say?' His reaction was a bit underwhelming. 'Then again..maybe he hasn't processed that he's never going back to that hell chamber yet.'

You just shut the door and waited for him to get dressed, and when he tapped on the window you got back into the car. He definitely looked more comfortable now.

After giving him a smile, you continued on your way home, feeling glad that you rescued him from that place. You had no idea if he had any place to go, granted you don't recall seeing any information on his address nor any relationships.

So he'll stay with you.

...........

"Luckily I got a spare room. Excuse the mess." You chuckled as you showed Tom the extra room in your house, turning on the light. "You can stay here for as long as you'd like."

He nodded as he looked around, before feeling his stomach grumble. In embarrassment he put a hand over it, glancing at you. "Sorry..the food they had was shitty, I'm sure you knew."

"Yeah...you want takeout?" You took out your phone. "I don't feel like cooking tonight so I was gonna order some anyway."

"Sounds good."

"Alrighty, I'll call in the order. We can go watch TV while we wait."

Once more Tom nodded, following you into the living room space where you both sat down on the sofa. He sighed and leaned back, turning on the TV while you ordered some Chinese food.

This situation felt so...comforting and familiar..

For a moment he gazed at you, seeing you look through the menu.

He knew he wasn't the only prisoner back in that lab. So he couldn't understand why you'd choose him, of everyone you could've helped, but...he considered himself lucky.

For once he felt like he could let his guard down a little.

Some time later the food arrived to your house, and you both ate it while watching various TV programs. You asked Tom a bit more about his home life, though he didn't have much to talk about.

Whether he didn't want to say anything or forgot it thanks to the experiments was a mystery, but you wouldn't pry. You'll get your answers sooner or later, though not tonight.

Tonight you both deserved a good rest.

Afterwards you headed off to your own room, letting him know that he can knock on your door if he ever needed anything.

You got into your pajamas and crawled into bed, yawning.

It had definitely been an eventful day. You were eager to sleep in, knowing that you won't ever go back to your boring (and unethical) job.

But just as you had turned off the lights and dozed off, you heard your door creak open. With a slightly annoyed sigh, you sat up and turned on the lamp beside you, before seeing it was Tom.

"Tom? Your room is..."

Though you fell silent when you heard him...whimper? His eyes were white, indicating he was in some kind of distress.

But he crawled onto your bed, practically situating himself in your arms while making sure he didn't jab you with his horns. You were perplexed by his actions, though you finally realized..

He was just scared.

You held him in your arms, rubbing his horns soothingly and petting his hair, murmuring promises that he was safe. In response he nuzzled up to you, tail wrapping around your body as you both laid down.

You only stopped for a moment as he started purring, which made you chuckle softly. "Purring, huh? That's new."

"Can you keep doing that?" He grumbled, closing his eyes. "It was nice till you stopped."

"O-Oh right, sorry." You continued the previous motions, deciding to hum a small song as well to help him sleep.

Eventually you stopped once he dozed off completely, and your cheeks felt warm upon seeing how adorable he looked. 'And to think I was afraid of this guy?' You mused, before turning off the lamp light.

Soon enough you fell asleep as well.

If this is how Tom expressed his thanks...you'll take it.

#clanask #anonymous #eddsworld x reader #ew tom x reader #monster tom x reader #scientist reader

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wickedpact · 3 years

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dear tumblr user crim wickedpact pls write the essay/dissertation about nicky being shakespeare's fair youth (if you have time, ofc!!)

Not To Imply Nicky Was Shakespeare’s Fair Youth But Ive Read The Fair Youth Sonnets & Nicky Was Definitely Shakespeare’s Fair Youth, an essay by me, tumblr user crim wickedpact

background knowledge: our man shakespeare wrote some 120 sonnets about a young man referred to as the Fair Youth during the mid 1590s; there has been some debate among shakespeare enthusiasts whether shakespeare’s interest in the Fair Youth was platonic or romantic (but like. they were definitely romantic). no one knows for sure who the Fair Youth was, but it was definitely nicky and my first and most important piece of evidence regarding this hypothesis is the ‘lmao babe do you remember that guy who had a crush on me?’/ ‘i try not to remember the guy who had a crush on you’ look joe and nicky exchange when Merrick brings up shakespeare during the movie. especially since gina confirmed in a tweet that joe and nicky canonly did know shakespeare

my second piece of evidence is that it just Works (except for a couple small facts like.. the Fair Youth was prolly closer to his 20s than his 30s. and the fact that shakespeare implies that the Fair Youth slept with his mistress at one point. but he doesnt know what hes talking about shhh we IGNORE)

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A. The Description Matches

when describing the Fair Youth (who I’ll call the FY from now on), shakespeare says he has a ‘gold complexion’ and ‘beautiful eyes’ and compares him to a ‘summer’s day’. He says the FY has “A woman’s gentle heart" and “An eye more bright than [women’s are], (...) Gilding the object whereupon [they] gazeth”

As much as shakespeare’s perceptions of sexuality and gender are very........ late 1500′s (whoo boy sonnet #20 is a wild ride) ...... the description does match, and also:

B. The Fair Youth Refused to Get Married

it’s never really said why one way or another (shakespeare assumes it’s because the FY is selfish) but the FY didn’t/wouldn’t take on a wife and have a kid, and this was something that was a real sticker for our man Willy S. because, as he says in his sonnets a million times: beauty doesn’t last forever, but having a child not only passes down the FY’s beauty, but also blesses the woman the FY would have a child with (im not saying shakespeare wanted to bear the FY’s children, but he definitely did)

Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest, Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother. For where is she so fair whose uneared womb Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?

(ie. If you don’t renew yourself/ have children, you deprive the world and deprive a woman from having your child, since what woman out there is so beautiful that she wouldn’t want to bear your child?)

Like.

1.) if nicky is the FY then so many of these poems center around the idea of nicky growing old sometime soon and that must have been pretty funny to Nicky and

2.) the fact that shakespeare would have been So Desperate for nicky to find a wife must have been the opposite of funny to joe. considering the ease of his and nicky’s relationship and the fact that being gay in late 1500s england was probably not a walk in the park, it is very likely shakespeare wouldn’t have known they were in a committed relationship-- or at least not known how close they actually were. Thus:

C. The Rival (aka. Joe)

shakespeare mentions having a poetic rival in regards to the FY in several sonnets. In sonnet #21 he talks about how he’s not like Those Other Writers who use grand metaphors to talk about their muses

So is it not with me as with that Muse, Stirred by a painted beauty to his verse, Who heaven itself for ornament doth use And every fair with his fair doth rehearse, Making a couplement of proud compare With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems, With April's first-born flowers, and all things rare,

(ie. I’m not like other poets who, when inspired by a ‘painted beauty’ use heaven and every other beautiful thing on the planet to make a grand comparison to their muse: he specifically lists the sun and moon as examples as well as other beautiful things)

He then goes on to say

And then believe me, my love is as fair As any mother's child, though not so bright As those gold candles fixed in heaven's air:

(ie. my love [the FY] is as beautiful as any other beautiful person, though I wouldn’t compare them to the stars/heavens (which is what he means by the 'gold candles’. those are stars.))

So shakespeare insults poets who compare their subjects to the sun, moon, and stars (amongst other things) and in the comics, Joe does literally exactly that

That man is the stars in my sky, and the sun that lights my days. That man is the moon when I'm lost in darkness, and warmth when I shiver in cold.

shakespeare also goes on to say in the same sonnet “Let them say more that like of hearsay well / I will not praise that purpose not to sell” which is to say ‘let people who like that kind of language use it, I wont because I don’t want anyone else to have the subject of my affections (the FY)’.

(which is a bit of a contradiction regarding his feelings abt the FY getting married, but these sonnets are full of contradictions. shakespeare was a confused dude; man spent the first 100 or so sonnets convinced the FY loved him back only for him to start wondering if the FY ever loved him near the end)

(not to mention Marriage For Love wasnt really.. much of a thing in Ye Olden Times but thats a different conversation. so shakespeare prolly didnt associate marriage with love/competition? anyways)

Shakesy-boo goes on to complain about this rival several times. In #79, he says

Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent He robs thee of, and pays it thee again. He lends thee virtue, and he stole that word From thy behaviour; beauty doth he give, And found it in thy cheek: he can afford No praise to thee, but what in thee doth live.

(ie. everything ‘your poet’ (as the FY apparently favored this unnamed rival) says about you, he takes it from you in the first place. he talks about your virtue, but learned the word from watching your behavior. he calls you beautiful but only discovered beauty by looking at your face. every compliment he gives you he took from you in the first place)

[and, as a smaller example, he also bemoans the fact that people want to paint the FY in #67, saying, “Why should false painting imitate his cheek, / And steal dead seeming of his living hue?”. and yknow. Joe’s an artist.]

And then another example in #86

Was it the proud full sail of [the rival’s] great verse, Bound for the prize of all too precious you, That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse, Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?

Was it his spirit, by spirits taught to write Above a mortal pitch, that struck me dead?

(ie. he’s talking about how he’s having difficulty writing abt the FY and is rhetorically asking if ‘the proud sail’ of the rival’s verses was the reason his ‘ripe thoughts’ were killed in their ‘womb’. He then asks (again rhetorically) if it was the rival’s ‘spirit’ (or creativity, maybe) ‘’’‘by spirits taught to write’’’’ that killed his own drive to write. none of the analyses I’ve read really explain what shakespeare means by ‘spirits taught to write’, other than maybe being a joke or reference to something we dont know, but... ‘taught by dead people to write in a way mortal people can’t’ very much sounds like a description of an immortal poet, eh?)

Which brings me to,

D. Willy Boy Thinks There Are 500 Year Old Writings About the Fair Youth

shakespeare talks about people having written about the FY ‘500 years ago’ from the late 1500s in #59 which......................... would have been around 1100 AD. :thinking face:

Oh that record could with a backward look, Even of five hundred courses of the sun, Show me your image in some antique book, Since mind at first in character was done, That I might see what the old world could say To this composed wonder of your frame;

(ie. Oh if I could look back 500 years and see how you were described in some old books so I could see/reference what people used to write about you)

Which again brings me to,

E. I’m Not Saying shakespeare Stole From Joe, But:

1.) In #22, shakespeare says this,

For all that beauty that doth cover thee, Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me:

(ie, your beauty is due to the ‘clothes’ my heart gives you-- probably means something like ‘you’re beautiful because i love you’. goes on to say his heart lives in the FY’s chest, and the FY’s heart lives in shakespeare’s chest)

so: shakespeare tells the FY he has shakespeare’s heart. in comparison, Joe calls nicky ‘my heart’ in the comics...... :thinking face x2:

2.) In #109, shakespeare tells the FY ‘thou art my all’,

For nothing this wide universe I call, Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.

which rings similar to Joe’s ‘he’s all and he’s more’ as well as (from the comics) ‘he is my everything’

and just saying. joe looks pretty #done the mention of shakespeare.

F. The last One

Despite shakespeare writing 30+ poems about the FY eventually growing old, the very last poem he writes about/for the FY says,

O thou, my lovely boy, who in thy power Dost hold Time's fickle glass, his sickle hour; Who hast by waning grown, and therein showest Thy lovers withering, as thy sweet self growest.

(ie. you [the FY] have power over the ‘mirror’ (fickle glass) of time as well as time’s ‘harvesting’ ability (sickle hour) and as you grow older, you remain beautiful while your lovers [shakespeare] wither and grow old)

The transition from ‘get married and have a baby before you get old!!!!’ in #1-20 to talking about the FY’s presence in 500 y/o books in #59 to admitting the FY isn’t growing old in #126 kinda seems to imply shakespeare learning of/about nicky’s immortality at some point, and this last poem is him accepting it.

TLDR: not only does it make perfect sense if nicky was the Fair Youth from the FY sonnets, but it also makes perfect sense if joe was the Rival from the FY sonnets. its canon nothing will convince me otherwise

#IS THIS GETTING TAGGED? YES #nicolo di genova #joe x nicky #my_essays #the fair youth saga

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As It Should Be | Chapter 2: All Hell Breaks Loose

Summary: Alright y’all the smut is here. After making your escape from the gala, you, Whiskey and Frankie are left with a new dilemma: you’ve all been exposed to whatever amorous agent was released at the gala, and Frankie’s ability to focus on flying is running thin. Fantasies are fulfilled, but new concerns arise.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Sex Pollen, dub con (a given with sex pollen but it’s all good), bondage, MMF, P in V, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), oral (M & F receiving), mild injury due to improper usage of a lasso, mentions of prior drug use, a smattering of spanking (I think a grand total of 2). If I’m missing anything, let me know.

A/N: Here we are at some smut, courtesy of a sex pollen-esque device. I HC that Frankie is a total switch in this verse. There’s a touch of angst towards the end. Also, it’s worth noting that in this verse, while Frankie was engaged, he does not have a kid. Special shout out and thanks to my friend E, now going by Agent Capri Sun and my amazing esposa, @danniburgh for the beta and encouragement! ~5.9k WC

Chapter 1: Reunions & Things Past [AO3]

Whiskey is beyond impressed with Frankie and the fact that they’re still in the air. His gaze flickered down to Frankie’s lap where Whiskey could clearly see his cock straining against the slacks he wore. Your moan pulls Whiskey’s attention away from Frankie. Looking over, he sees you trying to paw your dress off. Hanging his head for a moment, Frankie opens his eyes and exhales.

“Get her off the headset, I can’t-- fuck!”

You moan again and Frankie’s hips buck involuntarily.

“¡Mierda! Get her off the fucking headset. C-can’t concentrate, just wanna…”

He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the thought of sinking into you. This prompted Whiskey to move quickly, needing to get you out of Frankie’s ears if they wanted to land safely. You felt Jack’s large, warm hands grip your arms, and you whimpered at the way they seemed to burn through you. He gently pulled the headset from your head and set it down to the side.

“Jack… Please, it’s so hot. Need you to-“

Whiskey shudders at your words and the feel of your skin under his touch.

“No sweetheart, we gotta wait. Hang in there, darlin’.”

By the time they finally touch down, Frankie’s breath is beyond ragged, he looks over his shoulder at you grinding into your hand and playing with your tits, a low growl bubbling up from his chest.

“Go! Take her inside. I gotta cover up the helo!”

Whiskey nodded, picking you up and carrying you into the safehouse while you clutched at him, kissing and nibbling at his neck. You whimper when he turns to leave. Your body is on fire, the overwhelming desire --no, overwhelming need-- to have Jack everywhere, most importantly, inside you, is raging and wreaking havoc.

“Shhh, sweetheart, I know it hurts. I’ll be right back. Gotta go check on your pilot first, baby.”

Images of both Frankie and Jack come to mind. Feeling their mouths hot yet soothing on your skin, sliding through your folds, and their cocks driving inside of you, pushing you to new heights of pleasure. You moaned out Frankie’s name and Jack chuckled. He had an inkling as to what came to your mind, having coaxed you into spilling your fantasies while he was buried deep inside of you.

Outside, Frankie was stumbling, trying to get a camouflaged tarp over the helicopter to hopefully prevent any drones from noticing the aircraft. Whiskey hurried over to Frankie, taking one side of the tarp and running it to the front, cinching it down near the nose of the helicopter. He heard Frankie let out a loud groan, watching as the man sank to his knees, the final remnants of his resolve crumbling at Whiskey’s feet. The Statesmen agent was once again reminded just how tightly Frankie had been clinging to his sanity, pushing his pain and bodily needs aside until his job was done. Whiskey’s own thoughts were pushed aside, however, when Frankie started to frantically paw at his belt and slacks. He whined while he palmed himself, completely uncaring, on his knees, outside, seeking some sort of relief, only a few feet away from Whiskey.

“Hey, Flyboy!”

Jack shouted, trying to break Frankie’s concentration for a moment, only to be met with dark, hazy, lust-blown eyes and another whine.

“Well shit, if that ain’t one of the hottest things I ever did--“

Whiskey cut himself off, grunting as he readjusted himself and hauled Frankie up by one arm.

“C’mon, gotta get you inside, Flyboy.”

“Y’gotta tie -mmmmfuck- me up… Don-don’t wanna ta-take ad-whine- advan--“

Whiskey swore. Frankie’s small whimpers were making him want to shove the pilot to the ground and take him right there. His hold on Frankie’s arm tightened to a bruising grip, and he nodded in agreement. Despite the fact that you had voiced your fantasies, Jack didn’t want you to do anything that you hadn’t explicitly stated you wanted.

The sight that greeted them stopped them cold. Your dress had been tossed to the floor, and your fingers were plunging inside your cunt, desperately seeking your release. Frankie’s body stiffened, standing up straight. He took a step towards you before Whiskey tugged him back, putting him in an open chair. Very aware of the more than dull ache of his erection and your delicious moans, Jack worked quickly, hastily tying Frankie’s wrists to the legs of the chair with his lasso before turning back to you. The hungry look in his eyes prompted you to moan for Whiskey, a predatory smile split his face and Frankie whimpered in response to your moan.

“Lo siento, hermosa. El te va ayudar.” [I’m sorry, beautiful. He’s going to help you.]

Frankie’s words came out strangled, hips bucking and hands struggling at Whiskey’s lasso keeping him bound.

“I’m here, baby, Jack’s here, shhhh.”

A cry leaves your lips when you finally feel Jack’s mouth latch onto one of your nipples, his moustache tickling the turgid skin damp from his tongue, and rough, calloused fingers tweaked your other nipple. Teeth grazed your clavicle, breasts, tummy, hips and thighs, each nip soothed by his sinful tongue.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby girl. You want my tongue in that sweet cunt?”

Frankie’s cry of frustration eclipses your own cry of pleasure. Whiskey’s tongue finally delves between your folds, lapping at your slick. Tied down to the chair, Frankie can do little more than buck helplessly and watch as you tug Whiskey’s hair, your nonsensical pleading only increasing, breaking into keening moans when his thick fingers finally dip inside your soaked cunt. Whiskey’s moans echo your own, loving the small pin pricks of pain as you tugged his hair, egging him on and begging for more.

Your sharp gasp cuts through the wet noises Whiskey encourages from you as teeth graze your clit. Crying out for him, your fingers twist and grip him tighter, holding him to you, his fingers pumping in and out in a way that has your chest heaving, desperate for air. Your voice catches in your throat when he curls his fingers inside of you, his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves. You swear for a moment you’re blinded when you finally reach the high your body had been aching for since escaping the gala. Jack’s fingers and tongue are the only things keeping you grounded to this plane, gently stroking you through the pleasure cascading through your body, his tongue greedy for your taste. Your orgasm is searing in its intensity, yet for a brief glorious moment, there is relief from the burning stoked deep inside of you by the amorous agent.

Jack’s hum of approval sends a shudder up your spine. You whimper when he slides two fingers back inside, a smirk playing at his lips after he savors your taste. Standing, he gathers more of your cum on his fingers and steps over to Frankie. Frankie’s mouth opens without question, a pained moan sounding around Whiskey’s fingers, tongue twisting and sucking fervently. Curiously, Whiskey pushes his fingers further into Frankie’s mouth, breath catching when the pilot’s eyes roll back a little. Another low moan rumbles from Whiskey’s chest in response.

“Well, shit, Flyboy.”

Frankie looks exquisitely debauched, belt hanging undone, slacks unbuttoned and askew giving you a view of his straining boxer briefs stained darker by a growing wet patch. The way his arms were tied behind his back pulled his shirt tight across his broad chest, exposing a bit of his stomach and a sparse trail of hair that dipped below the waistband of his underwear. His jaw worked greedily around Jack’s fingers. Yes, he looked exquisitely debauched. You could feel the burning need start to build again at the sight. While yes, you had certainly fantasized being with both Jack and Frankie, you also wanted to see them enjoy each other. Breaking from your fantasies, you slide off of the bed and move over to Whiskey. A smirk teases at your lips while you snake your arms around his waist, undoing his slacks and shoving them and his boxers down. Frankie groaned again, watching intently as you stroked Whiskey’s hard, thick length, a hunger in both yours and Frankie’s eyes at the sight of it. Jack pulled his fingers from Frankie’s mouth, smirking at the whine left behind in their wake, then turned his attention to you and your ministrations.

“Remember what we talked about the other night, Jack?” You purred.

A low, hearty chuckle erupted from him. He nodded permission but gripped your wrist and nuzzled your shoulder before you could move.

“I’m gonna fuck your tight little cunt while you do though, Sugar.”

A shudder ran down your spine at his low, gravelly voice. You moaned at the thought before nodding and turning to Frankie, his chest heaving as he watched the two of you.

“Can I have you, Frankie?”

“Fuuuck me, yes hermosa [beautiful], por favor.”

Frankie’s hips sought your touch, your fingers burning him as they connected with his skin. You tugged on his slacks and boxer briefs. Without needing to be asked, Frankie planted his feet to give himself the leverage to lift his hips and provide just enough room for you to drag his bottoms down to his ankles. He hastily kicked them and his shoes off.

Frankie moaned. His cock finally sprung free, the dull thud of it smacking against his belly making you lick your lips. He’d always been modest, usually not one to rise to the dick measuring contests Benny and Pope would instigate, but you’d known there was something more than just his charm that made the ladies at the base giggle about him, and boy, was there. His thick cock twitched and leaked under your gaze.

“Wow, Frankie…”

Frankie’s gaze was dark and needy. He would have preened more at your words had he not been so desperate to feel you. A sharp slap to your rear pulled you from your ogling. With a yelp, you turn to Whiskey, wondering why he could be jealous all of a sudden, only to find glowing mischief and lust in his dark eyes.

“Well, don’t keep the poor man waiting, sweetheart. Have some mercy and show him how good your pretty little mouth feels.”

You push back into Whiskey’s hips, grinding into him as you bend over, bracing yourself on Frankie’s thighs, moaning when he lets out a sob of relief as the heat of your mouth envelops the head of his cock.

“Ohhhh shit, shit, Halcón-“

Frankie keens your callsign, drawn out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Looking up as you bob up and down, you can see him straining against Jack’s lasso, his upper body bending forward as much as he can, desperate to touch you, to be closer to you. You run a hand over his bare thigh, marveling at the way the muscles tremble beneath your touch while your tongue swirls around him. Another sharp slap on your ass makes you pause and look over your shoulder.

“Christ, Sugar, I said have some mercy on him, not tease him to death.”

Whiskey’s hands were at your hips, kneading gently as you took more of Frankie in your mouth, establishing a rhythm that had him bucking up into you. Jack took the opportunity to push into you, thick cock splitting you open and pushing you forward, making Frankie’s cock inch deeper down your throat.

“Damn, baby girl, look at you taking us so well. Does he feel as good down your throat as you thought he would?”

“Fuck!”

Frankie cries out when you moan around him, watching wild-eyed as Whiskey leans forward, pinning you down on Frankie’s cock. Whiskey cups your throat, squeezing slightly to feel the bound and desperate man’s cock moving in and out.

“Oh, fu- I’m- ¡mierda! Baby, I’m gonna-“

Frankie’s body tenses, muscles coiling in anticipation, his arms and wrists tugging, thrashing at his restraints. His hips giving one final thrust as he pitches forward. Whiskey moans, feeling Frankie pulsing down your throat, waiting until you’ve swallowed everything Frankie has to offer before he pulls back to let you gasp for air.

“Fuck, hermosa, that was… amazing.”

Frankie wanted so badly to touch you, the thick emotion in his voice vibrating throughout your body. Not able to restrain himself any longer, Whiskey adjusts his grip on your hips and begins thrusting into you in earnest.

“We ain’t done yet, Sugar.”

Each word is punctuated by a thrust as Jack builds a steady but brutal pace. Your arms were tired from bracing yourself, but Whiskey seemed to understand and held you to him with an arm around your waist. His other hand, however, buried itself in your hair and tugged sharply, forcing your gaze to meet Frankie’s. You clench at the sight, his normally soft brown eyes glittered just as darkly as Jack’s. Frankie ducked his head to kiss you, moaning into your mouth while he claimed you with a hunger born of years of wanting to feel your lips against his.

“You want your pilot in your cunt next, baby girl? Gonna cum in you, sweetheart, then you can ride him. Let him feel how wet and tight this gorgeous goddamn cunt is.”

Frankie let out a low grunt, as if the air had been punched from his chest. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d actually be able to feel you around him. The pained grunt from Frankie and the feeling of your tight walls fluttering around him were all it took to send Whiskey over the edge. Whiskey gritted his teeth as you clenched around him, cumming hard around his cock.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it!“

His hand disentangled from your hair to find purchase on your shoulder, giving him the leverage he craved while he fucked you through his orgasm.

You would have collapsed onto Frankie if it weren’t for Whiskey’s arm keeping you upright. His deep, hard thrusts gave way to shallow, gentle ones as he came down from his high. Gently, Whiskey rubbed your hip with his thumb then pulled you against his chest, nuzzling and kissing your shoulder.

“You ok, Sugar? Hmmm? You got more in you?”

You hum and nod, steadying yourself against Jack. He slipped out of you with a groan, hands still at your waist. Having not been as exposed as you or Frankie, the unbearable fire from the amorous agent had died down and Whiskey’s head was much clearer. The same could not be said, however, for Frankie, his lust-hazed gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

Stepping forward from Whiskey, you straddled Frankie’s thighs, fingers quickly working to undo the rest of the buttons on his shirt, giving you access to his toned, golden chest. The muscles in his stomach trembled under your inquisitive fingers as you pushed the fabric away from him until it hung, bunched up at his biceps. Drawing your bottom lip between your teeth, you look up at him and adjust so you can slide down his girthy length. Nothing could have prepared him for the sheer ecstasy he felt as you took him in.

“Mierda, amo- fuck you’re so- mmmm, so wet, feel so good, baby.”

Whiskey walked around behind Frankie while you began to bounce up and down on his cock. The pilot was straining against the lasso in earnest, now that he was finally inside you, he had to touch you. He moaned in surprise, feeling the tension of his restraints disappear as Whiskey released him. A wave of guilt crested over Whiskey when he saw how raw Frankie’s wrists were. The pilot seemed not to notice, though, as he quickly tore his shirt the rest of the way off. Whiskey’s attention was brought from his wrists back to you by the feral growl Frankie let out at finally being able to grip your hips and truly leverage his thrusts into you.

“Frankie!”

His name rips the breath from your lungs and you see stars with each Earth-shattering thrust, clinging to him while he fucks you like his life depends on it.

“Yeah? Estoy- Mmm, I’m right here. ¿Que quieres? Dime.” [What do you want? Tell me.]

You wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, breath hitching and cunt clenching at his rough cadence. You had never heard his voice or seen him like this before, uninhibited and wholly surrendered to the give and take of pleasure. A gasp fell from your lips when Frankie’s mouth latched onto one of your breasts.

“Our girl’s wanted this, to have the both of us, for a long time, Frankie.”

Frankie moaned, then shuddered at the way Whiskey’s mustache ticked the sensitive skin underneath his ear. His words ‘our girl’ echoing in his mind.

“Tell me how good our girl feels, Flyboy.”

Whiskey smirked as Frankie moaned, teeth grazing the pilot’s neck while you watched and clung to Frankie’s shoulders, arousal pooling at how responsive he was to Jack’s teasing.

“S-so fuck- so good, Whiskey. A goddamn dream, always wanted to- always wanted to do this.”

Frankie brought a hand from your hip to the juncture between you two, his thick, calloused thumb finding your nearly oversensitive clit and rubbing quick circles in time with his thrusts. An almost overwhelming wave of pleasure starts to build even higher in your abdomen. You were lost to the pleasure surrounding and filling you, lost to the feeling of Frankie’s thick cock thrusting into you, his fingers working in time with his pace and Jack’s husky encouragement in Frankie’s ear.

He’s so close, and knows you are too from your gasp as he holds you down and grinds into you roughly. Then, all at once, your second orgasm bubbles over and crashes down on you with a cry and Frankie’s name on your lips. He does his best to work you through it, but he can barely hold on with the way your walls are fluttering around him, squeezing and coaxing him higher and higher.

“Mmmmm- Así mero, amor [that’s it, love]. Fuck you feel- you feel so good. Mierda, ¿donde? [Shit, where?] Where can I?”

“Inside Frankie, cum inside me, please!”

A growl erupted from Frankie, his large hands holding your hips in a bruising grip and his head thrown back in pleasure. He was the vision of oncoming ecstasy.

“C’mon, fill her up, Flyboy.”

Before Frankie could retort, he felt the other man’s teeth sink into the crook of his neck. A coarse grunt of pain and pleasure rumbled deep within Frankie’s chest, jaw open yet tense as he pumped rope after rope of his cum deep inside you. A small whimper broke Frankie’s silence as Whiskey’s tongue soothed the angry bite mark on his skin. While he enjoyed Jack’s soothing ministrations, Frankie lavished his attention on you.

“You were so good, cariño.”

His lips ghosted over your breasts.

“Que linda.”

A kiss on your clavicle.

“Hermosa.”

His strong hands traveled up your spine and Whiskey watched, entranced by the reverence of Frankie’s actions.

“Querida.”

His hot tongue left a languid, rapidly-cooling trail from your sternum to the base of your throat. Your soft moan filled the air between you and Frankie, gentle fingers intertwining in his hair and tugging. A smirk plays across your lips at his moan. Frankie pauses, regarding you for a moment with a raised eyebrow and smirk of his own.

“¿Quieres más amor? Hmm, ¿estás segura? Whiskey?”

Frankie turns to face Jack, wanting reassurance that this was still ok. Smiling, Whiskey pulls Frankie in for a kiss, one of his hands gripping Frankie’s soft curls while you brace yourself against Frankie’s chest and roll your hips gently. Your and Whiskey’s eyes meet, and you nod, smiling.

“Now, how could we say no to that, Flyboy?”

Yours and Frankie’s moans echoed together, and Frankie began to grind into you again. A dull ache emanates from your thighs. You’re not sure if Frankie sensed it or if you had let out a whimper, but you feel one of Frankie’s hands press in between your shoulder blades, pulling your body into him to relieve some of the pressure. He adjusted the hand on your back slightly to curl over your shoulder for leverage and began thrusting into you with a new intensity and ferocity. You squeak in surprise and bury your face in the crook of his neck, opposite of where Jack had left his mark, each thrust pushing a soft cry from your lips. Whiskey held Frankie’s hair firmly in his grasp, tugging and eliciting gorgeous little moans of pleasure and pain from his mouth.

You were beyond oversensitive, each thrust grinding your clit against Frankie’s coarse curls, leaving you shuddering and so very close. Whiskey could tell both of you were almost there, needing just an extra nudge and knowing just what you needed to get there. You weren’t even aware of Jack moving, all that existed in the world to you was the sweet drag of Frankie’s cock inside you, his strong grip, the rough catch of his beard against your cheek, and the way your breath tickled the nape of his neck. Both of your slick bodies tensed, breath quickening. Whiskey’s hand on your shoulder brought your attention to him.

“Look at you, so damn gorgeous. You wanna cum, don’t you baby?”

His hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing gently.

“Don’t you?”

Whiskey hummed, watching intently as your eyes fluttered close, and you gave a desperate little nod.

“That’s it, be our good girl and soak his cock one more time.”

His sinful voice carried those words straight to your core, and you clenched down on Frankie, the coil inside you snapping as you gushed all over Frankie’s cock with a muffled cry.

“F-fuck y-yeah, baby, such a good girl. You feel so good, so tight. Look at you, fucking soaking me.”

A few more thrusts and Frankie follows you, pumping another load inside you with a grunt and broken off curse. Whiskey removes his hand from your throat and gently strokes your hair, while Frankie alternates between planting soft kisses on your shoulder and nuzzling your neck. Both murmur praises in your ear. Once his breath evens out, Frankie nuzzles you again. The fire that had held both you and Frankie captive had finally died down leaving exhaustion in its wake.

“Halcón, put your arms around me.”

You’re just on the cusp of consciousness, your body well worn out from the day’s activities, but you manage to follow instructions and cling to Frankie as he stands up, strong arms holding you to him. He smiles down at you, kissing your forehead as he places you down in the middle of the bed. Whiskey appears silently with a warm washcloth, gently wiping your tender folds clean despite your soft, protesting moans.

“Shhhh, we’ve got you, amor. We’re going to take care of you.” Frankie murmurs.

You’re asleep almost as soon as Whiskey is done, Frankie taking your soft snores as his cue to get dressed again. He slid his boxer briefs and slacks on, hissing slightly as the fabric brushed against his wrists.

“Hey Flyboy, now, don’t think I forgot about you. C’mere.”

A similarly half-clothed Whiskey patted the spot on the bed next to him, a med kit in his other hand.

“What do you mean?”

“Come here and let me see your wrists, Flyboy.”

Frankie glanced down at his wrists and tucked them behind him. He suddenly felt a warmth threatening his cheeks at what Whiskey was offering: an entirely different kind of intimacy that he hadn’t been anticipating.

“Oh, y-you don’t need to, Whiskey, I-I’ve had worse, much worse. I mean I was in Delta Force, I got shot, y’know.”

Whiskey’s gaze burned into Frankie and raised an eyebrow at him.

“It wasn’t a question, Catfish. This wasn’t war, and I know better than to not dress a rope properly to keep from shredding your wrists. Besides, what kind of gentleman would I be to not offer any sort of aftercare?”

There was an edge to Whiskey’s voice that left no room for argument, and Frankie relented despite the latter half of the statement sending a blush to his cheeks. He gingerly took a seat next to him and offered his left hand to Whiskey, who took it in his own, gently applying ointment to the pinched and raw skin. Frankie winced, then shuddered, unable to hide the hitch in his breath. Whiskey smirked.

“Yeah? I thought so, Flyboy.”

Frankie bit his lip and ducked his head, as if he and Whiskey hadn’t just shared you, as if not long ago he hadn’t fallen to his knees in front of the other man, so overwhelmed with the need to relieve himself he had whined while palming his cock. He cleared his throat, fidgeting, then started to get up to grab his phone that lay discarded on the floor.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

Whiskey’s hand was lightning fast, catching Frankie’s arm and keeping him from going any farther.

“We’re not done yet. Give me your other hand, Catfish.”

Frankie let out a sigh, reluctantly sitting back down and offering his right hand. The Statesmen agent sucked in a sharp breath. Frankie’s right wrist was considerably worse. A pang of guilt speared Whiskey in his gut.

“I’m gonna have to clean this out and bandage it up.”

Frankie nodded, a tense groan that tapered into a whine forcing its way from his mouth as Whiskey flushed the torn skin.

“Easy, Catfish, I thought you said you’ve had worse?”

Whiskey chuckled lightly, and Frankie just grunted a response while his wrist was wrapped. Once he was done, Frankie smiled and ducked his head, his left hand going to the back of his neck in a self-reassuring gesture. When his eyes were drawn to Frankie’s shoulders, he saw his bite mark remained, and Whiskey fought the primal urge to mark him again.

“Thank you… I-I need to check in with Pope. Let him know we’re good.”

He snatched his phone up from the ground, sighing and rocking back on his heels. He had several missed texts.

Pope: Gas?

Pope: Avoided and clear

Pope: Status report?

Pope: Fish?

Frankie: Took the helo. Safe now with Halcón & co.

Pope: Jesus Cat, took you long enough.

Frankie: Got hit by the gas...all clear now. I’ll call tomorrow.

Pope: Copy

Frankie shoved his phone back in his pocket and let out a sigh. Noticing Whiskey’s yawn, he gestured for him to lay down.

“I told Pope I’d call him tomorrow. I’ll take first watch, you get some sleep. I’ll wake you up in 6 hours.”

“Hey now, just hold on a minute--“

“Don’t worry about it, Whiskey, I’ve got too much adrenaline going through me still.”

Whiskey frowned then nodded, turning off the lights and crawling into bed next to you. It wasn’t long before Frankie could hear even breathing and soft snores from both you and Jack. He let out a long sigh, scrubbing his face with his left hand.

Some fucking day it had been.

The moonlight greeted him as he stared out the window. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought he’d run into you at the gala... or at all, really. It had been four years since he had last seen you, and he had been an absolute mess. Not that anyone would have expected Tom’s funeral to be a joyous affair, but he had just been getting off of (and beginning another) bender. He could barely find it in him to not be absolutely high out of his mind as they lowered Tom’s casket into the ground. He had provided cover fire for Tom back in Colombia and fired into the crowd of villagers too. It could have just as easily been him finding a permanent resting place six feet under.

As you took in his appearance after the funeral, the tears in your eyes speared him to his core. Your sad, knowing smile had shattered him when you squeezed his arm and said goodbye. It was worse than getting home from Colombia to find his fiancée gone. Worse than finding Tom dead and bleeding on the rocks in the Andes.

Some insane part of him almost told you how he felt about you when you were in town for the funeral. He thanked whatever shred of common sense he had that he didn’t tell you. He was an addict, and you were a year into your new job. You didn’t need, didn’t deserve to even have him consider putting you through his shit.

A lot had changed since then, namely, he’d gotten clean and had his pilot’s license reinstated. He hated flying tourists. It bored the hell out of him, but with his record, most people weren’t willing to give him a second look. At least picking up jobs for Pope gave him a taste of the real flying that he missed. Frankie let out another sigh, then swore. He had only taken the one day off, and who knew when he’d actually be able to go home after this fiasco. There was definitely more going on than anyone had anticipated. Groaning, he pulled out his personal phone to text his boss.

Frankie: Hey Kevin, I need a few more days. I ended up coming down with something.

He let out an exhale as he pressed send. It wasn’t too far from the truth, at least. To his surprise, his phone buzzed barely a moment later.

Kevin: Are you fucking serious Morales? First you barely give notice and now the night before you’re calling out?

Frankie: I know, I’m sorry I just want to make sure I’m not contagious.

Kevin: This is your last shot Morales, you piss hot or if I can’t find someone to cover for you then you’re done.

Frankie hung his head, pinching the bridge of his nose before he responded.

Frankie: Copy

He looked over at where you were on the bed, just barely making out the outline of you cuddled up against Whiskey in the moonlight. A pang of regret tore through him. He should have gotten his shit together sooner. At least you seemed happy now. He knew that what had happened tonight was a one-time thing, at most, your fantasy fulfilled. A fantasy of his had very much been fulfilled as well. Closing his eyes, he could still taste you, feel the ghost of your touch, and hear the echo of the sounds you had made. Groaning, Frankie checked his watch. Another four hours to go. Four hours for him to torture himself with what-ifs and what could have been, four hours of thinking about the way his chest tightened every time you breathed his name.

Fuck.

Jack woke with a start, a foreign hand on his shoulder. His hand automatically reached for and whipped out the revolver under his pillow. The muzzle connected with soft flesh, and the other person grunted in surprise.

“Whoa, tranquilo [calm/easy]… It’s me, Frankie.”

Jack let out a breath and sat up, lowering his gun and rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Apologies, Flyboy.”

Frankie grunted again and yawned.

“ ‘S 04:00, she’s been through the ringer… Didn’t want t’wake her up.”

Whiskey nodded and looked Frankie over in the early morning light, noting how exhaustion slurred his words. He looked like shit. Standing, Whiskey tugged on his white undershirt from the night before.

“I jus’ need…”

Frankie flopped down in the spot Whiskey had been occupying seconds earlier.

“Cinco…horas…”

The man was asleep practically the second his head hit the pillow, maybe even before. Whiskey smiled at the way Frankie instinctively wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. Whiskey carded his fingers through his hair then moved to the window, dialing Ginger as he went.

“Whiskey?! Are you and Bourbon… ok? We lost track of you both, but we determined an amorous agent was used at the gala. Has it worn off?”

“Yeah, Flyboy got us out and he took first watch afterwards… Anyways, we’re at a Statesmen safehouse. Bourbon is still sleeping. We got here by helicopter, can you clear us to land at the New York office later today?”

There was a pause and Jack could hear Ginger typing.

“Wait, who’s ‘Flyboy’?”

Whiskey glanced over at the bed, not wanting to disturb you or Frankie.

“Frankie Morales. He was part of the private security detail at the gala last night. He served with Bourbon and is a pilot, probably the most self-disciplined pilot I’ve seen, that’s for damn sure. Somehow he flew us out of there after a canister landed at his feet.”

Ginger blinked in surprise. Preliminary intel from the gala had shown attendees and the rest of the private security detail completely incapacitated in a matter of minutes.

“Their unit was no joke, Whiskey, but it’s amazing he flew and landed in the state he was in. What does he know about Statesmen, given that you’re holed up in one of our safehouses?”

Whiskey let out a sigh. He had wondered as well, thinking back to how Frankie had asked them for coordinates to their safehouse.

“I don’t know, I don’t think he knew before the gala. He definitely didn’t buy Bourbon’s cover that she was my executive assistant. I reckon it’s like you said, their unit was no joke. He’s smart and he knows Bourbon. Frankie’s on the up and up though, Ginger.”

Ginger let out a reluctant sigh, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment before she continued.

“Ok, you should talk to him about it before you come back, but we trust your judgement, Whiskey. I’d rather have been able to put you all under medical observation after what you went through, but all I can say is you three need rest, and a lot of it.”

“Don’t I know it, Ginger. Flyboy had a canister go off just about on top of him, and Bourbon wasn’t far from him. I lucked out and didn’t get it that bad. He said he only needed five hours, but the poor boy could barely stand when he woke me up this morning.”

“I’ll let Champ know you’ll debrief this afternoon.”

“14:00 should be fine. Could you also get a hold of Santiago, callsign “Pope”? He’s another friend of Bourbon and Flyboy, co-owns the private security company that was attached to the gala last night. He should be there for the debrief.”

“Consider it done, Whiskey.”

“Thanks, Ginger.”

He ended the call, turning and taking a moment to watch you and Frankie. It was obvious there were feelings between you two, and he wondered why you had never acted on them. You certainly hadn’t been shy with him once you both finally decided to jump headfirst into a relationship together. The times that you had mentioned Frankie, Jack noticed your eyes had been tinged with sadness. Whatever it was, they would get to the bottom of it together. While this was far from how they had discussed reaching out to Frankie, it had happened, and he could only hope that morning wouldn’t be too awkward or snuff things out before they had a chance to get started.

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agustdakasuga · 4 years

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A Place Called Home | Chapter 1

Genre: Hybrid!AU, Poly!AU?, Soulmate AU, romance, fluff, humour

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: vet!reader, Arcticfox!Seokjin, Panther!Yoongi, Goldenretriever!Hoseok, Wolf!Namjoon, Calicocat!Jimin, Tiger!Taehyung, Rabbit!Jungkook

Summary: Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

Before heading home for the day, you were making rounds around the wards when you saw the emergency team rushing to wheel in a gurney. As they passed you, your eyes glanced over and immediately, you knew what you had to do.

‘Come home. - Yoongs’

‘You know I can’t come home right now! I am about to see an injured lion who needs me. I’ll be home at the same time tonight. - (y/n)’

‘But I need you more. - Yoongs’

‘I’ll see you tonight, Yoongi. - (y/n)’

You chuckled as you locked your phone and placed it into your pocket, heading back to the office. Your hybrid wasn’t someone who expressed himself a lot but you two have grown comfortable enough that he could openly show how clingy he was. If it wasn’t obvious, he hates your job.

“Doc, room 3.” The nurse said and you nodded, sanitising your hands at the door before entering. On the bed, there was a lion laying down. He was breathing hard but other than that, he made no movement whatsoever.

“Hello, I’m Dr (y/l/n). I’ll be taking care of you.” With gloved hands, you gently stroked the space between his ears.

“The owner?” You looked up at the trembling girl. She nodded.

“So what happened here?”

“He was outside playing with my other hybrid. All of a sudden, I was called in and he was on the ground. He has trouble breathing, no energy and vomited thrice. Please, help him. I don’t know what’s wrong.” She buried her face in her hands as she sobbed. You noticed that the lion’s breathing has been getting more laboured.

“Nurse, we’ll have to intubate.” You instructed and the nurse nodded, rushing to the medical cart.

“Please move her outside.” You gestured to the lady who was starting to get hysterical. Immediately, you intubated the lion despite his soft whimpers and growls of discomfort. Once the tube was in, the nurse turned the oxygen on.

“Any idea?” The nurse asked.

“Well... The symptoms sound like a tick bite. Their animal side reacts faster to a tick bite compared to their human side.” You said.

“Start searching for a tick or tick crater.” You told her and she nodded, wearing gloves to begin searching.

“Doc, could this be it?” She called for you. Walking over, you saw a small red spot and hole at the back of the lion’s left ear.

“It is a tick crater. I’ll search to see if the tick is still there but I’m worried that the bite is on his head. That could explain the fast effects of the venom. Get me the tick anti venom, 1 bag of feline blood and get me a standby atropine.” The nurse left quickly to get you what you needed. On your own, you searched the lion’s body but couldn’t find the tick that bit him anywhere.

“Start an IV line for the blood.” You told her and injected the units of anti venom into the hybrid’s arm.

“Tick bites usually cause tense muscles but from what I can see... that hasn’t started yet. Just keep the atropine in case he shows signs of strong muscle contraction.” You scribbled on the chart.

“Doctor! What’s wrong with him?” His owner rushed to you the moment you came out with the nurse.

“It’s a tick bite. I have given him the anti venom and a blood transfusion to try and get the tick venom out of his system. We’ll have to monitor him closely to see his reaction. He’s not out of the woods yet.” You explained and she wiped her tears, nodding her head as she understood your words.

“Thank you doctor.” She bowed.

“You may see him. If he starts showing any movement or reaction, let my nurse know immediately.” You said. She bowed again and ran into the room.

After seeing a few more patients, it was finally time for you to head back. Before going to your office, you decided to go around the wards that you were in charge of for the week.

“How’s our lion?” You checked the charts.

“He’s breathing has stabilised and his fever is gone. His owner is staying with him.” The nurse informed.

“Anything happens through the night, contact me immediately.” You signed the chart and closed it, giving it back to her. You hummed a song as you walked along the halls, peeking your head into the different rooms. They were mostly dark, signalling that the hybrids were all asleep, as they should. Except for some of the nocturnal hybrids that were used to staying awake at night.

“Time to go home.” You smiled in satisfaction and started the walk back to your office.

“Clear the way! O.R. 2!” Turning around, you saw the emergency team heading towards your way. Just as they brushed past you, you looked at the figure on the gurney. The image sent you through a flashback and for a second, you couldn’t even breathe.

It brought you back to that night. That night you met Yoongi.

“Hey, nurse, who’s the attending to that?” You stopped one of the nurses passing by you.

“Tonight’s emergency doctor is Dr Ki.” She informed. Dr Ki wasn’t even a surgeon and he was only a second year. Your feet started moving on their own and you ran after the team to Operation Room 2.

“Dr Ki.” You said through the glass. As a junior, he turned around and immediately gave you a deep bow of respect. Taking a mask, you tied it around your face and entered the sterile room. Looking over at the table, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down from the scene before you. It was hard for you.

“May I? You can assist.” You asked.

“Of course, sunbae!” He nodded, gesturing for the nurse to get you your scrubs.

“Get him hooked up. Look for the source of bleeding. Get ready the blood packs. From what I see, it’s a wolf so get me canine. As much as you can get me. I want a crash cart ready.” You commanded as the nurse put the gloves over your hands.

“Yes, doc!” They all ran around the room. You walked over and looked at the extent of the wolf’s injuries. There were bullet wounds, bruises and a long jagged cut along his abdomen.

“Dr Ki. We’ll start with the abdomen lesion followed by the bullet wounds.” You moved over to the bleeding wound and Dr Ki followed.

“We’re saving this wolf.” You said.

With shaky legs, you entered the house, falling on the ground with your back pressed against the door.

“Oh, so you’re finally home- (y/n)? What’s wrong?” Yoongi rushed over to you, seeing your state. The strong smell of animal blood and sadness filled his nose. Without another word, you let out loud sobs against his chest. You had tried to remain strong at the hospital but seeing Yoongi broke your strong facade as all your emotions hit you like a big wave.

“Shhh... It’s okay, kitten.” He comforted, his black tail wrapping itself around your lower back.

“Come on.” He carried you up in his arms and brought you to the couch. You sobbed into his shoulder, wrapping your arms tightly around him.

“I... I...” You could speak between the sobs.

“Deep breaths, kitten. Breathe.” He encouraged, rubbing your back. Soon, you were reduced to tiny whimpers and small sniffles. Yoongi frowned to himself, wondering what triggered your anxiety. He has never seen you so affected by work before.

Sure, sometimes, unfortunate events happen where they are beyond your reach. You get sad but with Yoongi’s comfort, you light a candle for the passed hybrid and get over it. To actually have a full blown anxiety attack?

Never.

“Let’s get you in a bath.” Yoongi brought you up to your bedroom and entered your bathroom. You let him help you as you were still visibly shaken. Grabbing a set of your PJs, he dressed you as well.

“Yoongi?” You called out softly.

“Yes, kitten. I’m right here.” He stroked your head as he let you hug him again. Even if he wasn’t into physical affection, he would still do whatever it took to make you feel better.

“I... I saw...” You tried to explain to him.

“You can tell me tomorrow. There’s no rush.” Yoongi gave you a soft smile, stroking your head.

“No. I-I’m okay. I was doing my l-last round before it was time to go h-home. The emergency team... t-they brought in a w-wolf hybrid. Yoongi, it was horrible. There was blood e-everywhere. Bullets, bruises, a big k-knife wound. He was left on the street... to d-die. I-I just remembered h-how... h-how... y-you...” Yoongi cut you off by pulling you to his chest.

“Say no more.” He whispered.

“There was so much blood.” You whimpered, remembering the wolf that laid on the operating table.

More than anyone, Yoongi knew the trauma that stayed with you from the night you found him. He was also left on the streets to die. When he was brought in, he was actually dead. But you didn’t give up and resuscitated him.

When you adopted Yoongi, that was when he saw how truly traumatised you were. He heard and saw the nightmares you experienced. The way you would cry and call out his name as you relived that night. Even if Yoongi himself was traumatised as well, he hated that he was the reason you were suffering so he helped you to try and get over it.

“So what was the result?” Yoongi asked.

“H-He’s in a m-medically induced c-coma.” You explained.

“I know it was scary. But look, kitten, you saved him. He may be in a coma but he’s alive, isn’t he? You saved him just like how you saved me.” He wiped your tears with his thumbs.

“He’s not okay yet but I can’t let him wake up until he heals. The pain would be too much for him to bear.” You shook your head.

“That’s a good call.” He nodded his head.

“Now, let’s rest. You’ve had a long day. We can talk tomorrow.” He laid you down on your bed.

“Yoongi?” You called.

“Yes, kitten?”

“Thank you.” You whispered and he smiled softly, getting under the covers as well. He kissed your forehead and you patted his head, smoothing his black ears down. The black panther let out a purr of satisfaction. His tail draped itself over your thigh and you smiled as the fur brushed against your bare skin.

“(y/n).” Yoongi said, losing his nickname for you. You hummed in reply as a signal that you hadn’t fallen asleep on him.

“Do you... regret saving me?” He felt you stiffen at his question, his nose smelling the uneasy emotions you were feeling. You pulled away slightly and you sat up, looking back at him.

“Of course not. Why would you think that? Did I give you some impression that I did? I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, (y/n). You’ve done everything for me and I feel like I haven’t returned the favour. And because of me, you suffered from so much trauma. The nightmares, the anxiety attacks, everything.” He pushed himself up and held your cheek in his hand, his thumb lovingly brushing over your cheek.

“Yoongi, not once have I ever blamed you for anything. You never asked to be in that position. However, I am grateful that I was the doctor there that night. Or else, I wouldn’t have met you and we wouldn’t be here now.” You smiled.

“But I hurt you.” His head dropped.

“I get hurt by animals all the time, it’s part of the job I signed up for. You had just woken up after a long surgery. You were alone and afraid so you did what you could to defend yourself. I understand.” You patted his head. Yoongi’s eyes couldn’t help but glance at the faint scars on your shoulder. The ones that were caused by him.

“Why didn’t you give up on me?”

“Because every person, human or hybrid, is special and deserves love.” You giggled. Seeing you finally smile for the first time that night and the way your eyes lit up when talking about him, Yoongi leaned in.

“Oh, Yoongi.” You continued to stroke the back of his head as his face nuzzled your neck.

“Are you working tomorrow?” He mumbled.

“No. I... I told them I needed a day off to regain my composure. If I did, I might spend my entire shift next to the world.” You admitted.

“Oh, kitten.” Yoongi chuckled.

“I don’t have no classes tomorrow as well so we can spend the day together.” He said. Yoongi worked as a piano teacher at a nearby music school for hybrid children. At first, you were surprised because Yoongi wasn’t exactly someone with a lot of patience and he had a short temper. But you realised that he was doing it because of his love for playing the piano.

“Shall we go visit Jin then?” You grinned.

“I’ll think about it.” Yoongi scoffed and laid back down, dragging you with him. You laughed as you landed on top of him, your cheek pressed against his chest.

“Goodnight kitten.” He said.

“Goodnight Yoongi.” You replied, ending with a cough.

Your sleep was broken by the shrill ringing of your phone at 5 am. Knowing that it was your work phone, you pushed yourself off Yoongi and answered it. It was the nurse from the hospital.

“Dr, I’m sorry to contact you at this time despite you having such a long night. But the lion hybrid has woken up. He doesn’t have a fever or any muscle stiffness but he did throw up twice and is slipping in and out of consciousness.” She informed.

“Keep monitoring him. I’ll head over now. For now, give him a bag of electrolytes.” You said and hung up.

“Do you really have to go?” Yoongi groaned, his tail tightening around your waist.

“They need me.” Was all you said. Yoongi sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t let other doctors take care of your patients for you. But at the same time, he didn’t want you returning to the hospital so quickly.

“I’ll come with you.” He ruffled his hair.

“It’s alright, Yoongi. It’s so early, you should go back to sleep.” You told him, grabbing some clothes to change.

“You should too and yet, here we are.” He rolled his eyes, getting out of bed to go to his room to change. As you looked at his retreating back, you smiled and shook your head. You were the only person Yoongi would ever give up his sleep for and that made you touched. He was someone you knew you could lean on and stay by your side.

“Let’s go.” He grabbed the car keys. Holding your hand, you walked to your shared car and he drove to the hospital.

“Doctor.” The nurses greeted you as you walked through with Yoongi. You bowed your head slightly while Yoongi just trailed behind you. He wasn’t a big fan of the hospital.

“You can’t come with me into the ward but you know where my office is.” You told him and he nodded his head, parting ways with you.

“Good morning. Can you hear me?” You asked the lion. His eyes fluttered open, wavering slightly.

“Y-Yes...” He struggled.

“That’s great. You were bitten by a tick so I gave you some anti venom. You throwing up could just be a reaction to the medication. How are you feeling? Beside the nausea.” You asked him softly.

“I...I feel okay. But... sleepy.” He murmured. You nodded with a soft smile and reached over to pat his head.

“Alright. Feeling sleepy is completely normal. The tick bit you on your ear, which caused faster symptoms since it was on your head, near your brain. Now, getting rest is important. But I’m glad you’re making such quick progress.” You rubbed his ear.

“T-Thank... you.” He smiled tiredly.

“You’re welcome. But I can’t take all the credit. You fought well too.” You chuckled, making him look up at you in fondness.

“Y-You smell... like a feline.” He pointed out.

“Ah... Yeah. I have a black panther myself. He followed me in to see you.” You rubbed the back of your neck.

“He’s a lucky hybrid to have you as an owner.” He complimented and your cheeks turned red.

“Thank you. You are lucky too. She was crying the moment you were brought in and decided to stay the whole night by your side.” You and him looked over at his sleeping owner. He nodded his head in agreement. Soon, you left him to rest and you headed back to your office to find your own hybrid. Yoongi was staring at the photos on your bulletin board.

“Yoongi?” You called and he finally had his attention on you. Even if you were not a hybrid, you knew that something was wrong. What happened?

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btsinwonderland · 3 years

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A Drop of Poison - Ch. 4: An Invitation

A Loki fanfiction!

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“You’re late!” Valkyrie said, stuffing a pancake into her mouth as you approached her table in the Great Hall. “And you look like shit.”

You could feel the papery dryness of your eyes. Each blink felt grating. “I didn’t have a great sleep…” you said, hoping that your face did not give away the perpetual embarrassment you felt every time you thought about what happened the night before.

“Was it the dream again?” Valkyrie said, handing you a plate she filled with hash browns and eggs.

You took it gratefully. “No, I...went to the restricted section of the library last night,” you said, looking down at your plate. An image of Professor Laufeyson’s bare chest flashed before your eyes and you nearly dropped your fork.

“What!” She spoke so loud that several of the people surrounding you and at the other tables glanced at you both.

“Shhh! Don’t be so loud,” you whispered.

“You went without me,” she said, stuffing a mushroom into her mouth.

“It couldn’t wait, but I didn’t even find what I was looking for,” you said.

“And what was that?”

You were about to speak when you saw Professor Laufeyson enter the Great Hall. You nearly choked on your hash browns when he glanced at you. “I have to go,” you said and ran out of the hall.

You did not look back, and you did not stop walking until you realized you were back at the library. Your subconscious seemed to have a sense of humour that you did not find particularly funny. As you stood at the door like a deer in the headlights, someone nearly body checked you to the side as they entered the library.

“Out of the way, mudblood,” he said. His blue hair was striking in the daylight.

“Watch it, Talon,” you said.

He turned to you with a glare, then he smiled coldly and walked on.

You nearly rolled your eyes straight to the back of your head. Talon, the one person you would not mind using one or two of the unforgivable curses on. Just a bit of the Imperious to make him wet his pants in class, maybe? Nothing too awful. You still remember the way he laughed when he stuffed you and one other student into a Shrinking Shed in a pawnshop in Knockturn Alley. It was only your second year, and you berated yourself for trusting any wizard that said they “had something cool to show you” since that day. The poor boy you were stuck with broke his arm and may have broken the other, lest Professor Heimdall had not come by the shop; by that time the shed was half the size of a fridge. You still hated confined spaces from that day onwards.

He walked towards a blonde Slytherin girl trying to finish her homework at a large table. She looked less than pleased at his interruption. You rolled your eyes and moved on.

Your thoughts drifted back to the previous night as you headed to the back of the library. And just like that, it transported you into a completely different head space. Professor Laufeyson. You thought about his smooth skin and the way the moonlight glinted off the sweat on his body.

Thinking of him like that put you in a sort of daze, where you were so embarrassed you thought you might die but also so intrigued that you could not stop yourself from wondering. You paused where you were and gazed at the restricted section. From there, you could see the table where he had...relations with Professor Sif. You remembered her panting and writhing in pleasure. The entire night you had thought about only one thing. What did that feel like?

You knew how your own fingers felt, and despite how wonderful that was, you had always been curious about something more. Valkyrie had described it to you in visceral detail several times. She had said that if the person knew what they were doing, that it could be amazing. Higher than high. But if the person only cared about themselves, it could be quite awful. From the looks of it, Professor Laufeyson knew what he was doing.

Something about him felt different. Enticing. The way his lean muscles flexed as he gripped the edges of the table and the way his eyes glowed. Heat coursed through you, and the muscles in your stomach tightened. You had not been this bothered in all your life and had a fleeting thought of whether there was a way to quit Potions class. You rubbed your eyes and face. The book. That was what you came here for.

“Are you alright?” A sweet voice said.

You opened your eyes; it was Pom. She was carrying four large textbooks and placed them on a study table between the aisles.

Putting on your most convincing smile, you said, “I’m fine, I was just looking for a book.”

“Oh? What one?” she said, her eyes lit up.

Pom did frequent the library. Perhaps she could be of use. “It’s about cats, common spells for cats.”

She gave you a look.

“No, I’m serious! I just really love cats,” you said. It was not a lie, though you preferred reptiles.

“Well, where is it supposed to be?”

You thought about how to put it. “Well, that’s the thing. I was informed that it would be in one place, but it’s no longer there. And I don’t think anyone checked it out.”

Pom thought about it for a moment. Then her eyes lit up. “Maybe it’s a switcher!”

“Switcher?”

She nodded with an excited smile. “I’ve only ever encountered one of them. But there was once a book that my brother and I were looking for. I heard it was the journal of a student who created their own spells. And I think we found it, but right before Ken could pick it up from the shelf, it faded and disappeared. About two months later, I saw it again, on the other side of the library. I reached for it, but it disappeared. I talked to one of our senior prefects and she told me there’s a rumour about books in the library. Apparently, some of them like to disappear and reappear. Nobody knows how to catch them, but there’s a theory that they’ll come to you if you need them.”

You raised your eyebrows at the thought of disappearing books. Of course the book you needed to find was evading you. “So if I need it badly enough...I might find it?” You said.

Pom nodded with an unsure smile. You thanked her as she picked up her pile of books and wandered off to study.

A bright pink guide on potions stood out as you looked at the shelves. Flora and Fawna for Beginners. You sighed. This was going to be a long day.

So you roamed. You roamed the bookshelves for hours, reading every title, every author name and every little scroll in the cabinets. It was tedious beyond belief and you stopped to rest a few times. After your third hour of wandering the library and receiving strange looks from the students you passed by for the thirtieth time, you sighed and sat right on the floor, in between the Magical Creatures and Astrocentric Religions sections. Your stomach rumbled from hunger and you wondered if it was time to give up yet. So much for your investigation. It felt quite less glamorous when you were at the start of it and all you could muster up was sitting on your bottom with an empty stomach and dry hands.

You looked out the window at the end of the aisle; the day was overcast again. It has been raining non stop this season. You got up, defeated, and ready to find some food. Suddenly, there was a sharp bang on the window and you turned to see what it was. A dark smudge was streaked across the glass and you walked up to it for a closer look. You nearly jumped a foot in the air when another bird flew into the window. It fell and you could not see where it landed, but you wondered if it was dead.

A few more birds banged into the windows, and other students got up from their chairs to see the disturbance. One girl gasped so loudly that the librarian had to come over and calm everyone down. The librarian looked at the windows and grumbled to herself as she went out to inform someone of the mess.

You walked across the aisles to observe the other windows, and each one was streaked with a dark red stain. As you walked by the first year selection of books near the front of the library, you noticed in the corner, on the bottom shelf there was a new title. Something you had not noticed before. The spine was dark red and your eyes widened at the title “Spells for the Common House Cat”.

Nearly diving for the book, you crouched down and grabbed it, thinking it would disappear right before your eyes. But, you held it in your hands and yelled out a “yes!” This earned you a shush from the students who were studying.

You were so elated to read the book once you returned to the common room that you nearly ran into the door as you exited the library. It was already an hour past dinner at the Great Hall; you imagined Valkyrie had stuffed her face full already and probably wondered where you were. You picked up your pace and raced through the halls with meat pies on your mind and the book in your hands. The texture was of a smooth aged leather, with odd scratches along the spine and cover. The writing on the cover was a rushed scrawl with black ink and you flipped through the inside, only to see pages and pages of the same hurried writing. There was one passage that caught your eye:

Informed though we may be of my house we are not warned to eat live snakes. Wish you well my balloon animal friend. Did you know hats wore cow bells on their noses? Bells bells bells! Nasty business wandering through the dry sun. If there is one watered down lion to know, it’s Muriel and her tacky shoes.

You were so perplexed you said aloud, “What the fu-”

A hard body stopped your momentum, and you fell right on your rear onto the floor. The book fell out of your hands and you rubbed your nose where it was bumped. “I’m so sorry, I-” You looked up and your mouth went dry.

Professor Laufeyson was standing above you, with your book in his hand, and his eyebrows slightly raised. You saw the recognition in his gaze as he assessed you and a whisper of a smile appeared on his lips; it disappeared again into his usual stoic expression. You remained on the floor and stared at him for several seconds, as if you were paralyzed.

He reached down and helped you up. “We keep bumping into one another, don’t we, Miss Eves?” He said, throwing you a smile that almost knocked you down again.

“Y-yes, I suppose so.”

He handed you the book, glancing at the title. “Interesting literature, is it for your classes or for pleasure?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Just for fun.”

“Ah, and is this a title you found in your evening forays into the library?” He said, leaning close so you could see the flecks of lighter blue in his eyes.

Your heart skipped a beat. He knew. He knew. Oh god. He knew. Your mind made a split second decision.

“I’m not sure what you mean, sir,” you said, gripping the book tightly against your body.

Professor Laufeyson chuckled and leaned against the wall, further away from you. You breathed a little easier. “It seems that a student has been out of bed and has seen things she should not have,” he said, crossing his arms. His eyes looked down at you with a mocking sort of sternness. “It could lead to expulsion…”

You held his hard gaze, not denying anything but not giving in. It seemed he was testing you, checking your resolve. You took a silent breath and looked right back at him. There was no way he could get you into trouble without admitting his own faults. “I wonder what the protocols are for teachers and acceptable behaviour on school grounds?” You said, sticking your chin up and thinking you sounded more like an insolent child than anything else.

He smiled widely. “Ah, very good, Miss Eves! Worry not. If I wanted to expel you I would have had Professor Sif handle it,” he said.

“I haven’t told anyone, and I don’t plan to,” you said. You finally lost your resolve and looked at the floor. Your cheeks heated at the thought of him half naked. “Th-thank you for not letting Professor Sif see me.”

“Miss Eves, it is simply water under the troll bridge. Though, I have a bit of a favour to ask of you,” he said. “Perhaps we can call it even then.”

You glanced up, and he had moved away from the wall and was now standing a couple of inches away from you. “Yes, sir?”

“That envelope you gave me was an invitation to dinner with the Headmistress and Professor Odinson. That’s just where I’m headed now, in fact. And I would love for you to accompany me,” he said, holding out his hand like a gentleman.

You stared at his hand, and then up at him, dumbfounded. “What?”

He smiled and reached over to your shoulder, guiding you to follow him. As you both walked, he said, “To be completely honest with you, I just hate these family reunion dinners. Terribly awkward. It would be a pleasure to have you there.”

“I’d hate to crash a dinner party. I’m sure Headmistress Frigga just wanted a family affair. Plus, I’m not even hungry!” You said, and then your stomach growled most viciously. You looked down at it with a look of betrayal.

“It will be fun, I promise. Rainbow umbrella,” he said.

You realized you were already at the Headmistress’s office as the statue of the gargoyle began to turn. “But sir,” you started, but he smiled at you so disarmingly that you could not find any words to deny his request. He grabbed your hand and led you up the steps and you were sure that this was an awful, terrible idea.

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purefrostbyte · 4 years

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Hawks - Like Me (Part 3)

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Hawks

Rating: Smut

Like me

Part 3

After leaving you on that rooftop you had finally calmed down and been able to return to your normal endeavors. It had now been two days, and you had already said that you had to take time off for quirk reasons. No one challenged you, the fact you had been working none stop since you got here was enough for them to say you deserved a break. If only it was a break.

Currently you were sat, bundled up in blankets, in your bed at your apartment. You hadn’t heard from Hawks in two days, and your heat would be arriving any minute now. You shivered at the thought of what Hawks could possibly meant when he left you, a small part of you hoping it meant what you wanted it too. You burrowed under the blankets again, mind fulling with the image of Hawks fucking you.

You were pulled from your thoughts when a knock came from your balcony door. In only booty shorts, lace barrette and a baggy shirt that fell off your shoulder you approached the balcony. Hawks was perched on the railing, eyes dilated and staring at you with lust and passion. The gesture made you moan softly, which he heard.

“Dove,” he growled as you unlocked the balcony to let him closer to you. When you went through mating season you had small physical changes such as your feathers becoming shiner and softer, nails becoming sharper, eyes becoming sharper and silted. It seemed Hawks also had physical changes, he now had talons, his feathers where shiner and he seemed generally bigger than he normally was. “Hawks,” you whispered as he pulled you into his chest, heat taking over your body. “You haven’t started yet have you,” He whispered in your ear before nuzzling into your neck. The motion made you moan and push yourself into him, “No, but if you keep this up you’ll trigger it early.”

Hawks smirked against your skin before pulling away from you, causing you to whine from loss of contact. “Come Dove, I have something for you.” he reached out his hand and soon you two were flying through the air, hands intertwined. You soon landed on a balcony that over viewed the city, Hawks owned a penthouse? Of course he would, he’s a bird and number 2 hero.

Hawks turned to you, smirk plastered on his face, “Close your eyes Dove.” You did as he asked, feathers twitching in anticipation and lust. He lend you into the penthouse, body flush against your back causing you to shake. “Open your eyes Dove,” he whispered before licking the shell of your ear. You opened your eyes and was greeted with a sight that made your wings flap happily. Feathers, blankets and pillows covered the floor. A giant king sized mattress covered in plush pillows, blankets and soft shirts was tucked into the corner close to the window over looking the city.

He had made a nest

For you

You turned and hugged him, rubbing yourself up against him, “For me?” you asked as you rubbed you nose against his neck causing his breath to hitch. “Do you like it Dove?” he asked softly as he held you closer, his tone made your heart flutter and wings flap. “I love it.” You confirmed happily as you pull away from his neck, “Can I?” you ask. Hawks nods and in an instant you were buried in the plush pillows and blankets that littered the mattress. A small moan ripples from your mouth as you find one of his shirts and bring it close to your face to breathe in the scent. When Hawks hear you moan his pupils dilated. ‘She likes the nest,’ he thought happily and he walked over to join you. He discarded his jacket, shirt and boots before joining you, pulling you flush against his body as you wiggled around the nest in joy.

You accidentally brushed you ass against his crotch and soon Hawks was fulling hard in his work pants and you felt it pressing against you. It caused you to freeze momentarily before turning over to face him. “Mate,” you mumbled before pressing against him and nuzzling in his chest and the crook of his neck, “Nest.” You purred happily before a small happy bird chirping sounded from the back of your throat.

Hawks was struggling to stop himself from fucking you right there and then, but with how you were acting he didn’t know if he could. A deep growl followed by a chirp left his throat and then you were pinned underneath him. Your wings sprawled out underneath you twitching and withering in anticipation and pleasure while his flapped in an act of dominance. “Mine,” he growled before leaning down and claiming your mouth in a messy and passionate kiss. You moaned happily, a small chirp resonating from you before you opened your mouth to invite him in.

He happily stuck his tongue in your mouth, mapping out your wet cavern as he grinded against you. You wrapped your legs around his torso bringing him closer and grinding back against him, causing you both to moan. One of your hands found its way into his blonde locks while the other fisted the feathers at the base of one of his wings. He groaned before ripping off you shirt with his talons, trailing kisses down to the valley of your chest. “Let me breed you, please Y/n,” he begged as he frantically peppered kisses and love bites across your flesh.

‘Please Hawks-,” “Keigo.” You looked down at him, “Keigo is my real name,” he answered as he worked back up to your lips. “Say it, moan it.” He growled as he bite down on your neck causing you to moan, “KEIGO.” He groaned in pleasure, wings extending out as he worked his pants off his body. You started to wiggle out of your short, discarding your panties with it. You spread your legs open for him just as he rid himself of his unneeded layers. “That’s it Dove.” He growled and he kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Please Keigo, I need you,” you begged as the heat in your body became unbearable. “Anything for you My Dove,” he smirked, “Mine.” He thrusted into you, no prep needed due to your heat. He moaned as he bottomed out, wings shaking in pleasure. Your back was arched off the bed, lips parted as your moaned loudly. “Yes~,” You moaned, wings twitching and withering. Keigo caged your head between his arms as he lent down to your ear, “Ready Dove.”

He pulled out all the way to the tip before snapping his hips, setting a fast, brutal and primal pace. All you could do was moan and pant, the feel too good for you to formulate words. “Yes, God Yes Keigo,” You moaned as he hammered into you. You claws scratching lines down his back as your back arched permanently off the bed. The room was filled with the sound was panting, moaning, skin on skin and the beating of wings.

Keigo snaked his hands to your breasts, kneaded the soft flesh before kissing and sucking your nipples. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, the coil in your stomach becoming unbearable. “Keigo, Keigo I’m gonna-“ you panted but words weren’t consisted in your brain. “Shhh Dove, I know. Cum for me, be a good little bird.” He whispered in your ear and the knot in your stomach snapped, euphoria washing over your body causing you to scream in pleasure. Keigo kept moving, your core clenching around him and bringing him to his own orgasm.

But you knew that wasn’t the end of this.

Soon you were flipped onto your stomach as he thrusted into you once more. This wouldn’t be done until Keigo was satisfied he had bred you enough. He started a brutal pace once more, cheek pressed into your shoulder as he fucked you into the mattress. You started to notice your control on your quirk faltering. You feathers heating up slightly. You ignored it, focusing on the pleasure Keigo gave you.

After cumming for a second time you flipped him over so you were sitting on him. You then proceeded to ride him, bouncing as if your life depended on it. His talons dug into the flesh of your hips but you didn’t care, you need release, craved it. As you felt your orgasm approach you felt your control on your quirk break, and as you cam brilliant red and blue flames lit up your wings. Keigo was memorized by the display of your quirk and cam from the sight. You were still going, even if your wings were on fire you milked him of all he was worth.

When you finally stopped, breathing labored and heavy, Hawks sat up and kissed your forehead. You fell into his chest, not bothering to get off him or pull him out of you. You snuggled deeper into his chest as he rubbed circles into your back, “That’s it Dove, you did so well, you’re so beautiful.” The praise caused your to chirp once more, nuzzling into his neck happily.

It was now sunset, and the two of you stayed in each other’s embrace as you watched the city from the window. “Hungry Dove?” he whispered as he tucked a strand of your hair out of your face. You smiled softly, “A little.” Hawks smiled, wrapping a blanket around you, “Chicken?” he asked causing you to giggle, “Chicken.”

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afterhoursgame · 3 years

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Bishop Drabble

YALL. So I am in the mood for ANGST tonight. And all day I've been thinking about Bishop and how he's so helpless he is in trying to deal how badly he wants the woman he's in love with... So I wrote up a 1200+ word drabble about it! Hope you enjoy it! Also, a lil NSFW, so under the cut! Let me know what you guys think. :)

PSA tho, this is literally just... from the brain, so it has not been revised or made to not look like my ADHD ravaged every thought that I have.

“What do you think of this one, Bubba?” Her voice was a song he didn’t want to end. To hear it forever wouldn’t be enough.

“It’s beautiful. You could put on anything in here and I’d say the same thing.” And he would. Her beauty was endless. Her hair, her face, her skin, her body, her curves. It was art, like no other.

“Mmm, but that doesn’t help me pick one, now does it?” She gave him that soft smile he loved. The one that made him weak in the knees, that made his false heart beat harder than a real one could ever dream of.

She held up some pieces in front of the mirror and hummed to herself.

“Are you on tonight, Bub?”

“I am.”

She smiled. The things he would do to see that every day. And know he was the cause.

“Would you like to match with me then? What colors are you wearing?”

“Teal, as always. You know that.”

She pouts at him. His eyes are drawn to her lips. So full, and soft. Her lipstick gave them the look of luxury velvet. He was desperate to feel them against his own.

“Teal isn’t my color. And besides, you should branch out! Maybe pink, or red?”

He looked her over. Those were her colors. He could never dream of making them look half as gorgeous. But he wanted them. To see himself with her red lipstick against his skin, her hair laid on his chest, her nails dragging across his back. He wanted those colors. The things I would do...

“You look good in teal. You just don’t wear it enough.” If only she knew what it did to him when she did. To imagine it was his clothes caressing and squeezing her figure. No, she didn’t wear it nearly enough.

She searched over her pile of clothes, coming across a red set. One that made his blood rush. She held it up, to which she received a nod and went to change. He closed his eyes and leaned back onto the cool wall behind him. She would be the end of him. His thoughts would be the end of him. Imagining the way that the straps of her bottoms would squish and squeeze her hips, when she laid the sides just right, the way my hands should, and the way those thighs would spill over the stockings and strain her garters, so delicious and soft. Picturing her top and the way it would cup her breasts and cover just enough like that heart cutout was made to tease him. He’d seen it after she’d had it on, but he was a greedy man when he wanted to be. He wanted the moments before. To see the fabric glide over her, to watch it slide and snap just into all the right places, soft and supple.

“What do we think?” She stepped out and twirled before she stood in front of the mirror. She had changed a few of the pieces, he noticed. But the elements that drove him wild were still there.

“I changed the stockings to fishnet and added the long sleeves. Looks nice, huh?”

“Of course it does. Your tattoos look good.” He walked up behind her and hooked his fingers into the inside of her top. He could feel her warmth and how deliciously soft her skin was as he smoothed the edges at her chest. She grinned.

“Oh yeah? Got a favorite?”

“Obviously the “brat” one on your ass cheek. You know, the one you got that one night that-”

“That’s such a shitty choice!”

“Whatever, you asked! Want me to do your hair?”

“Mmm, you give such nice head messages too.”

He smiled and got to work. He loved to run his fingers through her hair. Full and velvety. The color of my favorite rose.

…

That night, he watched the crowd. One of them had to be it. They had to have something similar. Something so my mind doesn’t have to work. So it doesn’t burn her image into it. And as his set came to close, he found her. Blushing, and biting her bottom lip as she watched him dance. He sent a wink her way and watched her look down into her drink. She would have to be enough. Please be enough.

As he approached, he watched her eyes widen.

“Hey gorgeous, like the drink?”

She fumbled to take a sip. “Mm! It’s really good! It... isn't alcoholic though. I don't like that taste But the bartender makes a great juice cocktail!” So nervous.

He snuck a peek at said bartender. She gave him a wink and smile, her lipstick shiny under the lights around her.

He looked back to the woman in front of him, and scanned her up and down. He made note of all the things he would have to imagine to make a full image.

“Say, you wanna join me in my room for a bit? It’s nice and quiet.” Her face got brighter. He leaned to whisper in her ear.

“We could do whatever you want to. No pressure.” He pulled away but stayed close enough to make her flush a little more. With a nod from her, he took her hand, not nearly as small, and led the way to his private room. It didn’t matter. It just had to be enough.

With the close of the curtain behind them and the flip of the barrier switch to ensure no unwanted guests, the deal was done. He dimmed the lights enough to make sure he could get the image right.

He always kept his eyes closed. His fingers roaming and squeezing her body in all the ways he wished. He watched her bounce on him, watching her hair move in time, not the right color. He ran a hand down her back, able to picture the tattoos in his mind, almost the right curve. One traveled down her chest, and stomach, not nearly as soft. His hand sinks further, what would she feel like here?

“Do you feel good baby?” He breathed into her ear. The response was moans, not nearly the way he thought hers would sound.

“Yes, Bishop-”

“Shhh, don’t say my name baby” You don’t say it like she does. “Just focus on my fingers.” She leaned back into him. He rested his head against hers, and held her close with his free arm, curves not feeling the same as hers.

Every difference he had to imagine drove him crazy in the worst way. It will never be the same. It won't ever be enough.

...

Later that night, he sat in the common area, a drink in hand. Strong. Enough to try and help him forget. She needed to be enough. She wasn’t enough. Why can't they be enough?

“Are you okay, Bubba?”

I need to feel you. “Long night. Just… feeling down I guess.”

She placed a small hand on his shoulder, rubbing slightly in the way she does. Hands the perfect size.

“Talk to me, Bub.” He looked her in her eyes, they drive me wild, and snuck a glance at her lips, lipstick just the right shade.

“I… I can’t. Not about this..” Her eyes, so comforting, met his. And yet, he looked at her lips once more, so inviting, and swallowed thickly. Don’t say it. Please, don’t say it. You don’t know, you don't understand.

“Then.. give me your emotions, Bishop.”

And so he did, as she alone tore him apart and put him together again. She is everything. She is more than enough.

#drabble #Bishop #spicy #only a little #super nervous posting this #I always rewrite like 3 times minimum #so #i really hope you guys like this

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severetimetravelnerd · 4 years

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We’ve got this (ft. G Dragon)

Your’s and Jiyong’s journey welcoming someone into your family.

(I don’t own any of the images used. All credit goes to the original owners.)

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Word count : 5501

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This is slightly angsty, but is mostly an overload of fluff. It’s also to celebrate 150 followers!! Thanks you guys!:)) Please continue to support me :)) Always grateful:)

Features appearances from Taeyang and Hyorin.

Warnings: cursing, pregnancy, smut, fingering, unprotected sex(use protection y’all) .

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“Jiyong? Babe? I’m home. Sorry I’m late. Youngbae called for help with picking tampons and it took a while to get him to calm down. Where are you?”

You walked in, looking for your boyfriend. You were a little grumpy because he was leaving for a tour the next day, you wanted to spend as much time as possible with him, and your time with him was getting cut short. You wouldn’t be seeing him for five months. You had just entered your kitchen when you felt his hands cover your eyes. His lips were so close to your ear that it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Shhh love. Relax. I’ve got you.”

You did not relax. There were goosebumps all over your body. No matter how long you had been together, Jiyong always had that effect on you. He led you to your bedroom, removing his hands to leave you there, with only a box and a small handwritten note for guidance. Smiling, you picked up the note.

“I got you a little something. It’s your favourite colour :)”

Excited, you opened up the box to find some beautiful maroon lace lingerie. It was scandalous, but so oh beautiful. Buried in them was a note you found saying,

“Go look at the mirror after putting these on.”

Blushing, you turned around and found a small post it stuck to the mirror.

“I knew you’d look stunning in these.”

Still with a smile you knew would not leave your face for the night, you went back to the box and found a gorgeous black dress. It was floor length and sleeveless, with a plunging neckline, and in classic Jiyong fashion, perfectly accessorised from head to two in tones of gold and maroon. At the bottom of the box, there was another note.

“When you’re done, follow the fairy lights.”

Feeling emotional already, you opened the door and found fairy lights leading you towards the balcony. Wiping away a tear of happiness, you followed them and nearly cried when you saw Jiyong standing there with his arms open, a perfectly laid out table and the rest of the balcony lined with fairy lights stuffed in glass bottles behind him. You were so overwhelmed. Only when Jiyong walked up to you and lifted your hand to kiss it did you snap out of it. And when you looked at Jiyong, your knees nearly gave way then and there. In perfectly snug black slacks, an oversized maroon shirt showing an unholy amount of his chest and collarbones and all the right earrings, he left you breathless. Sometimes, you just couldn’t believe you were dating that man. Out of nowhere, music started playing and Jiyong wrapped his arms around your waist, swaying along to the music. You wrapped your arms around him and looked up at him smiling with that gummy smile.

“What is this Jiyong?”

Twirling you around once, he placed a light kiss on your lips before saying,

“Well, I know I’m not the best boyfriend in the world, but I wanted our evening to be perfect tonight.”

You were melting. He was wrong. He was definitely the best boyfriend in the world. You pulled him down by the collar into a deep kiss, wanting to just stay there in his arms and freeze that moment in time. He pulled away after a while, with his eyebrows raised.

“Wow. If you loved that, wait till you see what I’ve cooked.”

You laughed.

“You? Cooking? Ji, are you sure you didn’t just order some pizza?”

He beamed at you.

“Nope. I didn’t. I took the day off, facetimed your mom and got your favourite food right.”

You gasped.

“Ji, are you saying-”

Grinning, he said,

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. And it tastes fucking amazing.”

“Oh Ji…”

He smirked.

“Yes, I know. I’m amazing.”

You rolled your eyes but you didn’t disagree.

You and Jiyong had an amazing dinner. He was right. He had made your favourite meal really well and you were mind blown. You tried not to think about how you wouldn’t see him for the next five months, but he did a good job of making sure you weren’t dwelling on it and were happy. At the end of dinner, he pushed the table out of the way, filled two wine glasses up to the brim, started playing music and held out a glass for you with a smirk on his face. Jiyong’s playlist was pretty innocent, but your thoughts were anything but. As the two of you playfully danced around to the music, you slowly wrapped your arms around his neck and drew him closer to you, taking a few minutes to absorb that familiar scent and feel. He hummed along to the music, gently taking both your now empty glasses and put them down on the table and came back, wrapping his arms back around you. He smiled gently at you and slowly swayed to the music. You let your hands slide down to his chest, playing with his chain for a while before finally unbuttoning his shirt a little more. Immediately, his smile was replaced by that sinful smirk. You knew from that moment on it was about who would give in first and you were determined to make him. He let his hands slide down from your waist, letting them rest upon your butt. You suppressed the moan rising in your throat and rested your head against his chest, letting your lips rest against his collar bones. He pulled you closer, allowing you to feel the bulge against you. You smirked. He had made a mistake. You pressed yourself into him, with your boobs flush against his arm and your hips rocking against his now prominent bulge. You heard him hiss but he persevered. One of his hands came up to play with the one knot holding up your dress as he leaned down to whisper,

“Come on Y/N. You know you want this.”

You moved your lips to his ear.

“Don’t act like you don’t Ji. You’re a bad liar.”

He pulled you even closer, pressing his erection into you, but that backfired, because you couldn’t hold on to that moan any longer. You let out a long, breathy moan of his name against his ear and with that, he lost it. He picked you up and kissed you, wrapping your legs around his waist while he moved towards the bedroom.

You wanted to laugh and gloat, but you couldn’t, because he had you in his arms, wrapped in a deep, toe curling kiss, and very soon, you lost the ability to think at all. You wanted him. He threw you on the bed, pushing off the box haphazardly. He smirked at the flushed, breathless you he had left on the bed. He stripped and climbed on top of you. His hands reached for your face and he held you gently, kissing you yet again, memorising everything about you. After a few minutes, his hands finally strayed down, undid the knot by your waist and threw the dress off you. And when he saw you, he had to stop for a minute. He had stopped everything and was just staring at you, drinking in the sight of you. You squirmed feeling his hands leave your body, but after that, you felt a little shy. Blushing, you asked him,

“What are you doing?”

Not taking his eyes off you for even a second, he replied.

“You’re just so goddamn beautiful.”

Leaving you speechless, he dropped down to your belly, dropping light kisses there, slowly making his way upwards, letting his hands wrap around your thighs and draw you closer to him. He gently traced patterns onto your thigh, slowly making his way up, enjoying the way you were squirming. Not wanting to let go of you for even a second, he reached around and kissed your back before unhooking your bra with his teeth, making you gasp at the cold air. Your nipples were already hard but he couldn’t help it. He flattened his tongue against your right nipple before swirling his tongue around, making your nipple harden even more. He switched to the other, the cold air on your wet nipple making you gasp and grab his hair. He played with your nipple until you were begging him and writhing beneath him.

“Jiyong please.”

And he finally listened, coming up to pull you into another kiss. His hands slid your panties off and he gently dipped his fingers into your folds, smirking when he realised how wet you were. He let his lips trail over your neck, murmuring,

“Oh love, all this for me?”

before latching down on the spot above your left collarbone and sucking. At the same time, he let his fingers circle around your clit, gently tapping on it. Your back arched and his other hand came up to play with the nipple you had so helpfully pressed against him. he looked down at you. God, you were beautiful. He had to memorise this. With that, he let his lips trail further down to just beneath your boobs before sucking down there. His fingers gently increased the speed and moved closer to your clit. He slowly increased the pressure he was putting on your clit and that was it. You were close. So close. And when he lightly spanked your clit before rubbing down on it, you came. You let out a breathy moan, pulling Jiyong close and collapsing. He looked at you, a flushed moaning mess with marks blossoming all over your chest and neck, smirked and collapsed next to you, pulling you into his arms, getting ready to snuggle when you interrupted him.

“Ji?”

“Yes, my love?”

“I want you in me.”

Surprised, he turned to look at you.

“Princess, I wanted to make this all about you tonight.”

You turned to look at him smiling, but with a tear running down your face.

“I know Ji, but I really, really need you in me.”

Your lip was trembling, but before that dam could break, Jiyong kissed you again, gently moving on top of you. He pulled away for a second to cup your face.

“Y/N, I love you. I love you so much.”

Still a little teary-eyed, you kissed his hands and replied.

“I love you too Jiyong. So, so much.”

Jiyong pulled you back into a kiss and entered you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding on to his arms and back for support. He also had tears streaming down his face while he thrusted into you, slow and steady, both of you taking your time to savour every second. The two of you continued like that for a while, both pressed flush against each other, enjoying the intimacy. You came first and a few minutes later, with one long thrust, so did Jiyong. He slowly lay beside you, wrapping his arms around you and you snuggled into his chest, as close as you could get. Your voice was a little shaky when you said,

“I’ll miss you.”

He rubbed your shoulders, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“I know love. So will I. But I will be back. It’ll be over before we know it.”

Both of you knew that wasn’t true but neither of you wanted to say it. You broke the silence.

“I love you Jiyong.”

“I love you too Y/N.”

And then, he turned towards you, pulled you even closer, wrapped both his arms around you and kissed you lightly. You snuggled into his neck, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his arms. The two of you fell asleep like that. And when he left early the next morning, both of you pretended like you were asleep. You just let him press a light kiss on your forehead and leave, not wanting to let him see you cry and Jiyong left, not wanting you to cry.

-----

One month later, you were staring at your doctor in disbelief. You froze and then you burst out laughing.

“Ah, good one Unnie. Nothing popped up on my report, right?”

She smiled at you, let your laughter subside, and with that same calm smile, she said,

“Nope. I’m not kidding Y/N. You’re pregnant. Congratulations!”

Your head was spinning. You were pregnant. You were pregnant?! What? Oh. That’s a lot to take in. You slowly started to smile. You were pregnant. You were finally starting a family with Jiyong. There might be a mini you or a mini Jiyong in you. You were so, so happy. You were a little nervous, because you knew Jiyong loved kids, but you weren’t sure whether he wanted them right then, but you were pretty sure he’d be happy. You sat there for the next five minutes with a stupidly happy grin on your face before your doctor snapped you out of it to make sure you’d listen to all the important stuff about pregnancy.

As soon as you stepped out of the clinic, you called Hyorin and Youngbae. You were so excited. A little nervous. But super excited. They both picked up at the same time.

“Why’re you calling both of us at the same time Y/N?”

“I have news. But, and this is specifically for Youngbae, you cannot tell Jiyong. It’s a surprise. Promise.”

Hyorin immediately agreed. Youngbae seemed unsure.

“I don’t know Y/N. Does it have to be a surprise?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yes. Yes, it does.”

He groaned.

“Fine. I promise I won’t tell him.”

“I’m pregnant.”

You pulled the phone away from your ears a little, anticipating both Hyorin and Youngbae yelling, which did happen. You interrupted their questioning.

“Wait you guys. I’ll drive over to your place right now. We can talk there. I promise I’ll tell you everything.”

Hyorin squealed, but you could still hear Youngbae deadpan,

“Please don’t.”

-----

Jiyong was walking down the street in Paris, lonely, but still enjoying the weather and the vibe. But fate had other plans for him. as he was walking down the street, something in the window caught his eye. It was a flashy, ostentatious ring. Gold band studded with diamonds throughout. But he wanted it. Not that specific ring, but at that moment, he knew the first thing he had to do when he got back home was to ask you to marry him and take you ring shopping. It was time to pick an engagement ring.

-----

Four months later, and you were getting big, and fast. As you sat there watching Jiyong’s old performances, your mind wandered. You hated the new pregnancy diet you were on. You really missed your wine and your tea. The morning sickness and the constant aches and pains were really bad. You had a headache that was increasing with every second. None of your clothes fit right. You were nervous about telling Jiyong. But most of all, you missed him. You wished he was with you, helping you when your back hurt too much or just cuddling with you when you got sad, but not only did you want to surprise him, but you also knew that he would be miserable that he couldn’t be with you. You rubbed your belly, smiling.

“It’s just you and me for now, tiny.”

You quickly glanced at the clock.

“But appa will be here next week, so don’t worry. I know he’ll love you.”

You stretched behind you to get the bottle of water when you saw someone open the front door. Jiyong slowly walked in, wheeling in, or at least trying to wheel in, his suitcase quietly. He looked up when he heard you drop the bottle. He smiled sheepishly.

“I was hoping you’d be asleep so I could surprise you properly in the morning. Why’re you up so late anyway?”

You couldn’t process what was happening. Jiyong’s smile widened and he opened his arms.

“Surprise!”

Finally, things began to sink in. You smiled too, slowly getting up and holding your belly.

“Surprise, Ji.”

His eyes widened and before you knew it, he was next to you. His voice was shaky when he said,

“Y/N, you’re pregnant?”

You started tearing up. You nodded, and gently guided his hand over to your belly.

“Meet tiny, Jiyong.”

You leaned closer to your belly.

“Tiny, that’s appa.”

He was teary eyed when he asked,

“So I’m going to be a father?”

“Yes, Jiyong. Yes, you are.”

He left his hand on your belly, being very gentle when he pulled you closer and kissed you. He pulled away, letting his forehead rest against yours as he whispered,

“I love you Y/N.”

You held his face and gently wiped away the stray tears.

“I love you too Jiyong.”

-----

Later that night, the two of you lay curled up in bed, all wrapped up in a blanket. He had his arm around you as you rested your head on his chest. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, unable to believe the news he had just received. He stroked your hair and kissed your hand before asking,

“When Y/N?”

“The night before you left.”

“So, it’s been five months?”

“Yes.”

“How long have you known?”

“Four months.”

“Who else knows?”

“Just Hyorin, Youngbae and my sister.”

He pouted.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

You smiled and kissed his nose.

“Because I wanted to surprise you with good news when you got back. Also, you’d have wanted to come home but wouldn’t have been able to and that would have killed you.”

Jiyong looked so heartbroken.

“But I missed so much!”

You hated that he was feeling that way. You took his face in your hands and said,

“Listen to me Jiyong. I know this is awful but even if I had told you earlier, there’s nothing you would have been able to do. I knew you’d feel this way, so…”

His eyes lit up.

“You’ve planned something?”

“Open your drawer. You’ll find flash drives full of pictures and videos from every month of pregnancy in there for you.”

“God, I love you. Y/N, will you marry me?”

Suddenly, you felt both emotional and annoyed.

“Are you serious? You asked me to marry you when I’m bloated and pimply?”

He quickly kissed you before replying,

“Yes, because no matter how bloated or pimply you are, you are always going to be the most beautiful woman in the world to me and I’ll always want to be married to you. Now will you please stop me from panicking and answer my question?”

All your annoyance and anger dissipated. Nodding happily, you replied,

“Yes, yes I will.”

You went ring shopping the next day. Both you and Jiyong picked pale gold rings with a single, clear emerald in the middle.

-----

A week later, the two of you were sitting at the table, glaring at each other suspiciously. You cleared your throat and began.

“Okay, so let’s start the negotiation.”

He nodded.

“First off, I want you to do the pregnancy diet with me.”

“What?! Nooo.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s horrible.”

“Yes, it is. But I’m doing it. And who got me here?”

Sounding so awfully resigned, he said,

“Me.”

“So, you’ll do it then?”

“Can I break it if you’re not around?”

Your eyes narrowed.

“Pregnant women don’t get to break it Jiyong.”

He shivered under your gaze.

“God, you’re scary.”

He mumbled later, almost as an afterthought.

“Is it weird that I find that hot?”

You winked at him.

“We’ll see about that later. Now your turn.”

He took a deep breath and started.

“I want Youngbae and Hyorin to be tiny’s godparents.”

“Agreed.”

“I think so because-Wait what?”

“I agree.”

“Oh okay. Great!”

And he grinned a stunningly disarming grin at you, making you grin back unwittingly. You shook your head, brain clouded with thoughts of Jiyong and his stupid, charming grin, and said,

“I want to get married after the baby.”

He paused and nodded.

“Okay Y/N. Why?”

“I don’t want to make too many changes at once. Let’s have our baby, get used to everything and then get married.”

He took a few minutes to think about it.

“Okay. Let’s do that. I’m happy with that too.”

He paused to hold your hand. He could tell you were nervous about how he would react to that.

“Listen Y/N. I meant what I said. I will always want to marry you and it doesn’t matter if it’s a little later as long as we’re together.”

You squeezed his hand, grateful that he was in your life. He continued.

“Okay. I want to make the pregnancy public.”

You were shocked. Your relationship wasn’t even public. You weren’t married. And you knew what kind of reactions things would get. Jiyong saw the look on your face and squeezed your hand again, reassuring you.

“Y/N, this is big. And you know how the media gets. They’ll find out anyway. It’s better if we tell them that we’re expecting and then keep things private.”

“Ji, but the backlash, the hate, how are we going to handle that?”

“We will tell them we want it to be private and my manager will handle the hate. This is our life. These are our choices. And they don’t get a say in them.”

You still looked kind of unsure.

“Y/N, trust me on this.”

You looked at him, staring at his determination for a few seconds before giving in.

“Okay fine. I trust you. We can do this.”

You took a deep breath and started.

“Okay, I need you to be in the room with me every step of the way for the birth. And I need you to attend all my birthing classes and do all of that with me.”

Jiyong looked shocked. He got up from his seat, knelt before you and hugged you.

“Y/N, why is that even a demand? Of course I’ll be there. I would never not be there. Why would you have to ask me?”

You bit your lip.

“Nothing. It’s just that in my family, no one ever did that. It was considered ‘unmanly’. I just needed to make sure.”

“Love, I will always be there, every step of the way. Fuck what they said about it being ‘unmanly’. That’s horrible. I could never let you do that alone.”

You smiled, feeling a weight off your chest. Jiyong hugged you and sat back down. He looked nervous, and when he opened his mouth, you understood why

“I want you to work for shorter hours.”

Immediately, you were on edge.

“Jiyong, I run my own event planning company. I can’t work less.”

“You know you can. You could just ask Natasha to take over for a while. You are partners.”

“But she does better with the finance of it. And I can work! It’s not strenuous or anything.”

Jiyong’s eyebrows shot up.

“Sweetheart, look me in the eyes and tell me that’s true. I’ve seen the way you pull all nighters and stress yourself out to get the perfect event. You always do, but you can’t risk messing up your health now. You need rest.”

You knew he was right, but you hated it. You pouted and got whiny.

“Nooo Jiyong.”

“Y/N, I’m not telling you to stop working completely. I’m just saying that maybe you shouldn’t undertake any new projects and oversee them personally for a while. Do what Natasha does. Check in from time to time and make sure the final product is good. You have some really great people working with you. They can handle this.”

You sighed. You knew he was right. once you started, you loved to deep dive into things. It was better if you stayed away from a bunch of projects for a while.

“Okay fine. You’re right. I’ll talk to Natasha tomorrow.”

He hugged you, bombarding you with kisses.

“I know. Now, you wanna go switch things up in the bedroom?”

And as you laughed, he carried you to the bedroom, whispering things into your ear that made you blush.

-----

You held his hand as you walked into the clinic together. It was Jiyong’s first visit to the clinic and you were going to find out the gender of your baby. He was so nervous and it was adorable. You had shown him all the sonograms you had but nothing ever truly explains it like being there in person. You were in the waiting room, amused, watching him freak out reading all the birth magazines there.

“Y/N, oh god. We’re not prepared. We’re not ready for this at all. Do we want a water birth? What is a doula? Why do I not know any of this?!”

You let him ramble for a few minutes before grabbing his face and kissing him.

“Jiyong. Listen to me. We’ve got this. We’ll figure this out. It’s okay.”

You smiled at him, watching his face relax into a smile too. It was just then that the nurse called you in.

You lay there, watching him with rapt eyes as the doctor showed him your baby. Tiny. Jiyong was hearing your baby’s heartbeat for the first time. And your eyes filled up with tears looking at the way Jiyong was crying. You reached for his hand, pulling him a little closer to wipe some of the tears away. Your doctor coughed softly, making both of you turn to look at her.

“Your tiny is a girl. Congratulations!”

Jiyong sat down next to you, crying as he rested his hands over your belly. He looked at you, wide-eyed.

“Our daughter.”

“Yes Jiyong, our daughter. Our baby.”

-----

You were hungry, you were grumpy and you felt like crying. You couldn’t see your feet anymore. It was 4 in the morning, you were waiting alone at home for Jiyong to get back. Why was he taking so long? All he had to do was get you your favourite crepes and come back home so that you could cuddle and not be hangry any more. You groaned. You were so annoyed. At the back of your head, a small voice reminded you that you did just wake up Jiyong at 3 and forced him to go get you, a terrifyingly pregnant woman, crepes from a place that was probably closed. Your anger melted a little and you started to feel bad for waking him up. So bad that in a few minutes, you were biting your lips and curled up in a bed under a blanket, a cocoon of sadness. You were about to delve deeper into your sadness when you heard him walk in. a tired, sleepy voice called out,

“Y/N, my love, I got you your crepes.”

As he walked into the bedroom with the crepes in one hand, you pulled him into a hug. Sounding very apologetic, you said,

“Sorry for this Ji. You must be tired.”

He ruffled your hair before starting to feed you the crepes.

“No no Y/N, don’t apologise. I should always be doing this. Besides, I would have been much more annoyed if the owner didn’t take pity on me and make me some crepes after all my begging.”

-----

You were now thirty-five weeks pregnant and everything hurt. Your stomach was huge. Your back hadn’t stopped hurting in months. Your feet were aching. And most importantly, your head was killing you. it hurt so much that you couldn’t sleep. When you tossed and turned for the millionth time, Jiyong finally sat up with a sigh.

“What’s wrong love?”

You could barely manage to mumble,

“My head hurts. A lot. Jiyong, would you mind speaking softly?”

Jiyong sighed again and got up from bed. Again, you managed to mumble,

“Are you going to sleep somewhere else?”

But he was too far away to hear. He came back five minutes later with a cup of peppermint tea. He gently helped you up and gave it to you, shooting you a tired smile.

“Drink it. It’ll help.”

You mumbled a grateful thanks but he could barely hear you. You were about to crawl back into bed to deal with the pain as usual, but he stopped you.

“Wait. Hold on, let’s try something.”

He climbed in first and helped you into bed, positioning himself just a tad bit higher than you so that you could curl into him. As soon as you got comfortable, he gently began massaging your head, easing the tension in your temples. Before you could mumble a confused bunch of questions, he rubbed your back, comforting you.

“Shhh love. I got this.”

-----

You were in the hospital, staring up at the ceiling while Jiyong held your hand, hissing through the pain of those damn contractions. Why, oh why did you not get an epidural? Oh yeah, you were scared of needles. There was ‘calming’ music playing in the background, a nervous move by Jiyong to try and make things better, which was only annoying you. Birds chirping was not calming if you had developed a newfound hatred for birds. And so much pain. Oh god, so much pain. You breathed heavily when they stopped, grateful for the small release. Just as you managed to calm down, they started again. You squeezed Jiyong’s hand so hard, it was white. You could see him wincing, but you couldn’t help it. When they stopped again, you were out of it. You felt Jiyong lightly wipe your forehead clean of sweat. You turned to him, surprised to find him crying.

“Why’re you crying Ji?”

“Because you’re in pain, love.”

“Aww Jiyong – Nope, they’re starting again. Jiyong, this is all your fault.”

-----

Seven hours later, you were exhausted, but you lay there with Jiyong standing beside you, staring down at the tiny bundle against your chest, her small hand holding his finger. You could barely move, but you turned towards Jiyong and your baby, your tiny, who was finally here. You and Jiyong looked each other and nodded. Jieun was home.

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