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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 3 months

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hi could you maybe do that yn is a gymnast and she falls and gets a concussion and lando takes care of her (i reqeust this because i have a concussion rn and i have to cope lol)

It Was Your Stupid Idea - LN

Ok, as I always do, I'm going to put a bit of a twist on this that involves Lando sort of being the reason for the concussion and it's going to be more that the reader is a former gymnast, like they did it when they were younger and it got serious but then they kind of just couldn't compete and keep up with people who were alongside her. It's also going to be maybe a little funnier and maybe stupider than you might've expected (at least imo)

Lando is a fan of y/n's flexibility thanks to her previous pursuing of gymnastics. He also loves seeing her try to maintain it and not lose any of her skills.

A favourite way that Lando likes to help her is by daring her to do stupid things that showcase her talent.

They're currently in Miami meaning they're in the stadium turned paddock and right now the couple are with Oscar, Alex, Alex's girlfriend Lily and Logan. All of them sort of hiding from the teams since they have some free time.

"I dare you to do some balance beam moves on the railing." Lando smirks as they sit in some of the stadium seats.

This isn't something that anyone within the group is unfamiliar with, aside from maybe Oscar and Logan since they're still pretty new to the F1 norms.

Y/n looks at the railing standing up and somewhat testing the ability to hold her weight.

"Alright, just come help for a second." She nods with the same smile that everyone knows to be as mischievous as Lando's smile. The two have a bit of a reputation of being a chaotic duo.

Lando stands up helping her up to stand on railing, not moving till she lets go first and is certain she has her balance.

"You got it?" Lando checks, he might make the stupid dares but he also wants to make sure she's not just doing it on his demand.

"Yeah, I'm good." She nods before seeming to test out her balance with a couple steps.

She stretches out her arms managing to do a few handstand forward roll then doing one backwards. Everyone has to admit she's got impressive skill, but really more than one sat watching notice Lando is in complete awe if his girlfriend.

It's actually a beautiful moment.

Or it is till in a sudden turn she loses her footing and while Lando has quick reactions, he can't move fast enough to stop her from trying to catch herself but instead hitting her head on the way down. The echo of her head hits the metal actually making the entire railing ring earning some attention from those in the paddock.

"Oh fucking hell." Y/n winces, rubbing her head while Lando rushes to his quickly paling girlfriend.

Though apparently some shock sets in because she goes nearly green. But in a moment that Lando is sure she's going to be sick, instead she passes out and sends the rest of the group into a panic.

"Shit." Lando groans before Oscar moves over mumbling that they should get her to the medical centre.

So after a very rushed trip that is full of very uncertain look as they carry his unconscious girlfriend who alarmingly hasn't stirred from the depth of sleep.

"She feel and hit her head, then turned green and passed out." Lando explains as the doctor checks her pupils with a torch and that's when life jumps back into her.

Though she nearly launches herself off the bed seconds later when she it his with a wave of nausea leaving a nurse to rush over with a bed pan since the medical centre is essentially a make shift hospital.

"Alright, sweetheart. That's ok." The nurse soothes as she rubs her back before slowly easing the young woman back as she seems to stop vomiting.

"Sorry, y/n. Is it alright if I just check a couple thing?" The doctor asks making her nod a little just shining the torch in her pupils he sees unimpressed. "You definitely have a concussion. Can you just explain to me what happened? Do you remember?"

"I was...doing beam gymnastics on the railing." Y/n sighs while looking at Lando who looks guilty but also like he's trying really hard not to laugh making her bite back a grin trying not to let a giggle trying to fight it's way. "I'm fine. I think it was just the shock."

"Y/n, you have a serious head injury. We're sending you out for scans to make sure there's no risk of a bleed or permanent damage." The doctor states sternly making both y/n and Lando's smile and withheld laughter drop.

"Don't." Y/n demands when Lando moves to go with her. "You can't leave and you know you can't."

"I'm not leaving you to go to the hospital without me when-"

"It was your stupid idea." Y/n smiles before sighing. "I'll be fine and back before you know it."

"Call me as soon as the tests are done." Lando demands earning a smile and nod before he leans over kissing her. "I'm not going anywhere till they actually take you out of here."

So Lando sticks by her till they get her in a car to the hospital. She goes in for her CT scan and after a few more tests they put her int he clear but warn her to be especially careful for the next couple weeks. Strict instructions of no gymnastics.

By the time she gets back to the paddock and to the McLaren unit, she's arriving at the end of a video they're recording.

"Oh my baby." Lando grins moving towards her and picking her up in a tight hug. "How's the head?"

"Mmm...10/10, you've never complained so far." Y/n grins earning which honestly Lando just has to laugh before she sighs. "I'm all good. No gymnastics or head for a while. Will you be able to live?"

"Stop being so filthy, did that head trauma like flip a switch I didn't know you had?" Lando laughs then sighing as he moves his hand up and feels exactly where the bump form her hitting her head is.

"Ah! Ow. It still hurts if you touch it you, bloody muppet." Y/n hisses flinching from his touch while he frowns. "Don't pull that face, I'm fine."

"Lando, we need to finish up the video." One of the marketing girls states making him look at her turning back and kissing y/n quickly.

"Stay."

Y/n salutes him watching him return to essentially finish up the video before they are given the ok to leave and Lando moves to pick her up again carrying her into the hospitality unit.

The whole weekend Lando wanted y/n in sight of him even making sure she was in a spot where he could see her from the cockpit meaning only when he was actually on track was she out of sight.

"How's your head?" Will asks looking at y/n as she sits on the seat beside him in since Jose is out on the pit wall. "He's asking Jose."

"It's fine. No headaches." She smiles while Jon pats her back. He's somewhat on babysitting duty while Lando is actually racing.

Will gives her a thumbs up and passes on the message.

Lando ends up just short of making the podium but it does mean he gets to see y/n quicker, ending up carrying her around on his back till he has to go to media and do the debrief. Thankfully neither of which takes very long so he's carrying her out of the paddock after a quick shower.

"I know I shouldn't encourage you. But I'm loving all this attention."

"Really? My girlfriend who relishes in love and attention is loving all this love and attention. I never would've guessed it." Lando hums as she gets down from his back and he opens the passenger door for her though he smiles when she leans over the top of the door and kisses him.

By the time they get to the hotel Lando makes sure they are cuddled up in the bed and while she watches the movie, he's watching her the whole time, only flicking to the movie in case she wants to talk about it like she usually does when they watch a movie together.

"You're so beautiful." Lando comments after nearly an hour of silence and it just makes her turn looking at him for a moment.

"You're beautiful too." Y/n smiles softly then pausing. "We're a pretty beautiful couple."

"Yeah, we are." Lando hum managing to move and kiss her as she lifts herself up to meet him part way.

The next two weeks are Lando fussing over her to an extent that he's' not apologetic for and y/n is not apologetic for being completely happy to have all of Lando's love and attention.

It's when she is given the ok from the doctor (on Lando's demand) and she does get to practice gymnastics again in a proper gym and he watches her very closely, acting as her spot with everything she does and checking she's alright every time she moves onto something else.

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em-dash-press · 7 months

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Ways to Skip Time In Your Stories

Finding ways to skip time in stories can feel challenging. Writers often worry it’ll make their work feel too amateur or negatively affect their pacing.

The truth is that every author includes ways they skip time to maintain their pacing and plot. Check out a few ways to do it with confidence.

1. Start a New Chapter

Yes, it’s really that simple. Go back to your favorite books and note how each chapter ends. You’ll likely find a few of these tricks that transition the story in ways that match the story’s flow.

Ideas to End a Chapter

The protagonist goes to sleep (likely overused, but practical)

The characters end a conversation

One character informs another of a plot twist

Unexpected action occurs, like a car crash

2. Emphasize the Season

You don’t need to tell the reader exact dates or hours to pass the time. You could mention the season instead.

If a scene or chapter ends in the summer and you need your plot to start in winter, make your protagonist mention something about the leaves changing color and giving way to snow before your action picks up again. It will only take a sentence or two, so it’s also an effective method for short stories.

3. Visualize a Movie Montage

Imagine watching a movie about a character who goes on a summer adventure. They backpack through Europe, but they have to take a flight to get there.

You likely wouldn’t see them standing in airport security lines, napping in a terminal or watching a full movie on their flight to their destination. Instead, you’d get a montage of them driving to the airport with a shot of their plane cruising over the open ocean.

Writers can do the same thing, minus the soundtrack in the background. Describe how your character got to their destination when a new chapter or scene starts. Your readers will get the general idea and appreciate getting straight to the plot that made them pick up your story in the first place.

Here are a few ideas to do this in just a few sentences:

One delayed flight and a bad airplane dinner later, I was walking out of the Amsterdam-Schiphol Airport with an aching back and excited heart.

My trip began with the perfect flight. I got an entire row of seats to myself, which made napping through the trip much easier. A flight attendant roused me awake when it was time to land. I couldn’t believe how fast I’d arrived in Athens that quickly.

My flight was just long enough to catch up on the movies I’d been missing over the last year. The landing gear bounced along the runway in Rome just as the Barbie credits started flashing across my iPad.

4. Showcase Some Confusion

Sometimes we aren’t aware of what time it is. We only know time has passed. That might be the best way to make time pass in your story if your protagonist gets confused, caught by surprise, or otherwise discombobulated.

These are some examples:

I woke up with a bad taste in my mouth. The sun was already peaking in the clear blue sky. How long had it been since my explosive video call with my ex the night before?

The time machine landed with a thud that knocked me to the ground. The control panel exploded in shimmering sparks. What year was it?

Working a double shift always left my brain spinning. I left work, walking across the parking lot with only the stars watching my back. I could feel the hours aching in my feet, but didn’t care what time it really was. I just needed to sleep.

5. Employ a Phrase

There are many quick phrases you can use to make your time jumps immediately clear. Consider using a few of these when you feel creatively stuck:

Later that morning

A few weeks later

After months of trying

Six hours later

The following week

As the store closed for the night

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There are many other ways to make time pass in a story. Starting with these could help you figure out the best way to move your story forward without disrupting its pacing.

Remember, you’re in control of your story at all times. There’s always a way through creative challenges if you take a deep breath and try something new.

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rs-hawk · 2 months

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I'm obsessed with bestie's werewolf brother 😍!!!

Your writing is so good and effortless! Just found your page and I'm so happy I did.

How would bwb react if he can't spend enough time with you because you and your bestie are always hanging out? Even if you still see him just about every day? Would he get jealous of even his sister?

He doesn’t want to be jealous of his sister. He knows there’s nothing going on. She has a wonderful mate and you’re clearly into him… but the fact you still spend more nights at her house than his. The fact that you’ve let her sleep in your bed for years and let her go right back to it when you become friends. The fact that there are many times you smell more like her than him, especially with you wearing her clothes all the time, he can’t help that insecure jealousy from springing up.

Then you’re planning a weekend trip with her? You and him haven’t even taken a vacation together yet. Why do you want to leave him for three whole entire days just to hang out with another wolf??

You reassure him that you just want some girl time. You love him to bits but you just want to have some fun with a friend. He can’t understand it. Plus, there will be other wolves there. What if they don’t know you’re claimed and try flirting with you? Wearing his jacket isn’t going to be enough.

You assure him everything will be fine. Besides, his sister will be there. If you even flirted with someone she would probably bite your head off. The thought of you flirting with anyone else makes his blood run hot. Now he’s not just jealous of his sister, who’s going to get to spend three whole days with you alone, but the thought of what other wolves might get to see or do to/with you.

The night before your trip, you invite him over. He’s still mopey, even when you’re pressed up against him and falling asleep. He grunts and whines before giving in and wrapping his arms around you. You snuggle your head under his chin and into his chest. All he can think of is someone else touching you. Someone else not knowing you’re his.

Before he can really think about it, you’re rolled over onto your stomach, face pressed into the pillow as he mounts you. You sleepily whine out as his massive cock bullies against your cervix. Giving you no time to warm up or to get adjusted to his size. He’s nipping and licking at your neck, shifting more and more as he thrusts into you. You’re so full you feel dizzy, even before he forced his knot inside of you, cumming so deeply that you can feel your stomach extending, pressing you more against the bed.

“Baby,” you groan as you try to pull off of him, the slight tug making you stop.

“Everyone will know you’re mine. You’ll smell like me the whole trip,” he says almost triumphantly as he lays on you, kissing and rubbing his face against your neck.

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jingsyuans · 1 year

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HIIIII! may i request for jing yuan teasing reader so much that they ended up kissing him??? and they’re still not in a relationship so pining and stuff 🥹

a/n: thank you for your request 🤍

no pronouns or gender described for reader.

⚝──⭒─ Jing Yuan ; tease ─⭒──⚝

The Xianzhou Luofu is a peaceful place. Under impressive calculation and insight, the ship was led with a steady hand that knew how to avoid meaningless bloodshed and keep your kind’s goal ever so close. To live miraculously, not needlessly.

But that’s not to say the general leading the ship was without his own faults and quirks.

Out of all the places you’ve traveled in the Xianzhou alliance, you find yourself most satisfied when you’re stationed on the Luofu. It’s peaceful here. The general, however, was an entirely different story.

You could name at least five different general’s in the alliance that were more professional and easier to handle than Jing Yuan. And there were only seven general’s total.

It’s not that he was a bad guy. No, that wasn’t it at all- you think rather highly of Jing Yuan and you trust his leadership and judgement. It’s just when it came to personal matters and your own relationship with him, it was… how do you put it into words?

A sudden wisp of air blows by your ear and you startle out of your thoughts, nearly falling out of your seat. But two hands steadily hold the back of your chair, a pair of lips smiling next to your ear. “Miss me, lieutenant?”

“Jing Yuan!” You snap your head back to look at your general, who looks a little too happy with your reaction. As always. With a hand moving up to your ear, you growl at him- “I told you to stop doing that!”

“But you startle so easily, lieutenant,” he bemoans, moving some of his weight onto the back of your chair and making you unsteady. “I’m only worried for you. You should always be on high alert, I’m merely helping you.”

“Blowing on my ear while I focus on paperwork that you should be doing isn’t helping,” you deadpan. He doesn’t look bothered by your attitude, just smiling along with a sigh.

“Hmm… maybe you’re right.”

This was the sort of relationship you had with him, which you could of never expected. Jing Yuan just loved to mess with you, finding you during his spare time and poking at all your buttons to rile you up. And it’s honestly not all that bad, just childish games, but…

But he was your superior, and… he’s Jing Yuan, someone that’s undeniably powerful and attractive. Having all his attention on you, looking at you like that- it’s just not fair. That’s why you tried to put your foot down several times, but he never quite listened to you.

Infuriating. He’s beautiful and infuriating and there’s really nothing you can do about it.

So your weeks are always hectic, despite the overall peace on the ship. One day, your general is calling you over to share lunch with him only to make you sit still while he feeds you portions of his food (you hated that, he stared at you so intensely the entire time and you still have no idea what on earth he was trying to achieve by that), and then the next he’s dragging his fingers across your back and making you shiver, and when you look back he’s got his hands at his sides and playing innocent.

But you know he’s anything but innocent. He’s playing with your heart at this point, and you just keep letting him.

Except now… now you might be losing it a little bit.

His games with you had been endless recently. You aren’t sure what made him wake up one morning and decide to mess with you nonstop, but you’re starting to lose sleep over it. The- the blowing in the ear? It wasn’t even the start of his nonsense.

He’d trip you while you walked just to catch you in his arms, he’d make you sit with him while he did paperwork and all he’d do is stare at you the whole time. He’s even started to call you loving names.

Maybe that was your limit. When he started calling you sweetheart, dear one, darling. That was just too cruel, teasing you with what you could never have. Giving you the picture of reciprocation and love that could never be.

You wanted to settle this matter diplomatically. Sit down with him, tell him you were uncomfortable, and you knew Jing Yuan would stop. His games were supposed to amuse (him, mostly, but still) and not hurt. If he knew you felt bent out of shape about it, he’d take a step back.

But then he just did it again before you could even start. Right when you approached him at his desk, his golden eye gleaming and he leaned forward with his arms on his desk, hands clasped together.

“Oh, there you are, dear. You know, I was just thinking about you.” He smiles at you in that way he does, when he says things he doesn’t mean.

You try. You try to stay civil. “General Jing Yuan, I just need you to know that-“

“General Jing Yuan?” He interrupts you completely, eyebrows flying up his forehead. “Using the full title huh? I thought we were closer than that, or maybe you’re really serious.” Getting up from his chair, he starts to round the desk.

You clench your fists at your sides. “General, I-“

“You really can’t use my name?” Jing Yuan fully rounds the desk, approaching you slowly with an amused expression on his face and hands behind his back. He still thinks this is a joke. “I know you can. Drop the title. Your general demands it, if that’s what it takes.”

“… Jing Yuan, I want you to know that-“

“Ah, there it is. My name’s never sounded sweeter,” he smiles gleefully, and once he’s in front of you, he chuckles. “Alright. Thank you for adhering to my request, lieutenant. What do you need?”

You stare at him. You stare and stare and stare, because words have escaped you and suddenly you’re just angry. Angry at him. Angry at yourself.

Angry about the fact you want him so bad.

And as an amazing tactician as Jing Yuan is, somehow he doesn’t realize you’re angry. He just leans into your space, that coy look still on his face as he tilts his head. “At a loss for words, lieutenant?” He asks. “You’re not falling for me, are you?”

That’s it. That’s it! He wants to play married couple? Fine. He gets the whole package deal, then.

In what could only be a moment of insanity, your hands raise to hold either side of his face, tilting his head so he’s at your height when you swoop in and kiss him. And oh, you put your everything into that kiss. All your weight, your energy, your anger. You can feel Jing Yuan’s body tense under your touch when you first put your lips on his, a muffled sound of surprise escaping his mouth before you swallow it up. Taking multiple steps closer to him until you have him against his own desks, his hands grasping onto the surface to keep himself steady as you kiss him full.

You only stop once you need a breath of air. And once the air comes in and reaches your brain, you realize all at once what a complete idiot you are. You just kissed your general. Your superior.

You kissed Jing Yuan, who’s looking at you with his eyes blown wide open and his chest heaving to take back all the air you stole right out from under him.

It’s almost funny. He’s always so composed- you’ve never seen him look like this before.

It serves him right.

“I want you to stop teasing me, Jing Yuan,” you finally muster the courage to speak, knowing that he’s listening to your every word now. He’s paying more attention to you than ever before. Your hands still holding the sides of his jaw, you take a deep breath and will yourself to step away, bringing your hands away from him as you give him a hard look. “Stop saying things that you don’t really mean.”

Because then I might just kiss you again.

Your general blinks once, as if to reset his point of view, and he grows lax against his desk. Looks at you in a way you can’t really describe. “That’s fair,” he rasps, clears his throat. A hand wandering up to his jaw and smoothing over the skin. “I won’t say things that I don’t mean.”

“…Good.” Nodding curtly, you move to turn on your heel, thoroughly mortified with yourself for having done such a thing before Jing Yuan speaks up again.

“Though, maybe we got off on the wrong foot… because I don’t ever recall saying something that I didn’t mean, lieutenant.”

You turn back to look at him slowly, your eyebrows furrowed. You almost want to get angry again, but can’t find it in you. “What?”

He merely huffs through his nose in amusement, familiar smile creeping on his lips. “I don’t mind repeating myself, but not unnecessarily. You know that.”

“But you-“ this can’t be right. He’s messing with you again, isn’t he? “But you call me those names, and make me eat your food, and stare at me, and-“ he’s approaching you now. “And you touch me, and-“

There’s no reason for Jing Yuan to go to such lengths and tease someone he didn’t care about. He likes to waste his time, yes, but he only does so because he plans ahead. He sees things before they come and plans for the outcome and sets it in motion before people even realize what’s happening. Before you realize what’s happening.

You’re in his arms, swept up under his gaze just like always as he leans in and surrounds you with him. Him, only him. Eating up all your attention just like always. You’ve played right into his hands. Maybe not the way he exactly expected, but the outcome was what he was aiming for all the same.

“You want me,” you whisper. This time it’s your voice that’s a little hoarse. And Jing Yuan just smiles at you, so close to you that you can feel his warm breath on your cheeks.

“Immensely, dear.”

It seems that even after all this time that you’ve been alive, chasing after destiny… you still have a lot to grasp,

Especially when it comes to Jing Yuan.

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sabokunsmalia · 6 months

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ʚ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 (𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃) 𝗗𝗢 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 (𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 2) ɞ 𝖋𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: nami, god usopp, trafalgar law, eustass kid, portgas d. ace & sabo 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: nothing much except for pet names, sweet stuff, and gestures 𝖍𝖎 𝖎'𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖆: part two without having someone ask for it because I'm a sucker for law, sabo and kid, and had to expose my thoughts about that to the world!

ʚ cat burglar nami ɞ

↷ berry were nami's greatest treasure. she hoarded the green paper in different hideouts in the girls room, preparing for an ambush from another pirate crew. so, when you joined the straw hat crew, it turned out to be a surprise for the male's and robin when nami came back from a shopping trip and handed you the very first bag from the ones in her hand. she never gave anyone even the tiniest amount of berry, and if they agreed to pay her back, the deal carried high interest. the orange-haired woman might have been a heartwarming person towards people, but she became a greedy one when her treasures were involved. except for you, you could take all the money and she would still follow you with heart eyes.

↷ nami has been part of the straw hat crew for almost decades. she was the first women to experience how unlogical luffy's choices sometimes were, how often zoro lost his way, how many lies usopp could tell in a day and how sanji named his attacks after french meals. so on a particular rough day, when she swallows down the stress so easily after practising for years to not let their dumbness get to her, she decides you need a long bath to relax. and she runs you one without hesitation or even warning you about it. a bubble bath, the smell of fresh rose petals from robin's flower beds spread through the room as your hand was placed in nami's warm palm. leading you towards the stairs, she smiled when you let your towel fall and stepped inside, almost immediately a satisfied groan escaped your throat. and nami, she was extremely satisfied with herself.

↷ most of the things you drank, or the pies you ate and loved so much, were made by nami with the help of sanji. after the man accepted that his chances with the navigator have vanished since you joined the grew, the cook helped nami to create the sweetest desserts for you. and hell, she was desperate to receive the praise from your mouth as the sweet orange juice of the first bite lingered on your tongue. oh, nami loved to watch your face twist in pleasure, her hands underneath her chin and the elbows on her knees as she sat beside you. just the little words about her cooking skills were enough to make her day and paint a smile on her lips, gathering another tad of courage to try a much more difficult recipe. but never forgetting the oranges.

ʚ god usopp ɞ

↷ oh, usopp knows how the adventures sometimes frighten you, and he's there, to hold your hand and always put a smile back on your face. he would make a fool out of himself a thousand times to ensure your mood was lifted again. when you did not get enough sleep because someone from another room was being awake all night and literally screaming through the corridors, usopp pulled the blanket back above your bodies and hugged you tighter while cuddling you back to sleep. when your stomach grumbled and you were especially hungry, usopp would fire up sanji to cook faster because his princess could die. totally overreacting but that was exactly the way he was. especially when it comes to you.

↷ imagine being in those muscular arms for an entire day, and i promise, once there is no fight and no enemies in sight, usopp will have his arms wrapped around you. sometimes around your waist from behind, pulling your back flush against his chest. sometimes over your shoulders and pulling you into an entire cuddle session. usopp could not keep his hands away from your irresistible self and beautiful soul. the sniper used any chance given to spend a free minute with you, either on deck, in his little workshop or any other place. life as a pirate was dangerous, life could end the next day or even minute. not being by your side, touching you, feeling your soft skin under his rough fingertips, it would be a great regret for the sniper.

↷ usopp loved to exit his workshop, walk towards the deck and find you on one of the loungers or maybe at the railing, wearing one of his hats or even glasses on top of your head. you were a beautiful sight for usopp before, but with his clothes or things attached to your stunning figure, he could faint each second. you looked so beautiful, and he would find a seat beside you. not one word was exchanged, usopp only kept staring at how pretty you made his things look with just wearing them. after almost too intense staring, the compliments would stumble out. a mess of words, mixed together in different compliments but most likely in a chaos of compliments where you had to find the right sentence together yourself. but you knew what he was like, and the flustered cheeks were enough for you to smile and laugh about the moment.

ʚ trafalgar d. law ɞ

↷ when the polar tang submerged and did not leave enough room to have a minute away from the stupid conversations between shachi and penguin, law invited you to join him in his office. none of the crew members visited him there, only knocking at the door once the ship emerged again, or they have found something special and rare. so, you were the only person allowed in his personal bubble. a room, filled with documents and books about the history and newspapers about a time before the surgeon even decided to become a pirate. he would occasionally glance up from the paragraph he was reading, seeing if you were alright or on the brink of exploding to ask him a question. oh, he could easily read it in the twisted features of your face.

↷ law was a man who worked way too many hours in his life. nights were for calm reading or planning the next steps ahead while the extrovert idiots of his crew were asleep instead singing or playing around. so, the doctor did not sleep enough but he always wanted to make sure that you were getting enough rest. mostly, you fell asleep on the couch in his office, as you were watching how his inked fingers flipped the pages of the book while never tearing his eyes off a particular important paragraph. and when he looked up to glance at you, law almost chuckled at the sweet sight in front of him. instead, he would place the book on the desk, and grabbed one of the large blankets that you adored so much. placing it over your body, he carefully wrapped the soft fabric around your body with a smile, and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before taking his seat in his chair again.

↷ this man has a very hard time sharing any romantic interactions in public. he was attractive, there was no need to deny the obvious, and it was too difficult to stay completely calm when a beautiful girl flirted with him. to avoid another argument or certainly the need to answer one of those desperate women, law only had to raise his arm. it might be small but the tattoo on the side of his ring finger revealed the deep romantic relationship he shared with you. your name, in capital letters, written along the length of his digit. a small tattoo with such a large and important meaning. obviously, he would ask you one day if you would do the same for him, and suddenly, the two of you have a special kind of partner ink. it was enough to know for the two of you, even if penguin and shachi always teased their captain about finally committing to someone.

ʚ eustass 'captain' kid ɞ

↷ kid's a rough man, he's always so loud and his voice is always accentuated by that particular grumpy growl coming from his throat. with you, the change was inevitable. not that he wasn't the violent man with the fight addiction and incomparable confidence anymore, but he started to calm down in your presence. mostly at night, when the victoria punk became a quiet place while the crew slept. mostly because there was too much booze drowned. kid drank a couple of glasses himself but his height allowed him to have more than others. staring off into the darkness, you shivered as the deep conversations between kid and you rolled on. and hell, he never thought he would have that kind of situation but he was so quick with shrugging off the warm feathery coat from his shoulders and placing them on yours. underneath the thick fabric, you almost disappeared as your arms slipped through the sleeves and never reached the end. the red-haired captain chuckled at the sight, but he also felt his heart beating faster at the same view.

↷ he always wears his red lipstick, mostly because he cares about looking presentable when it comes to such small things, but since you stepped into his life it had a different meaning for him. always making sure his lips were covered in red, kid's mouth traveled around your throat, along the line of your jaw and over your face. even around your cleavage, stomach and the insides of your thighs, leaving red lipstick marks along your delicate skin. even better, the marks of red accompanied by the blueish leftovers of his deep and rough bites. it was his favorite thing, marking you up to show off that you belonged to someone. oh, and how much he loved to explore your body another night, and find the same marks and color mix still peppered all across your soft skin. reminders of what he has done to you, reminders of a good night with him. reminders of his undying love for you.

↷ kid always loved to work with metal, he had a talent for creating and repairing things. with the devil fruit he ate, it just allowed him to work quicker, and even create much taller statues or weapons. he was dedicated to it, always seated in his workshop at the bench, putting together small pieces with his large hands while using his powers to keep them in place before putting them together. it was almost too beautiful to watch how creative and dedicated he was. but the most loving and beautiful part of his hobby became the fact that he always made a small present for you. a bracelet, to pull you towards him in dangerous situations or when he was just craving your touch so badly. a ring to confess his unyielding love to you, and make small promises at the same time. a beautiful hair clip when you were annoyed by your hair fluttering into your face while fighting. even the small dagger that was meant to protect your life in difficult moments, and was attached to your waist, was made by your beloved kid. the present's weren't always meant to be sweet, but they had an important meaning which was much more sincere.

ʚ portgas d. ace ɞ

↷ let's have an honest moment right here. it's definitely a hat thing for the asl brothers, and ace would be like luffy in that situation. the commander loved it when you wore his hat around the ship, playing with the strings while having a particularly interesting conversation with marco about further plans. obviously it wasn't only the hat he loved to share with you. some days his pearl chain disappeared before he woke up from a long nap, and he found you, wearing it as your belt for the new dress you bought on the last island. the sight was made in heaven for the fire fist. he surely could never get enough of seeing you, wearing his little accessories. one day, he would come back from a mission, bringing you a pearl necklace of your own and making sure they included the two smiley's which were present on his hat. ace wanted the two of you to look as much as partners as possible.

↷ oh, ace was such a touch greedy man. he always had to have you around somehow, when he was on the moby dick. since pops trusted him with many missions, ace was missing from the crew for days, or sometimes even weeks, as he tried to fulfill what pops told him to. so, when ace returned to the whitebeard crew, his first task was to look for you and find out if you were alright. hands always wrapped around your waist, his chin placed in the curve of your neck as he placed butterfly kisses along the side of your throat. hell, he didn't even let you go when pops asked for your opinion on something and took the blame for it afterwards. ace showed his love with physical touch, and he was way too addicted to having his fingertips feel the softness of your delicate skin. he knew it could be over or too late one day, and he wouldn't want to miss a chance.

↷ surely, you never had to confront the freezing cold with ace as your boyfriend. he would make sure to always prepare a fire when the crew settled down at the island. he always lit candles around the shared bedroom, knowing that if one fell to the side, he could easily kill the fire without doubts. and while laying in bed, the blankets not even thick enough to keep the bites of cold away from your shuddering body, all you had to do was scoot closer to your boyfriend's chest. sprawled out hands were placed on your waist, grabbing the flesh of your hips tightly as the warmth spread from his fingertips through your body. the shivers disappeared and the comfort settled in, as ace used his devil fruit power's to raise the temperature underneath the blanket and even of the entire bedroom. he wouldn't want you to get sick, and what better way to have those incredible powers than to use them for your comfort.

ʚ flame emperor sabo ɞ

↷ sabo was born a noble boy, and the choice of his clothing still kind of resembled the nobility of his former life. sure, he hated them. he despised how they treated humankind and put themselves above all. still his clothing remained. and you have never seen sabo in broad daylight, walking around without his gloves. they were his trademark, like the hat that always landed on your head when he was in a particularly difficult fight with an enemy. it was the same as his brothers, but this time, sabo usually carried the hat himself except for in those situations. also, the chief of staff would definitely buy you a pair of gloves yourself. thin fabric, almost see-through and a small bow on the side of your wrists. he would even help you put them on the very first time. so delicate and beautiful, just like the way he saw you. and well, he would buy a couple more pairs along the way or just bring them back with him.

↷ sabo would make sure he would give you a transponder snail. a way to always communicate with him when he was away, gathering important information or just advancing to save luffy from the enemies for another day. the revolutionary army was in possession of one transponder snail but it always stayed in dragon's office. sabo needed to hear your voice once in a while as he traveled across the vast ocean. just a simple greeting or a sweet confession from the other side of the transponder snail was enough to give sabo new strength. and he did not want to talk to five others before finally reaching you and only having limited time for a conversation. he needed you, needed the reassuring glint in your voice when you told him that he was going to be okay and come back home to you. all the words you said, the promises you made, turned sabo into an even stronger person than he has been before.

↷ sabo is a man who loves to spoil you, mostly with time together because he was always so damn busy as the chief of staff. second in command was a blessing, standing just underneath the leader, and having the chance to share his piece of mind. but it cost him time with you. so, sabo certainly tried his best to spend each free minute with you together. mostly, cooking a meal for the two of you, for a sweet candlelight dinner. going to a restaurant was impossible with the bounty which was on his head, knowing how many marines would bath in the glory of taking down the second in command of the revolutionary army. quality time was his kind of showing his love for you, and sabo's ways of cooking such a special dinner, with a glass of expensive wine and just a couple of hours for the two of you together, it was enough and a very pleasant surprise each and every single time.

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pahtoosh · 3 months

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Hi, I’m not sure if your requests are open at the moment, but I figured I’d try anyway!

Would you be willing to write about Stucky and their little having a day out together? Like going to the zoo, the aquarium, or perhaps go swimming? Whatever you feel like writing is fine, even it is an entirely different activity!

I absolutely adore your work, so I can’t wait to see where you will take this idea 🩷

sleeping with the fishes

[image ID: a gif of fish swimming. /.end ID]

masterlist

sfw but 18+

wc: ~780 words

warnings: lots of being picked up and carried, not proofread

a/n: thank you so much for your kind words! this is such a sweet request, it’s my favorite thing to just write about a fun and fluffy day😁i hope you enjoy this and that i didn’t make you wait too long😅

pairing: daddy!stucky x little!reader

summary: your daddies take you on a trip to the aquarium

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“Woah, woah! Slow your roll, fish patrol.”

“There’s no time, Baba! We have to go the ‘quarium!” It was almost unreal how quickly you were moving while simultaneously not getting any closer to the front door. You were running out to the car when Bucky stopped you with a grip on the back of your jacket. That didn’t stop you from jogging midair, though.

“Ah-quarium.” He plopped you onto the small bench in the entryway. “And I’m pretty sure there’s enough time for you to at least put on some shoes before we leave the house.”

Bucky kneeled in front of you so he could help you get on a pair of sneakers. He made sure to double knot the laces, knowing that you would have no patience for getting your shoes retied today.

“Dada! Are you almost ready?!” you shouted down the hall.

Steve sped walked out of your room with a backpack of stuff. “Almost! There’s a lot to pack for a full day out of the house.”

You whined and tried stomping your feet, forgetting that Bucky was still putting on your shoes.

“Hey, no whining and no kicking Baba,” Steve reprimanded. “We’ll get there with plenty of time to spare, baby. The fish aren’t going to swim away.”

“They might,” Bucky teased.

“Nooooo!”

“Buck, c’mon.”

Bucky grinned mischievously and gave you ticklish kisses on your face before helping you off the bench. “I’m only kidding, angel. Let’s get you in the car and buckled up while we wait for Dada.”

After what felt like a million hours, you were finally at the aquarium. Your daddies went over some safety rules while you were still in the car and once you showed that you understood, it was go time.

There were so many exhibits to discover. The tanks seemed to go on forever, all with different species of fish, snails, crabs, turtles, and other animals that you’d never seen before.

The aquarium offered something for the whole family. Still a science nerd, Bucky enjoyed reading the information cards placed by the tanks. Some of the animals and their habits reminded him so much of the aliens he read about in his sci fi novels. Steve was keeping a mental note of the animals he wanted to draw for you later. He even took pictures of a few to serve as a reference. Meanwhile, you practically had your nose pressed on the glass, just admiring the fish with an overwhelming sense of wonder.

When you saw something especially cool, you’d tug on the sleeve of your nearest daddy and point. You couldn’t just witness something so special and not share it. One of the best moments was when you pointed out a scuba diver in the large tank to your Dada. The diver noticed you and started a game of rock, paper, scissors through the glass.

One of the safety rules for the day was that you had to either wear a leash backpack or hold a daddy’s hand the whole time. In the beginning, you chose to hold hands, but then you switched to the backpack for more freedom(and because your daddies either walked too slowly or had no idea which tanks were ones to stop and stare at and which ones just needed a quick glance).

You could’ve stayed at the aquarium forever, but eventually it was time to go home. Steve and Bucky could tell you were getting sleepy. You got a little more clumsy, often getting tangled in your backpack leash, and asked them to hold you more often. Your daddies suspected that some of the requests to be carried had nothing to do with needing to see from a higher point, and much to do with your tired legs.

“This was the last tank, bubba. Now we’re going to the gift shop and then going home, okay?” Steve said.

You sighed. “Okay, Dada. Can I take a picture of the jellyfish first? Please?”

“Yes you can, baby. Good manners.” Steve held you still while you took a photo of the jellyfish tank with your camera.

As the three of you went to the gift shop, you asked Bucky to hold your camera so you could hold your hands behind Steve’s neck and place your head on his shoulder. He of course said yes. Your Baba also snapped a sneaky shot of Steve carrying sleepy little you using your camera.

You were practically already dozing off by the time you made it to the gift shop, but your daddies still went in and asked if you wanted anything to remember this trip by. You ended up leaving with a beluga whale plush, which you cuddled with the entire way home.

#inspiration has struck!!#stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #oneshot #fluff #sfw regression #agere fic #marvel agere #littlespace fics #sleeping with the fishes #sleeping-with-the-fishes #toosh writes #little being carried

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babydollmarauders · 1 year

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KIDS — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

FAITHLYNN’S 500 CELLY!

🌷: “They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.” & “That was kind of hot.” & “How is my wife more badass than me?” with Jack.

warnings: toxic mother (readers mom), profanity

as a mom, one of my biggest pet peeves is when someone else tries to parent my children. it happens most often with my own mother. she and i never had a great relationship, and i thought it may get better now that i have my own kids, but i was wrong, it’s only gotten worse.

she makes passive aggressive comments about Jack and i’s parenting choices, tries to undermine my decisions, and has even completely disregarded my words completely. but the real cherry on top is what’s happening right now.

Jack just got back from a roadie, and he was spending time with the kids when my mom showed up at our house. when i asked her what she was doing here, she said that she ‘thought i might need some help with the kids while Jack slept’. which rubbed me the wrong way because first of all, she knows he always sleeps on the plane so that he can play with Eli and Luella when he gets home; and second of all, she acts as if i don’t take care of my children all on my own the entire time he’s traveling.

“mom, what the hell?” i stage whisper, standing across from her in the kitchen. i glance out the kitchen doorway towards the living room, where Jack lays on the floor on his stomach, between our four year old and two year old, coloring with them. “you know full well that we’re perfectly fine.”

“well, i just wasn’t sure. you know, he spends so little time with them already, and he just got back from a long trip, i figured he would be tired. so i came over to take care of them so he could sleep.” she feigns innocence, raising her hands up in mock surrender.

“do you realize how bad he already feels about being away from them? he does the best that he can in order to spend as much time with them as possible, and you coming here, just assuming that he’d be giving up any time he has with them, is rude and disrespectful.” i tell her.

“well now that i’m here, i’d like to spend some time with my grandchildren.” she says.

“fine. whatever.” i storm out of the kitchen, and Jack’s head pops up when i walk back into the living room. his eyebrows raise at the sight of my irritated expression and i shake my head to tell him that i don’t wanna talk about it. his attention is pulled away when Eli calls for him, telling him to look at his drawing, and Jack praises our son’s art skills.

my mother follows me into the living room, and Luella stands to come show me her picture.

“look! mommy!” i crouch down, looking at her page of multicolored scribbles.

“it’s amazing, Lu! you did such a good job!” i tell her, my smile wide as i clap for her. she giggles and turns to show her grandmother the drawing, but my mom pays no attention to the art.

“oh, Luella.” my mother scolds. “look at your pretty dress, it’s all covered in popsicle. you have got to be more careful. and you shouldn’t have been eating a popsicle this early in the day.”

i roll my eyes. she can’t even help criticizing a two year old.

“she wanted one after lunch, and she did a good job with her food, so we gave her one, mom.” i tell her, my tone hostile.

“you need to stop giving them so much sugar.” she replies. “no wonder they have trouble listening. all that sugar and barely any adult supervision”

“they’re not your kids, back the fuck off.” i say lowly through a passive aggressive smile. “they have trouble listening sometimes because they’re children. and they have plenty of adult supervision.”

“i’m just trying to help you, y/n. lord knows you could use it.” she huffs. my eyes go wide as i look at Jack to see if he heard that, and i know he did because the muscle in his jaw ticks from clenching it. but i know he won’t say anything because he doesn’t want to offend his mother-in-law.

“Jack.” my words are sweet, but venom drips from my voice, and i square my shoulders to prepare for an argument. “can you please take Luella to get changed? and take Eli with you.”

my husband jumps up at my words, corralling our kids into Lu’s room.

“what the fuck is your problem?” my tone is harsh as i attempt to keep my voice down. “those are my children. if i needed your help, i would ask for it. i’m sick and tired of you coming over here and making comments about our parenting or judging my husband for how he takes care of our family. Jack loves his job. he loves hockey. and yes, he has to leave sometimes, for a week at most, but he is the best father to our children.”

“y/n-” she starts.

“no! i’m not done. if you want to continue to be a part of their lives, you’re going to stop with the passive aggressive comments. you’re going to quit undermining our authority. and for the love of god, you are going to stop criticizing my children! you already fucked up my childhood and i will not let you ruin theirs.” i’m nearly yelling at this point, my anger reaching new levels. “do i make myself clear?”

my mother huffs, eyeing me up and down before nodding.

“good. now i’d like for you to leave. i would like to spend time with my children, whom i love very much, and their amazing and selfless father.” i tell her. my mom spins around, stalking towards the front door and i don’t move until i hear the door shut. it’s then that i finally let my shoulders slump, heaving out a deep sigh.

Jack steps out of the kids room, the children trailing after him as he makes his way over to me. his hands grip my waist as he pulls me against him, a smirk gracing his lips.

“that was kind of hot. like, seriously, how is my wife more badass than me?” he leans down, pulling me in for a kiss. his lips are soft and taste like the grape popsicle he shared with Luella earlier. “you did great, baby.”

“you think so? i wasn’t too harsh?” i ask, tears stinging my eyes.

“no. you said what needed to be said. i’m so proud of you for standing up to her.” he mutters against my lips.

“thank you, babe.”

#faithlynn’s 500 celly!#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes fic #nj devils #new jersey devils #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl blurb #faithlynn’s writings <3

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smartycvnt · 5 months

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Through the Night

Title: Through the Night

Pairing: Alcina Dimitrescu x Reader

Word Count: 881

Giving Y/n the Cadou was all that Miranda could think to do to avoid Alcina's rampage. The woman was beside herself with rage whenever she saw the state of Y/n. The trip out to the village was supposed to be a simple one, but Y/n had been dumped on Alcina's doorstep bloody and broken.

There had been too many cuts and gashes on Y/n's body to determine what they had come from. Alcina swore that some of them looked like bite marks from Heisenberg's dogs, but Miranda had been quick to stop that line of thinking. Miranda couldn't have her lords warring against each other, not with the parts of her plan all starting to come together. If they weren't working as a cohesive unit when she set things into motion, she might as well just poison all of them.

"Good god, what did they do to you?" Miranda asked herself as she stared at Y/n's body. Y/n was still alive, so Miranda counted the operation as a success. Whether or not Y/n's body took to the implant or not would only be revealed with time. Miranda gave Y/n one last look, certain that she wouldn't make it through the night, and then went outside to tell Alcina that she was finished.

"Is Y/n alive? Is she awake?" Alcina's questions came in a panicked flurry. Miranda held her hand up to silence the woman before she could ask anything else.

"Y/n is still alive, but it looks a little touchy. I can't control whether the implant takes or not, but you did the right thing by calling me here. Just keep an eye on her," Miranda said as her parting words. Alcina nodded grimly to herself as she watched Miranda leave the hallway. She didn't want to waste a second more out there, so Alcina rushed into Y/n's room.

It was difficult, seeing the woman look so small and broken. Alcina felt awful about the entire ordeal. She shouldn't have sent Y/n out into the village when Miranda had warned of unrest. Heisenberg had to be at the helm of it all. He hadn't been controlling his pests and they had run rampant through the village, ravaging everything that they could get their dirty little paws on.

"If they take you from me, my fury will know no bounds," Alcina promised as she took Y/n's hand in hers. Alcina had never noticed how much smaller Y/n really was compared to her. The woman had always been bigger than the staff, nearly equating to around the same size as her daughters. Now, Y/n felt like she was the size of a literal baby. Alcina had to be extra careful to avoid accidentally breaking Y/n even more than she had already been broken.

The hours ticked by as Alcina waited at Y/n's bedside for something to change. Y/n didn't so much as stir once, not even as Alcina got into bed with her. Alcina gently wrapped herself around Y/n to hold her. That didn't little to help Alcina's nerves about the situation. Now, she could feel Y/n's body try to fight through the fever and chills, as if she was being thrown between life and death.

"Mother?" Bela called out cautiously. Alcina glanced towards the door that was slowly being pushed open. Bela stood in front of her sisters, as if they were afraid to come in and see Y/n. Alcina hadn't forbidden it, but she had been abundantly clear that she didn't want Y/n to be disturbed or bothered. "I-is she okay?"

"I do not know yet," Alcina answered honestly. Behind Bela, Alcina heard muttering from Cassandra and Daniela. Bela nudged them out of the room quickly, and Alcina heard quiet sobs from one of her girls as the door shut. "I hope for all of our sakes, you find your way back to us."

Alcina stayed in bed with you all night, keeping a watchful eye on Y/n for as long as she could. Eventually, the warmth of Y/n's body in her arms lulled her to a fitful rest. She never drifted off into a deep sleep, and at the first sign of Y/n moving in her arms, Alcina was jolted awake.

"Huh?" Alcina looked all around the room before her eyes settled on Y/n. The two of them locked eyes, which was when Alcina finally realized that Y/n was awake. "You're awake. You're alive!"

"What happened to me? Something doesn't feel right," Y/n said as she started to sit up. She was swaying around a little, but had regained enough strength to sit up. "Alcina, what happened?"

"That's not important right now. All that matters is you're alive. Wait here, I've got to go tell that girls!" Alcina laid Y/n down to rest on her bed. Y/n watched as Alcina ran out of the room, yelling for each of the girls as she made her way down the hall. Y/n didn't like Alcina's obvious attempt at dodging the answer to her question, which meant that whatever happened to her was worse than what Alcina would eventually let on.

#my writing #one shot #resident evil x reader #resident evil #alcina dimitresu x reader #lady dimitrescu x reader #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu

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oisins-stuff · 1 year

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Starstruck

lo'ak x male metkayina reader

summary; lo'ak sees y/n almost get his shit rocked and falls in love

word count; 2.6k

warnings; homophobia, parent issues, blood, violence (hate crimes?), cussing and little gay dudes

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lo'ak sat on the beach with his feet resting in the water. he didn't like this place. it wasn't his home and he couldn't pretend it was. "tsahey!! i'm sorry, dude! it was a joke! calm down!" he heard someone yelling and sand shuffling. before he even turned around he heard a punch land. it wasn't too hard, but it definitely hurt whoever received it. he heard someone spit, get hit again, and suddenly the yelling was much closer. he turned around to see one smaller boy- probably around 7'5- being beat by two bigger guys. "so was it not funny?" he chuckled as he tried to scoot back. lo'ak didn't know if he should help or not. getting in a fight wouldn't be the best thing for him right now. one of the taller boys got closer, but the one on the floor tripped him and tried to run. the other grabbed him while his buddy stood up. "skxawng! y/n, you're fucked!" he was about to throw a punch. y/n kicked the man who was holding him in the knee, causing him to be dropped onto the sand. the other boy punched his friend on accident giving y/n enough time to grab the one who had yelled at him by the tail and kick his ankles. both boys were on the ground in minuted, leaving lo'ak to believe his wasn't needed. "fuckers!" y/n kicked sand on the two before he ran off to another section of the beach, struggling to climb over some rocks. it made lo'ak chuckle. this boy just took down two kids twice his size but can't get over some rocks. he walked over and picked him up, gently setting him on the other side and then jumping over himself. "thanks.." y/n was quiet, which was unexpected since he just did what he did. "no problem. what were they so pissed about? i thought they were about to kill you." lo'ak crouched slightly to look closer at the boys face, his nose was bloody and there was a little blood around his lips. he had a bigger bruise forming on his shoulder, lo'ak turned him slightly to get a better look. "i made a joke- i swear it was a joke- about something. they thought i wanted their girlfriends because apparently i was staring and i said some shit like 'i'd rather have you', it was a lie. they lost it." y/n started trying to wipe the blood off of his face but it'd already dried. "it was a bit dramatic, in my opinion. looks like they almost killed you. what's this mean?" he pointed to the arrow tattoo on his back. "something about struggle and triumph. i just like it because it looks cool, but tsireya insisted it had a meaning. i don't even know how to use a bow and arrow." he was still trying to wipe the blood off. "here," lo'ak crouched down, scooping some water up before putting his hands on y/ns face to wipe off the blood, "i could teach you. maybe you should stay over here for awhile, i don't think you dropping those guys made them any happier." he tried his best to ignore the way y/n was staring into his eyes as he grabbed the shorter boys chin and started to wipe off his cheek. "i would, but i have stuff to do. i don't have food, or any of my supplies. i need to weave baskets and make jewelry." his eyes never left lo'aks. "i can grab you stuff. i'd say lay low for at least two days, even if it isn't the entire day. like come out during the day and switch up where you sleep, ya know?" he dropped his hand from the others chin, rinsing the blood off. "thanks, man."

lo'ak hopped over the tall rocks, the bag on his shoulder almost falling off. "hey, y/n!" he looked down at the boy who was drawing in the sand. he jumped up when he saw lo'ak. "what'd you bring?" he was smiling from ear to ear and standing on his toes, trying to peak in the bag. lo'ak dropped it, letting it all fall out. "some of your basket stuff, jewelry stuff, food and a blanket. i can stay over here, but my siblings might get snoopy." he sat beside y/n as y/n dug through everything. "you have siblings?" he asked, biting into one of the things lo'ak brought. "yeah, three. neteyam is the oldest, but tuk would probably be the one to follow me." y/n seemed so genuinely interested. "i don't have any. my parents don't talk to me much anymore, the made me find my own pod to live in after they found out." he picked up some string and beads and started making a bracelet. "found out what?" he watched as y/ns hands quickly moved to construct whatever he was making. "that i like dudes. they flipped out. they're trying to have another baby because they said they don't want the bloodline to end. i'm a disgrace for being so selfish and refusing to give them grandchildren." he shrugged as if it was nothing. "oh.." lo'ak didn't know how to reply. what if he liked dudes? he thought he might, but girls are cute too. his parents definitely wouldn't react that way, but what if they wanted to meet y/ns parents?

"i... think i might like guys, too. but girls are pretty cute and i've never kissed a guy or anything." he confessed. "wanna change that?" y/n joked, putting his bracelet down for a minute and looking up to smirk at lo'ak. "hey, if you're offering i'm not declining it." he winked, causing the bracelet maker to go quiet. it was obvious he didn't know how to respond after being flirted with, he probably had always been the only flirty one. lo'ak scooted closer in response to the silence. "you can tell me to stop, 'kay?" he waited for any form of consent. y/n nodded, "okay.." he leaned in closer, kissing the corner of y/ns mouth. it was where he had wiped the blood of before. he moved slightly closer with each kiss, eventually getting to his lips. they didn't have a make out session or anything, just a ton of little kisses. y/n was on his back, wrapping his arms around lo'aks neck while lo'ak held himself up with his hands on the sand.

"lo'ak?" neteyam called out from behind the rocks, startling lo'ak and y/n enough to make a small sound. before lo'ak could throw himself off of y/n, neteyam was jumping over the rocks. y/n tried to hurry and get away, but it made them look more suspicious. "woah." neteyam stared at the two, how was he supposed to react to his brother on top of some guy? kiri hopped over the rocks carrying tuk. "dude!" lo'ak flung himself off of y/n to save tuk from seeing them. "oh my god i'm going to vomit!" kiri started gagging and tuk hopped out of her arms to meet y/n. "listen guys, it isn't what it looks like. we were wrestling and he was loosing." neteyam started chuckling and kiri watched tuk. "oh yeah? his arms were around your neck. what's that move called?" neteyam stepped slightly closer. "uh- y/n? what's that move called?" he looked back, but the boy he had been kissing was too busy drawing in the sand with his little sister, both of them crouched in front of their art. "hm?" he looked up, not bothering to help lo'ak defend himself. "lo'ak. you're lips were touching. a lot. i don't think you were wrestling." neteyam started punching him in the arm. "but good for you, dude!" he walked over to y/n to investigate. y/n didn't stand up, still focused on the art. "you do realize you have to introduce us, right? and mom and dad." he walked back over to the rocks. "i'll let you do it later, but it's your turn to watch tuk."

"lo'ak, am i your boyfriend?" y/n was now playing in the shallow water with tuk. "i mean- it's only been a few days. if you want to be, you are. no pressure." he kicked a little water at y/n. "well then, i'm your boyfriend. you're mine. when can i meet your parents?" tuk was now on y/ns back, trying to climb up to his shoulders. "tonight, if you wanna." he smiled as tuk started pulling on y/ns braids to guide him where she wanted to be carried. "alright. i don't know if those guys are still mad, though."

y/n and lo'ak were getting themselves ready to go to the family meeting. they hopped back over the rocks, lo'ak once again helping y/n, for the first time in a few days. lo'aks parents were back in their pod, and lo'ak led y/n up the netted pathways into their home. "hey." lo'ak said as he turned the corner sharply, still holding y/ns hand. y/n was about to pull away when he realized lo'aks family didn't care. he was really shy about touching in public. he didn't want lo'ak to get hurt like he was. "hi!" tuk ran over to y/n and hugged him. neytiri smiled, y/n being good with tuk was a really good sign to her.

when they were all sat down, lo'aks parents started introducing themselves. y/n was really intimidated by jake, simply because he was so much bigger. if he reacted the same way y/ns parents did, he'd be dead. "how did you two meet?" neytiri asked, tuk in her lap. "i cleaned him up after a fight. almost got his ass kicked." lo'ak was quick to answer, he wasn't at all ashamed of this. "no i did not! you said i did good!" y/n punched lo'aks arm before realizing that was just a way to get him to talk. "he did do really good, actually. i saw it." neteyam wasn't choosing lo'aks side on purpose. he did see it, he just didn't care too much. "a fight?" jakes voice was slightly deeper and he seemed mad. y/n wanted to run, just to get a head start. "i- uhm.." lo'ak put an arm around his shoulder. "it wasn't his fault. he was defending himself. he did kick their asses, though. they were way taller than me, even neteyam." neytiris eyes narrowed slightly, she didn't fully believe y/n won the fight. "do you have any family?" kiri tried to break the silence. "kinda- well, yes, technically. my parents, but i don't live there anymore." everyone in the room seemed confused. y/n wanted to make a run for it. he was sure jake was about to kill him, neytiri was about to yell, and neteyam was gonna get him later. sneak up on him in his sleep or something.

"y/n!" lo'aks ears pressed flat against his head. it was the same guys who had been fighting him days before, they were still mad about it. "tsahey!" y/n stood up so fast it made lo'ak jump a little. "i'm so sorry." he ran out of the pod to make sure tuk didn't see it. she shouldn't see this. he was gonna get hurt, bad. he knew it. "fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." he whispered as he tried to quietly sneak down to his hiding spot. he couldn't see the boys. "i got you, you stupid little fuck!" one of the boys grabbed him from behind, scaring him so much he screamed. "no! i'm sorry!" he tried to claw himself free. "it's too late for that." the one holding him drug him down to the beach, out in the open. he put y/n down, still holding him by the upper arm. the other boy came over and stood there. one of them punched y/n in the stomach, but he wasn't sure which. he looked back to see the entire family had come down to help him. either that, or join in on the killing of him. he couldn't let himself be embarrassed that bad in front of them, he had to prove that he wasn't a weak little pussy like his dad thought. "fuck you!" he tried again to claw himself free, hoping it'd distract them from him turning around. he got punched again, but he managed to kick the man holding him in the stomach, freeing himself. the other tried to grab him, but he ran slightly farther and tried to make him trip over his friend. it didn't work, instead it made the boy catch up to him. y/n tried to run in circles, zigzags, anything to confuse him. it worked, giving y/n enough time to kick the back of his knees. once he was on the ground, he assumed he was okay.

the other boy, who he thought had been on the floor, came up behind him. he held a knife up to his neck and started taking him to the shore, turning away from the sully family. he really thought he was going to die. he truthfully didn't think he'd make it, he had fucked himself this time. he heard someone stomping- sprinting- over, so did his attacker. he dropped the knife slightly to look back, only to see the father of y/ns boyfriend towering over him. "you think tonowari would be happy about this?" he grabbed the boy by the hair, pulling him off of y/n. he took the knife out of his hand and drug him to tonowaris pod, neytiri grabbing the other. lo'ak rushed over to see if y/n was okay, hoping he hadn't been cut. "holy shit, are you good?" he grabbed y/ns chin, just like he had when they first met, to look at his face. his nose was bleeding again, the bruise on his shoulder hadn't gone away, and he was wheezing, probably had some bruised ribs. "i'm fine." y/n tried to look away. he was tearing up. he let himself be humiliating in front of the only people he wanted to impress. when he looked back up, jake and neytiri were there. "fuck. i'm so sorry. i really didn't know they'd come get me like that." y/n wiped his eyes, trying not to cry. "don't apologize, it wasn't your fault." neytiri tried to comfort him, but he was in too much pain to process what she'd said. "i'm so fucking sorry. i didn't want tuk to see that. i didn't want you guys to get involved. i'm sorry-" he was cut off by neytiri hugging him. he was about to burst into tears. his own mother hadn't hugged him since she'd found out. he really did start crying when neytiri let go and jake hugged him. even though it was only for a second, his own father had beat him after finding out. he hadn't been hugged like that for a long time.

the sully family took y/n back to their pod, gave him a blanket, and sat him down on a bed. lo'ak sat beside him and the rest of the family sat on the floor. "why were they so mad?" kiri seemed genuinely confused. "cuz i'm gay." y/n leaned his head on lo'aks shoulder. he accidentally fell asleep almost straight away. "can he sleep here tonight? please?" lo'ak practically begged his parents, and they said yes.

lo'ak turned his boyfriend and covered him up, crawling into bed with him once his parents had left. his boyfriend. he smiled every time he said it. y/n was really well known on the island, even if it wasn't for a good thing. lo'ak considered himself starstruck.

r-struck

/ˈstär ˌstrək/

adjective

fascinated or greatly impressed by famous people, especially those connected with the entertainment industry.

#lo'ak x reader #avatar the way of water #male reader #avatar x male reader #boys loving boys #dudes being bros #neteyam #kiri sully #tuk being an ally 🏳️‍🌈#avatar tuk #neytiri #jake sully #lo'ak x male reader #male y/n

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 3 months

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Hi, I was wondering if I could request reader x Charles, reader training with Charles and his team in winter camp. Sometimes she can’t fully keep up with the group as she is not that trained as him so he is a little bit worried. Thank you for considering it. You write amazing stories.

Boot Camp - Charles Leclerc

This is super short, I kind of wasn't sure what else to do with it but I hope it's ok.

Initially both Charles and y/n were so excited when Charles invited y/n to join him for his yearly traditional training expedition.

Then when they started and Andrea noticed y/n falling behind with Joris deciding to keep her company, covering up his own struggle a bit. That maybe she's just not fit enough for the required endurance that they need.

Charles honestly feels a bit tight in his chest. They're doing a whole 24 hours and the needed endurance is the most important part of the whole thing for all of them to get through the trip.

"Y/n?" Charles calls looking back at the young woman whose face is hidden behind the layers and goggles but it's fairly obvious that she jumped away from holding Joris for support. He quickly turns back to Andrea. "Tell everyone we're stopping for a bit."

Andrea nods before calling out to those in the group ahead while Charles moves to y/n and Joris.

"We're taking a break. Need to eat and just rest for a bit."

"Oh right." Y/n murmurs, just her voice giving away that she's struggling a bit.

Joris seems to read his friends expression and leaves the couple to walk to where Andrea is having everyone set up.

"Baby, are you feeling ok?" Charles asks, trying to be careful in how he words it but there's only so many tones of voice he can use.

"Yeah, feeling good." Y/n smiles though her expression is certainly reading different to her tone as they sit down. "so you do this every year?"

"If you don't think you want to do this then you can go-"

"I'm not giving up, Charles." Y/n cuts in making Charles look at her. "I'm ok, I promise."

Charles looks at her realistically knowing that y/n can't turn back. Travelling in a group is important and if they just sent two back down with how far they've travelled already, it is more of a risk to safety.

"Can you stay close to me for the rest of the trip?" Charles asks making her look at him and nod.

They all eat and do their best to rehydrate before they get moving again. Charles finds himself actively helping y/n and as he assumed she did with Joris, she seems to latch onto Charles. Somewhat tethering herself to him.

Though he has to admit that insisting on keeping her close makes the uneasy feeling he'd felt after Andrea voice his concern.

"I think next time we should include just pulling y/n along while she's tied to you as part of your training." Andrea states earning y/n's attention before she gives him a thumbs up since she knows her face is entirely covered.

By some miracle she gets through the whole 24 hour training session with minimal breaks and a few hours of sleep. But when they get back to the hotel, she practically tears herself out of the layers of clothes and really get out of her sweaty clothes since that amount of activity has had her saturated in sweat from how hot she's been.

"Mon amour? Are you ok?" Charles asks as she rushes to get into the shower.

"I'm so hot." Y/n groans stepping under the water as Charles pulls off his own layers and follows her actions. Joining her under the running water. "I don't think I can do that again...I might spend the rest of the trip hiding out in the resort."

"That's ok...I should've thought about the fact that you are built up for endurance like that. It's one thing to work out, it's another for you to be going out for 24 hours trying to keep up with us." Charles states making her swallow thickly before he begins to help her shower, picking up her shampoo and pouring it into his hand.

It's his way of just wanting to take care of her. She does lean into his touch and smile as the water helps to soothe the burning ache of her muscles since she is feeling the effects of using her muscles for such a lengthy amount of time. She just didn't really have any prep for how much it would completely wear on her body.

"Baby, you are shaking." Charles whispers with an undertone of worry that he's really trying to cover since he knows the last thing she wants it to be a cause for concern.

"My muscles are sore." Y/n admits with a small sigh before smiling when she feels Charles use one arm to wrap around her waist and support her weight a bit more. "No. You carried me enough through the whole trip."

"Baby, just let me take care of you. That trip has completely exhausted you. I want to take care of you." Charles smiles lightly before kissing her cheek. "We will clean you off and then you will rest."

"I love you."

"I love you too and next time I will actually think when I invite you to training."

"It usually isn't this intense in my defence." Y/n mumbles earning a grin from the brunette. "I think I might stick to being there for the gym working out."

"Good, I don't think I could do them without you." Charles smiles squeezing her a little with his arm.

Once they're out from the shower, Charles does bring a feast for y/n since he knows she needs some sustenance to help her recover. He's not going to say anything but she's definitely going to feel every fibre of love while he does everything to build her strength back up.

She might be feeling the muscle ache now but she's really going to feel it tomorrow.

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etherealising · 21 days

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( hope I’m requesting this right ) can we get a mini part 2 , or however long you want to make it , of baby and carmen first night together of intimacy -🐻

🐻 anon bestie you requested this perfectly! also i wasn’t sure if you wanted emotional intimacy or physical intimacy but there’s both sooo…moments by victoria monét heavily inspired the writing 😉

for reference this scene takes place during interlude 2: anyone who had a heart BEFORE the Polaroid scene!

wc: 3.5 (can’t write anything short to save my life)

A sliver of sunlight peeking through the blinds seemed to be aimed directly into your eyelids, whatever peaceful dreamland you’d been in was slowly snuffed out as the bright rays assaulted your sleep. You couldn’t remember falling asleep but the slight ache between your legs as you stretched was enough to remind you what had you so exhausted, a grin painted your features as you thought back to Carmy cleaning you up before helping you into an oversized tee shirt you’d packed.

A slight scratching noise could be heard somewhere above you. As you allowed yourself to fully wake up, for a moment you thought you were just hearing things but as you titled your head up your body your eyes caught sight of Carmy. He sat with his back propped against the wall, pencil in hand as he worked in some type of notebook. It was quiet as you watched him trying to understand what he was, watching from your position laying down how his veins popped out with every grip of the pencil.

You smiled watching how entranced he was, his entire focus was taken up by the notebook. The only other movement aside from his hand moving across the page was the slight way his eyes danced across the page. You hadn’t realized his attention turned to you until you felt the heavy caress of his thumb across your cheek.

“Hey.” Carmy’s voice caressed your ears in a whisper.

As you looked up at him the smile on your face seemed to grow tenfold the longer you held his gaze, “Hi…why are we whispering.” You watched as his shoulders moved up and down in a shrugging motion, a small smile lining his lip as his eyes fell back to the notebook in his hands.

You scooted closer to him doing your best to get a glance at his notebook only for him to move it from your line of sight as he placed the notebook on his nightstand before turning his body towards yours, giving you his full attention. Your eyes narrowed at him and your smile might have grown even wider. “Were you drawing Carm?”

Carmy rolled his eyes, your question wasn’t much of a question at all. The way he hid his sketchbook was obvious enough to you, it was a habit he’d picked up when art became one of his hobbies, he’d only show you his finished works. But recently he hadn’t had any finished works and today was the longest time in a while he got the urge to indulge in his creative outlet.

“How’d you sleep.” His eyes roved over your face, there was a glow about you he couldn’t quite place, a glow that was hard to capture in the confines of paper and graphite.

You scoffed your hand reaching out to playfully shove his shoulder, “Great actually, what were you drawing?”

Carmy gave a non-committal shrug, this moment reminiscent of many you spent together in your younger years…well aside from the physical intimacy. “You can see it when I finish.” His words were punctuated by his hand finding yours in the space between your bodies, neither of you brave enough to admit how this whole encounter didn’t feel like it was just a one-time thing.

“Please Carm it's been years, feed a girl's curiosity.” It was pitiful but you hoped a good old-fashioned guilt trip would force the man's hand.

Carmy’s eyes darted around your face, the time the two of you were apart easily showing there. It wasn’t that you looked old beyond your years now or something, but you were a woman now and the fact that the two of you had experienced adulthood without each other and it was Carmy’s fault would always haunt him. “You make me nervous.”

The words that left Carmy’s lips gave you whiplash, your eyebrows pinched together as you sat up moving to rest your cheek and part of your chest atop Carmy’s thigh looking up at him as you tried to understand when you ever made Carmy nervous. “I make you nervous?”

You hadn’t meant for the question to sound as incredulous as it did, but you were curious how you’d unconsciously been affecting the man. Carmy gave a small laugh at the look on your face, he didn’t think the idea was as far-fetched as you believed it to be. His hand moved down to caress the side of your face losing himself in the moment before he spoke, “Baby look at you… you're beautiful.” A heartfelt smile raised to his lips as you playfully rolled your eyes, but he needed you to know it wasn’t all just physical for him.

“You’ve always made me nervous ever since we were kids.” Your eyebrows raised in surprise, eyes darting around his face for any tell that he might be lying. “You were just so fuckin cool to me you know?” The sound of your quiet laughter tinkling through his room caused Carmy’s smile to grow infinitely wider.

Carmy allowed his eyes to trace around your face for a moment, his mind doing the mental math to try and figure out how he’d gotten so lucky to have ever met you. “You’ve always been so headstrong and independent,” he paused committing your features to memory. “You're book smart you’ve got the degree you always wanted. You write fuckin profiles and think pieces for a living, that used to just be a dream for you.”

The shyness was evident on your face as you avoided his, not sure if you could deal with whatever emotion was swimming through his eyes as he looked down at you. Not sure you wanted to give yourself that hope. “And you’re one of the greatest up-and-coming chefs Carm, looks like we both got what we wanted.”

Carmy’s smile dimmed for a moment as he listened to your words. Carmy hadn’t got everything he wanted but he also had enough sense to know that voicing that thought wouldn’t ever be fair to you considering he made his decision clear about a relationship.

His thumb never stopped its gentle caress on your cheek as the two of you spoke, “And you always know exactly what you want, there’s n-no indecision you know exactly what you want and you go after it…it makes me nervous.”

You didn’t need any further explanation to understand what he meant, and you were thankful that he was wise enough to mince his words. But you couldn’t help but wonder why you continued to subject yourself to this hurt, this hot and cold routine the two of you had going on. You were worth commitment, you deserved commitment, and knowing that the one person you’d felt truly, genuinely in love with was opposed to giving you that was one of the worst truths you’d ever been faced with.

Carmy could see the emotions souring your face the longer you were quiet. At one point in time, it used to be so easy for him to talk to you, and sometimes it took a little pushing. But now even as he had you in his presence for the first time in years he still found that whatever fears and insecurity he still needed to work through was what stopped him from speaking his feelings for you into fruition.

“Baby,” he paused waiting for his eyes to find yours his landing on the soft faux smile you were putting on for his benefit. He sighed the longer he stared down at you before motioning for you to sit up, his arms helping to maneuver you in the position to sit in his lap. The two of you stared at each other for a moment longer before both of his hands found purchase on your cheeks a smile gracing his lips at you just being there physically with him.

“I…I’m so proud of you Baby.” He held your face in place as you tried to wriggle out of his hold emotion easily overcoming you. “C’mere.”

You did as told face easily pressing into the space between Carmy’s neck and shoulder. You felt the warm press of his lips against your temple as one hand stroked your head and the other moved up and down your back. You sank into his arms automatically unaware of just how much you needed this hug, there were plenty of things for you to miss in the time lost between you and Carmy, but his hugs would probably always be at the top of the list.

You pulled away to let him know that you’d felt the same sentiment for Carm and the life he made for himself. But you never got the chance as he captured your lips in a soft kiss, it wasn’t messy there was no tongue. It was really just both of your lips slotted perfectly together like they were designed for each other.

Carmy’s hands were still on your face as he slowly pulled away his eyes still closed as he relished in the tingle your lips left behind. Neither of you spoke just staring at the other with a plethora of emotions swimming through the eyes of the other. There was an unspoken agreement between the two of you that your first dalliance together would be the only one that happened while you were in New York, it was easier that way. But the longer the two of you sat in silence, eyes glazed over as you drank each other in, the air charged with tension, it was obvious the agreement was null.

He pulled you flush against him as your lips met once more, the softness of the kiss was still there yet the urgent undertone couldn’t be denied. It was tentative but the slide of Carmy’s tongue into your mouth lit you up, your hips rocked dangerously into his pelvis, a strangled groan leaving Carmy’s lips as his hands dropped to your hips selfishly rocking you against his now semi-hard cock as he chased the ecstasy you’d bestowed upon him earlier.

The need for air drove the two of you apart, though it did nothing to quell the movement of your hips. Shockwaves pulsed through you with every brush of your clit against Carmy’s throbbing cock, the stimulation proving to be too much for him as his blunt nails dug into your hips, his head falling to rest against your collarbone as ragged breaths escaped him.

“Carmy,” his name left your lip in a soft cry the underlying question in your tone obvious to him as he nodded his head against you rapidly. Neither of you wasted another minute after he tapped your hip twice to give home space. It was almost comical how quickly Carmy shoved his boxers down his leg not even bothering to fully remove them as they sat at his mid-thigh.

You’d meant to pull your shirt off but watching as he hastily pulled his tank top over his head and the hunger in his eyes was a firsthand experience you needed to savor. Your frozen appearance didn’t deter him as he found the hem of your shirt pulling it off of you so fast it sent you careening backwards.

Carmy’s hands found your hips to help you regain your balance an embarrassed smile gracing his face as he realized how eager he appeared, the look enough for you to devolve in a fit of giggles, his hoarse laughter following after.

“Sorry…I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” You could tell he was beating himself up internally as he avoided your eyes, hand moving to right the chain against his skin that’d gotten tangled.

Your eyes lingered on the chain before your hands quickly moved to his neck, Carmy’s hands dropped thinking you were fixing it for him only to be surprised as you held the glimmering gold chain in your hand and sent him a small smile before clasping the chain around your neck.

“How do I look?” Your voice was teasing, hoping to alleviate whatever lasting embarrassment Carmy may have felt. Your eyes searched back in forth between his as he eyed the way his chain delicately kissed the skin on your neck.

Carmy knew you were a vision, but at this moment, seeing you straddled atop him completely naked wearing nothing but his gold chain, he was sure you were the most beautiful person he’d ever seen. Made just for him. The scene awoke something in him as his fingers reached up to trace the path his chain made around your neck before his hand ensconced the area gripping your neck with a firm hold and pulling you down to meet his lips.

If you weren’t already surprised by the sudden movement, you were surprised as you tasted his tongue against yours. Both of your tongues languidly massaging each other, Carmy’s hand against your neck squeezing every so often sending your mind in a spiral.

No words were spoken as you raised to your knees, Carmy’s free hand diligently helping to guide you forward. The kiss broke the moment you gripped Carmy’s cock to line him up with your entrance. There was no hesitation just a look of confirmation shared between the two of you as you gradually sank onto him. Your mouth dropped open in a quiet cry as he bit his lip head falling back against the wall.

One of Carmy’s hands moved to grip your hip, while the other found purchase just under your breast. Garbled words slipped out of his mouth and if he wasn’t stretching your cunt so deliciously you might have tried paying more attention.

You gave him a seconds reprieve before putting your thigh muscles to work. Slow bounces to start as you reveled in the way he stroked your walls, head thrown back as your clit brushed against his pelvis bone just right.

“Baby…I-I can’t,” his words cut off in a groan as you sped up your pace, clenching every so often at the intoxicating ache his cock offered you, hitting exactly where you needed him to.

Carmy pulled you flush against his body, his forehead finding purchase against your collarbone. Something about this position was different from the last time as he squeezed his eyes shut doing his best to last as long as he could, whatever control he had earlier felt like a fluke, he could have come this time from the dry humping alone. He wanted to warn you but each slap of your perspiring skin against his thighs tempted him.

He’d hoped not watching you would help but instead, your soft cries of satisfaction had him twitching even more inside of you. Carmy moved to raise his lips to lavish your collarbone in love bites, but as he opened his eyes he got an eyeful of the way your cunt so easily swallowed his aching cock.

All it took was mere minutes of Carmy’s eyes focusing on how easily you slid up and down his cock before he felt streams of his sperm spurt inside you.

“Fu-fuck!” He was sure his grip would bruise you and he knew he should’ve felt bad, but he couldn’t rationalize anything with the way your cunt continued squeezing out whatever he had left to give you. The pleasure slowly began to feel painful as he descended from his high consciousness enough to realize you were so lost in it all that you hadn’t noticed what just happened.

“Baby…Baby.” The second call pulled you from the daze you were in, your glazed eyes finding his blissed-out face, the sight of him causing you to stop.

Your chest heaved up and down as you stared at Carmy with confusion, unsure why he would stop something that felt so good. You did your best to catch your breath before speaking, “Is everything okay?” Your voice was hoarse as you watched Carmy’s body flush a darker shade of red than it already was.

Carmy nodded signaling for you to give him a minute as he rested his hand against your chest for a few moments trying to work up the courage to tell you that the five rhythmic motions of you bouncing atop his cock was all it took to bring his release.

“I…I uh came.” You did your best to school your features at his admission but you were sure you hadn’t done a good job with the way his cheeks flamed with color. “It was too much. Y-you in my chain and I…I wanted you to get off too but I just…”

You smiled at his shyness, you raised yourself off of him slowly making sure not to make any sudden movements. As soon as you were up far enough for him to slip out you sat between his legs, your own falling on either side of his, “Carmy honey, I promise it's not as bad as you think it’s actually…kinda hot.”

You knew the words made him feel shyer than he was already feeling but you weren’t lying. Knowing Carmy came from just a few minutes of stimulation sent warmth racing through you. “You know,” you paused gently drumming your fingers against his thigh. “There are plenty of other ways to make a woman come.”

Carmy’s eyes found yours before the feeling of your fingers drumming against his thigh drew his attention. He watched with rapt intrigue as your finger traced from his thigh, delicately tracing across the sheets beneath you before delicately circling your dripping entrance. Carmy could feel your eyes watching his every move but he was so focused on your finger gentle circular motions to care.

The bob of his Adam’s apple was apparent as you slowed the circling motions before your middle finger found any excess cum leaking out of you and both fingers began to easily fuck Carmy’s cum back inside you. No matter how sensitive Carmy was at that moment the twitching of his cock was enough evidence of just how much he enjoyed the show you were putting on for him.

Garbled moans escaped you as you picked up the pace squelching noises filling the room as you fucked yourself with reckless abandon. Your head fell back wanton huffs of breath escaped with every pump of your fingers.

A clipped whine left you, you weren’t greedy but this would never be enough, even as you began to grind down on your fingers. A surprised gasp ripped through your body as another finger joined the fray the length and dexterity of the finger had your eyes flying open, mouth slack-jawed as senseless words babbled out of your mouth.

The hunger with which Carmy was looking down at you as he helped you fuck yourself would be seared into your mind long after you left this room. Your eyes met his as his skilled finger probed the spot you could never quite reach.

There you sat speared open on Carmy’s bed in New York as he helped you fuck yourself with his cum, fingers moving in and out in perfect timing with your own. The feeling was too much but not enough all at once, tears pricking your eyes as you could feel your release hanging on by a thread.

You weren’t sure what came over him but you felt Carmy’s hand roughly grip the back of your neck as he pulled you forward lips finding yours, as his finger kept pace with your own. The feeling of his teeth sinking into your bottom lip was all it took for your cries of ecstasy to fill the room, tears streaming down your face at just how overwhelming this experience was.

Carmy pressed his forehead to yours as your body trembled with aftershocks of your orgasm. Your sweaty chest rubbed against him as the arm you were leaning on finally gave way to exhaustion, your body melting into his as he helped maneuver you to lie down against the mattress.

You felt boneless, your whole body on cloud nine. Carmy nuzzled his face into your neck placing small encouraging kisses all over the place. His hands reached to gently wipe the tears off your face a small smile sent your way as he just watched you, your body far too tired to give the look on his face a second thought.

Carmy settled down next to you, eyes landing on the Polaroid he’d gifted you in the process, the vision of you deserved to be frozen in time.

a/n: uh so this definitely got away from me…someone take away besties writing privileges 😅

also this is part of my 1k celebration i’ve left it open for a little longer for anyone else who wants to send in a request!

#etherealising’s 1k celebration #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto smut #carmy the bear x reader #carmy berzatto x you #the bear fic #the bear x reader #the bear x you #fem reader #all i ever knew only you ₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

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bless-my-demons · 9 months

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Redamancy: Chapter Ten

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Curse words, if that’s still a thing

Notes: Sorry this one is a little short, but I’ve got big ideas for upcoming chapters. Thank you guys for all the love so far, it means so much to me to hear your thoughts and see the notifications!

Word Count: 1900

Series Masterlist

• March 13th, 2005 • Cullen’s Garage •

Reader

Ever since Jasper and I left my house in a hurry, I felt like I’ve been stuck in a haze. Like none of this is real. And even though I snapped at him on the ride over, he’s respected my decision and kept me either within arm’s reach or a hand touching me in some form. It’s the only thing keeping me here in the moment while controlled chaos continues to explode in his family’s garage.

I feel deft fingers unzipping my, or rather Jasper’s, jacket and sliding it from my shoulders. I grab at the hands to stop them, but it’s Jasper himself.

“I need to give it to Esme, for her to lure him with your scent. I also need your hat, sweetheart.” He explains gently.

I release his hands and nod, allowing him to take the articles from me. I shiver without his jacket to keep me warm and he immediately replaces it with a different hoodie, this time slipping it over my head.

“Another one of mine that I don’t mind letting you borrow.” He winks at me and it draws out a smile from me. I feel at home cocooned in his scent.

On the other side of Carlisle’s car I hear Edward arguing with Rose about carrying Bella’s scent. Emmett squeezes past us to throw some supplies in the backseat of his Jeep and turns to me.

“Be safe, Y/n/n?” I nod and he turns to his brother, “Take care of her and watch your back, alright tough guy?”

“Likewise, big guy.” Jasper replies, pulling him in for a quick hug with a smile before parting and opening the passenger door for me. Bella and Alice already waiting in the rear as I climb in and buckle up.

• March 14th, 2005 • Outskirts of Phoenix, Arizona •

Reader

The entire trip south was a blur, what I assume normally is a two to three day trip, took us one day with minimal time for bathroom breaks and gas stops. Me being the designated one to refuel the car during the day since our protectors couldn’t exit the vehicle and Bella spent the majority of the ride in and out of sleep. I was grateful for the temporary duty, it felt like I was actually being helpful instead of sitting and waiting for something to happen, which I know might very well be my fate once we make it to Phoenix.

“All done, darlin’?” I shake myself from my day-dream, Jasper had cracked his driver’s side window and I meet his eyes in the side-view mirror.

“Oh shit-sorry.” I quickly put away the pump and screw the gas cap back on before hurrying back to the passenger side.

“You alright?” He asks quietly, giving me a sidelong glance as he directs the car back to the interstate.

“Mhmm.” I answer him, looking out of the window at the passing cars.

I feel a small hand slide onto my shoulder and give it a squeeze before it retreats to the back seat, Alice. I’m not really sure how to feel at this point, I mean - I am happy that Jasper is with me, lord knows I’d be a nervous mess worrying about him. But I can’t help it thinking of the others, Esme wearing my scent and Rose wearing Bella’s. Edward is the fastest and with his ability to read minds, he’s formidable. Carlisle is an extremely smart man and I know Emmett is strong for a normal vampire, but is he stronger than vampires that drink human blood? I shiver, human blood. The vampires after Bella and I want our blood. Just as I’m about to spiral down a path of panic for fear of not being able to protect myself, a large hand slides over my left thigh.

Raising his eyebrows in concern, Jasper gently smooths his gift over my panic to calm me down and combined with the distraction of his hand, it works. I don’t know what I would do without him, it’s like fate knew I couldn’t digest his world without his ability to control emotions. So I give him a sad smile and slide my hand on top of his, with him I can do this - we could do this.

• March 15th, 2005 • Hotel - Phoenix, Arizona •

Jasper

Alice and I picked a hotel for the four of us close to the international airport in Phoenix so that we might have an additional means of escape. That also puts us in the middle of a metropolitan area. Nowhere near a forest.

Nowhere near our food source.

And I’m confined to a room for who knows how long with my singer after having spent 24 hours with her in a car.

Yet another test of my precarious control.

Thankfully I fed myself before the baseball game and under normal circumstances I could go a little over a week until I needed another meal… but I exerted myself trying to mask the energy signatures surrounding the women in our group to the nomads to make them uninteresting. And staying in this room watching over the girls doesn’t help either.

“You won’t hurt them.” Alice tells me from her watchful position at the window, early morning light peaking in the crack in the curtains held open by her slender hand.

“Doesn’t make it any easier.” Taking calming breaths is a human technique, one that would increase the inferno in my throat. Meditation is all that can offer a modicum of peace, a skill I wish came easily.

I can feel her eyes assess me, even though my own are closed in concentration. “I can get us an adjoining room-”

I cut her off and crack an eye open, “And be further away? Absolutely not, I’d much rather suffer through hunger than adding a barrier from protecting you three for my comfort.”

“I’m not incapable of defending myself or the girls.” Her sharp tone makes me wince, so I give her my attention fully.

“I meant no disrespect… I know you are fully capable, but she is mine, Alice.” Surprise colors her emotions.

“She is your singer?” My sister questions in a gasp.

“You didn’t see that coming?” I joke with her, leaning back on the couch to stare at the ceiling.

She smacks my shoulder, “You know I’ve been preoccupied with Edward’s predicament with Isabella. The guy is as paranoid as they come!”

“I only figured it out Saturday, so it’s not like I’ve been sitting on the news for very long.” A sigh deflates my chest, “I haven’t told her.”

“You’ll find the right time when this is all over.” Her smile would be reassuring if I didn’t have the ability to sense the uncertainty in her emotions.

Reader

I spent all day yesterday sleeping while occasionally texting my mom to check in. I passed off another lie that we were just waiting on her mom to get here from Florida and that I’d be staying with Bella for a few days until then. I hope the others catch the nomads soon, I hate lying to my mom and I’m running out of material that’s legitimate enough to keep her placated.

The worry drags me from my shared bed with my friend, Alice got us a suite but with only one bed so our locations wouldn’t be spread thin. Fine by me, I wouldn’t be able to stand a room to myself just waiting.

Exiting the bedroom into the sitting room, I spot only Jasper with no Alice in sight.

“She’s acquiring food for you two, the lobby has free breakfast and the sun has barely risen.” He explains, lowering the newspaper in his hands.

I sit sideways on the couch facing him with my legs tucked in close, far enough away that I’m not touching him. Our confined situation mustn’t be easy on him and I don’t want to add to the difficulty, but I’m like a moth to his flame.

“Did you get enough sleep? I heard you tossing and turning.” A strong hand reaches up to gently run along the indentions my pillow made on my cheek, not the most attractive thing to wake up with in the morning.

“I’m fine, just restless and worried.” I caress the hand on my cheek and lean into it.

His brows furrow slightly, “You’re safe here with Alice and I-”

“No-no, I’m worried about Esme, Rose, your whole family, mom…” I glanced down at my lap and pick at the seam of my shirt, well actually Jasper’s shirt-I did a pretty shit job of packing and he let me borrow one of his to sleep in - I’m trying to not think about that too hard.

“My family can handle themselves, we’ve survived this long for a reason.” Jasper reassures me calmly.

“Yes, but protecting Bella and I has pulled you and Alice away from them-“

“And they’ll be alright. Besides, I have what they want and we’re across the country.”

“If they get angry and-and hurt one of them…” I can’t finish my sentence, anything happening to any one of them for my sake is too much to consider.

Jasper pulls me in for a hug, turning me so that I’m sitting in his lap with my face pressed to his neck and his hands rubbing my back soothingly. “Sweetheart, there’s more of us than them and we have more gifts, the odds are stacked in our favor. Especially with Alice-“

Just then the aforementioned vampire sweeps gracefully into our hotel room with a stack of to-go containers. “My ears were burning, do continue.” She teases us with a sweet smile as she sets the food before us on the coffee table.

“Jasper was just telling me there’s no point in worrying when we have a badass like you on our team.” I wink at her before opening a container with a waffle and bacon, cooked exactly like I prefer.

“You seemed like a soft bacon kinda girl,” I chuckle at her, amazed at her predictive skills. “I’ll go wake Bella.”

As she dances through the bedroom door, I slide out of Jasper’s lap and to the floor next to him, leaning against the couch I dig into my food. “It really is a shame you can’t eat, I’d miss bacon entirely too much if I were a vampire.”

“Something you’ll never have to find out, darlin’.” He chuckles as he goes back to reading the paper, but his words don’t quite sit right in my stomach.

Never have to find out? I suppose I hadn’t really thought of that. One day I’ll be old and wrinkly, meanwhile he will always be this, always be young. My appetite begins to shrink at the thought. Fuck - one day he won’t want me, I’ll be old and-

The newspaper rustles, “What-”

But Alice and Bella walk through the door and cut him off before he could ask what was bothering me.

I don’t even know what I’d say.

That I don’t like the idea that we’re on opposite ends of the mortality spectrum? That I won’t have forever with him? That I might be falling in love with him and I’ll just have to get over it at some point and let him go?

Wait-falling in love with Jasper Hale?

Shit.

#bless-my-demons #redamancy series #jasper hale x reader #twilight #twilight fanfiction #jasper hale #jasper hale fanfiction #jasper whitlock hale #jasper whitlock #female reader insert #jasper hale twilight #jasper hale x female!reader #romance

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harmlessghosty · 2 months

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Saw the vamp!touchstarved character braunrote and I offer my opinions:

Vampire Vere would be ruthless before he really falls in love with reader. He's greedy and wouldn't think twice about draining someone. But tbh I think when he gets close/serious with reader he'd still be greedy and messy and shit but he'd drink readers blood like it's fine wine. He gets his main fix from other victims but really savours reader. Expect it to be extremely bloody tho, he likes it to look like a crime scene xD

Leander for sure tries to kinda hide it. Not hardcore, bit he tries not to tell EVERYONE. He won't go our of his way but also you wouldn't know by just looking at him. I also think he'd be hesitant to drink from his SO and would make it way romantic, or at least he'd try

Mhin would go out of their way to hide that their a vampire. Would NEVER EVER dream of drinking from a person. They and up having to do it but they won't be happy. Also if their SO asked for them to drink their blood Mhin would refuse 100 times before agreeing. Feels very bad that they actually enjoyed it.... Might have gone a bit overboard too (vere did find out and tease them to hell and back fs)

I don't have much on Ais and Kuras rn cause... Brain empty

VAMPIRE TOUCHSTARVED BRAINROT, LET’S GOOOO! I love love LOVE all of your headcanons. Absolutely love them.

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Vampire Vere would definitely not think twice about murder. MC would find him dabbing at his crimson lips with bloodstained, monogrammed handkerchiefs more often than not. And when he wants to feed from his beloved? It’s an entire show he puts on. They get a candlelit room, a nice hot meal, tons of fluffy pillows and blankets…the whole nine yards, before he leans so close, his breath runs across the nape of their neck. “You smell delightful,” he whispers, a firm kiss pressing to their skin. “I’m sure you don’t mind that I eat after all of this preparation I’ve done for you, hm?”

Leander DEFINITELY tries to hide it. There are rumors, of course, swirling around Eridia, but no one really knows what’s true and what’s not. Turns out, being a contracted killer really helps conceal his vampiric identity! He can easily do away with bodies and no one will ask questions. Why do criminals keep appearing with two holes in the same spot on their neck? Weird. Maybe someone should hire Leander to look into that and find the culprit…and of course, he’ll take MC along for the journey, which seems a bit more roundabout than it should be. If he needs to feed during the trip, then perhaps they’re a good source of sustenance. After all, does it matter if his beloved knows his secret? They won’t tell a soul unless they’re trying to get themselves mysteriously killed too…

Mhin would never drink from a person…unless they’re absolutely starving to death. Even then, I imagine it to be a moment of disgust with themself—retching and vomiting the first few times they feed, then admitting they need to drink blood for their survival and doing it as humanely as possible. They knock out their victims and only drink until the hunger has barely subsided. They choose spots beneath clothes where marks could be mistaken for bug bites. Mhin struggles to admit they like MC’s blood more than anyone else’s; they really wish they didn’t, but they can’t get enough of it, to the point that they find it difficult to sleep beside them at night without absentmindedly running their fangs along MC’s skin. They’re just so hungry around their partner. Maybe…just a little sip…

Ais is a voracious beast and doesn’t try to hide his vampiric nature even a little bit. Everyone knows he’s dangerous, and everyone avoids him like the plague. And naturally, Ais with Vere is…horrifying. There’s a lot of begging for him to give mercy and let them live, but he’s no fool. If he lets too many of his victims live, then surely people will find a way to gang up on him. While that’s an interesting proposition, he’s not sure he wants to fight a dozen weak-ass humans when he’d much rather fight someone of his own caliper; humans are just too pathetic. When he meets MC, he’s constantly teasing them with flashes of his long fangs. “Scared? Should be, little sparrow,” he says, scrubbing dried blood off of his knuckles. He even sneaks up to feed from them, thinking MC will just be another victim, but somehow becomes smitten with their taste instead. They should be savored. It’s much more satisfying tasting them on occasion than devouring them whole so quickly.

Kuras is meticulous. He’s very much prone to drawing blood through proper means and drinking it from simple testing tubes in shot-like doses. If a patient needs a transfusion or a blood test, he’ll simply take an extra vial or two as payment. Yes, he feels guilty at first, but he can’t allow himself to starve when he needs to help the people of Eridia as a consequence of his terrible past. When MC is discovered practically bled out and armless, he makes sure to put them back together and doesn’t take a sample, not even a little, but he strongly considers it. He even has to wipe drool from his lips because they simply smell so strongly of beautiful blood. When they get closer to him and realize his true nature, he offers little more than a calm smile. “Would you like to sustain me as well, or do you prefer our current partnership instead?”

#touchstarved game #touchstarved ais #touchstarved vere #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved leander #touchstarved kuras #kuras #vere #leander #mhin #ais #vampires #ghosty’s asks #ghostywrites #touchstarved headcanons

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triplesilverstar · 2 months

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That certainly isn't what you were expecting

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: slight angst, smut, P in V, fingering, proposals, creampie

Word count: 4K

A/N: Chapter six of Home. After dealing with the reporting Duo you want nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep. Maybe if you were paying more attention you might have noticed Vash seemed to be nervous about something.

I really had a lot of fun with this one and I hope you enjoy it.

Hours later you feel exhausted as you drag your feet along the metal of the ship's floor back towards your room positive the only thing keeping you upright now is the hand resting on your shoulder and keeping you pressed against Vash’s side. Between Wolfwood and the reporting duo asking a slew of questions you really didn’t want to answer. But for the most part you and Vash did provide some answers that is they gave any clarification you don’t know, what you did know was you were ready to curl up with your love and sleep for the next few hours.

Even the thought of privacy didn’t have that small spark like you thought it would. Vaguely aware of Vash letting go of you to press a button to open the door and slipping inside heading immediately for the chair to pull your boots off. Missing the fact Vash was keen to engage the locking mechanism of the room, almost tripping over his feet as he turned to face the device. Or the tint of red that was forming on the tips of his ears and slowly working it’s way down.

If you hadn’t felt as drained as you were you might have questioned his entire demeanor ever since he returned to the interrogation after Brad said he needed a word with him. A shake to his hand that was beyond uncharacteristic of the steadfast man, or the thin veil of sweat that seemed to cover his body. Swallowing every so often and watching you with a sense of trepidation as you huffed fighting with your boots.

A quick pat to the object in his pocket before looking skyward and seeing the metal of your shared room in the ship above him, almost as if he had forgotten where the two of you were. Or asking for help with something as he swallowed once more.

With his attention back to you, and your one boot off he nodded to himself as the sweat on his palm seemed to grow thicker which wasn’t helping his nerves at all. “Let me help you Mayfly.” Dropping to one knee in front of you and quickly working the laces of the offending boot off before smiling up at you. “You must be ready to pass out if your boots are giving you this much of a hard time.” The briefest of nods from you before a long yawn.

A bead of sweat trickling down his neck had Vash pausing as he placed your boot next to its mate on the floor beside the table. The object in his pocket felt like it was growing heavier and heavier by the moment. How the hell had you been so nonchalant when you had said it? That small voice at the back of his head told him that had been very different circumstances, plus it hadn’t been right to his face.

Now or never.

He whispered inside of his head to himself reaching into his pocket. “Mayfly I-“ Only for you to stand up and slip past him to start to unbutton your pants and let gravity pull the fabric down your legs. Too tired to bother and try to pull them off yourself. His shoulders slumped before he took a deep breath. He couldn’t let this little setback get the best of him, turning as he rose to watch you continue to strip before sliding into the sheets on what was very much your side of the bed. Sitting where you had been moments earlier and starting to undo the laces of his own boots, the object still in his pocket.

“You what Vash?” He can hear the exhaustion in your voice and the thump as the sheets on the bed were folded back.

“I think we really needed the last few hours to ourselves.” Coward whispered in his head. Why couldn’t he have just asked? Standing now with his boots and socks removed and trying to strip in such a way as the keep the object in his pocket from your sight as he slipped it out of the fabric once more. If he had two hands it might have made the action a little easier.

“Yea. It was nice, now hurry up and get in here handsome. I wanna cuddle.” Looking at you he can see the weariness on your face, it’s been several weeks since the two of you were in that hotel room in Jeneroa Rock. The last time you had a bed and a room to yourselves and if it wasn’t for the exhaustion clear in the drooping of your eyes and the slight slur to your voice Vash would have suggested the two of you get reacquainted. Now he’s not so sure you’d be up for such an offer.

Taking advantage of your tiredness he slips the object under the cover of his pillow, down to just his boxers as he slips in beside you. His weight has barely shifted the mattress before you’re tucking yourself against him and under his partial arm the skin of your forehead resting along the metal wire across his chest. A soft smile grew on his face once more, you’ve always accepted him for who he was. Scars and all, the revelation that he was actually a plant? You simply accepted him as he was, sure you asked some questions but it was to learn more about the life he had lived and you never judged him for anything.

Moments like this Vash felt you were far more than he ever deserved to have, to hold in his arms and as you started to slump more against him a wave of tension left him. You were his home. And you deserved to know that. “Mayfly?”

“Yea?” Your voice muffled against his chest makes him chuckle, a few stutters of his heart before licking his lips his nerves returning.

“Marry me.”

“What?” He feels his heart sink at the confusion in your voice as you pull away from him to look at his face, pushing yourself up onto one arm. “Like right now?” Your brow furrowed as you look at him and he can see the wheels slowing turning in your head.

“I mean I-” Stumbling over his words as sweat started to form between his shoulder blades while his heart started to thunder at a tempo in his chest that you had to be able to hear struggling to sit up himself.

“Oh, oh shit Sunshine are you trying to propose?” He can see your eyes snap open as your brain catches up with the situation and he can see you swallow as well. A flurry of emotions flashes across your face too quickly for him to process.

“Well, I’m trying too.” Grousing as you sit up more with a hand to your face turning away from him.

“Oh I’m fucking this up” The sound of deject in your voice is clear and if it wasn’t for what was happening in the moment he might have found it kind of funny.

“Not that badly.” Shifting on his side to slip his hand under the space between the pillow and the fabric of the cover to grab the ring and hold it out for you in his palm. The shine of the same metal as his arm gleams in the low light that never goes out in the room. “So what do you say, will you marry me?” The proposal is followed by a soft rendition of your name tumbling from his lips and Vash has never felt this nervous in his entire life.

“Vash, you know I’ve never cared about material objects before. Or social contracts, or other shit like that.” Dragging a hand down your face as you turn back towards him Vash can feel his heartbeat slowing in his chest and the tears starting to pool at the edge of his eyes as his stomach burns from the anguish growing inside of him at your words. “You could have just asked me without the trouble of finding a ring you dork.” The chill from your fingertips flows across his palm as you place them over the ring. “I’d have said yes without the thing.” Blinking the dampness from his eyes as he tilts his head, your free hand raising to cup his jaw the rough skin a reminder to him that you’re as hardened as he is.

Leaning closer and pressing your lips against his, this time Vash lets some of the liquid fall from his eyes. With you he’s taken so many chances, so many risks because the truth is you hold his heart in your hand and he’s not even sure if you realize it. Rough dried lips sliding against one another, slightly smoother now that you aren’t out with the arid wind laced with sand trying to strip the moisture away. A kiss that remains chaste yet so full of longing and sets his blood afire in his veins. “Now.” Blinking his eyes open to take in your face, a beaming smile in place and adoration clear in your eyes. “Since you went through the trouble of getting a ring, am I putting it on myself?”

A flinch of his shoulders as he realizes what you’re asking and chuckles. “No. No your not.” It’s a little awkward with the one hand but Vash is able to twist the band of metal around while keeping hold of your offered limb and sliding it onto the right finger, it’s a little loose once it’s past your knuckle but he knows it won’t fall off. “There. I know it’s not much but I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else, I know I can be distant and we still have so far to go.” Gripping your hand tight as he stares into your eyes once more. “I love you, and I want to spend all my tomorrows with you.”

Dropping your forehead to rest against his while you glance down at your hand in his with the metal band resting there and a grin growing on your face. “Funny. I wanna spend all my tomorrows with you too ya big dork.” Your shoulders start to shake with mirth and Vash can feel himself frowning a little. “Does this mean I’m Mrs. the Stampede now?”

His shoulder slumps in response to your joke yet at the same time warms his heart “No. I mean. I guess. But it’s kind of a mouthful now isn’t it?” Watching your own eyebrows raise in confusion. “Mrs. Ghost Sniper the Stampede?” A swift swat to his elbow from you before you’re both laughing, untangling your hands and leaning closer together to be wrapped in each other's embrace as the exhaustion seems to have been swept away.

“I love you too Vash. My handsome plant.” Shifting to kiss him once more and as the actions transitioned from chaste to heavy Vash is groaning feeling his cock start to thicken in his boxers. Both of you are moving your hands along one another's skin, touch growing more and more desperate until you’re both panting. Pulling away from his mouth with a thin line of saliva connecting both of you.

“I think I’d like to fuck my husband.” Tumbles from your bruised lips and Vash feels a line of fire run along his spine right to his dick while his heart thunders in his battered chest once more.

“I think you meant to say you’d like to fuck your fiance.” Almost laughing against your lips while his hand trails along your ribs and his fingers play with the thin band of your bra. He can feel your own still dancing along his skin with one of them against the nape of his neck.

Humming and placing a feather-light kiss on the corner of his mouth. “Either works, since I can’t see us trying to find somewhere to have a ceremony or someone to actually perform it.” Staring into his blue eyes all you can see reflected in them is love and adoration, you’ve come so far with him in such a short time compared to how long you’ve been alive. You aren’t sure when the change happened but you do know for sure that when it did happen, it had probably been as much of a sudden realization for him as it had been for you. “Besides, we’re back to the social conventions I don’t really care about.”

His shoulders shaking a little with mirth at your response while trying to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his hand trailing down your side once more done with trying to slip his fingers under the fabric of your bra. A shiver as the rough pads of his digits glide down along your belly and toy with the hem of your panties. “You really are something else.” Your neck arches as those long fingers of his push the fabric covering your core away and he starts to mouth at the space where your neck and shoulders connect, shuddering as the skin pebbles from his warm breath against the sensitive skin. “You’re already wet Mayfly.”

“What can I say? You always have that effect on me.” It’s not a lie with one of your hands tangled in his hair and the other trailing along the ridges of his back. A soft moan breaks past your lips as his fingers start to brush gently against your folds, tracing the outside of them with two of his digits. “Well and dexterous fingers.”

“Funny, you always have an effect on me too. Like no matter what is happening in my life you’ll be there and we’ll get through it.” Slipping those same two fingers inside of you and starting to slowly pump against your walls. “You make it so much easier to see dawn.” Lifting his head away from the curve of your neck, desire swimming in his cerulean eyes and both of you are leaning to close the distance of your lips. Tongues tangling in time to his fingers working you open, pressing them inside your walls and gently spreading the digits apart feeling your body yield to his wants. The faster his fingers spasm the more desperate your tongues and lips become, ignoring the burning in your lungs and lost in the taste of his mouth and those agile digits. Moaning as he adds a third, curling them as he keeps a steady tempo before placing his thumb over your clit the very motion of his wrist enough to have every part of his hand involved pulling you closer and closer to that edge.

“Vash” Panting his name like a prayer as your hips jerk, chasing the rhythm of his fingers and trying to slam them deeper inside your slick cunt. Your body knows what you want well before your mind and your heart races in your chest as it tries to suck in oxygen while you chase that high.

“Come on Mayfly.” He’s just as desperate as you are now, his own hips starting to gyrate and chasing that peak you both want. “Come on my fingers, then I’ll put you on your back and pound into you until it’s either dawn or we’re too tired to move. My beautiful, dangerous Mayfly.”

With his words hitching as he speaks and his thumb brushing just right as one of his fingers curls and hits a cluster of nerves inside your walls you’re crying out. Hyperaware of your body in that moment as your pussy tries to suck his fingers deeper into your core and your back arching hard enough that you jolt against his chest wanting more skin contact and feel every piece of metal and scar painting his torso.

As his fingers slip from your folds you feel your release dribble from between your folds letting out a hum and cracking an eye open to look at Vash. You’re clenching at the sight that greets you, Vash is making a show of licking your essence from his digits. Broad strokes of his tongue as he seems to savor the taste of you, taking long swallows before using the tip of his tongue to break one of the clear strands in the gap of his spread fingers. “You taste so good Mayfly.” Catching your eye as his tongue wraps around his index finger before rolling it back into his mouth. “Do you want to taste yourself?”

Hands gripping the side of his face your smashing your faces together to slide your tongue along his, moaning at the bitterness he had been sucking from his fingers like it was the nectar of the gods themselves. As the kiss deepens you feel as you're guided to your back by Vash, his one hand on your side once more and pulling in the edge of your drenched panties before making a noise not unlike a growl and ripping them from your body.

Leaning back and looking down at you, you shiver as you take in his appearance. A heaving chest shining from the sweat along his skin, his cheeks painted in a red hue that’s steadily creeping down his neck and his eyes seem to almost glow in his skull as his hair clumps together in points. His boxes do little to hide his erection and you can see the wet fabric clinging to his head.

With a slight roll of your abdomen, you’re sitting up just enough to reach for the barrier easily and start working it down his hips. Letting out a moan at the sight of his bobbing cock, the head swollen and head with an unmistakable sheen of precum. Wrapping your fingers around his base and giving him a few pumps only to be stopped by his hand circling your wrist.

“No Mayfly. I can’t wait any longer.” Guiding your hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on every fingertip and one where the metal band now wraps around your finger. “I wanna be one with you, to be as close as two people can be.” Setting your hand down at your side before treating the other to the same. “Now lay back.” It’s a little awkward with Vash almost falling over, a sheepish grin on his face as he fishes his boxers off and tosses them elsewhere in the room before settling between your thighs once more.

Lifting your legs so they’re settled against his as starting to slide his cock along your folds, spreading some of your slick along his length keeping an eye on your face. “I love you, so much. You made me take a risk I didn’t think I could ever take for myself.” Lining his head up with your twitching sex and waiting for you to signal you were ready, holding your breath for a moment before nodding in consent. Both of watch as his cock starts to disappear inside your body his movements lazy as he works himself into you until he’s bottoming out. All the while the room filled with the sound of both of you murmuring soft words of adoration at one another as he splits you open on his length.

“Damn Sunshine, you feel so good. Just enough to make me feel all warm and cozy.” Arching your back a little as you adjust to him, not that it takes long from how familiar you are with being filled by him. As much as he told you to leave your hands by your side you can’t, lifting one to cup his cheek tenderly. “You make me feel like I’m worth something, that I’m someone to be cherished. I forgot what that was like before you.”

A gentle roll of your hips to let him know you’re ready for him to continue. “Here’s to you never forgetting that feeling again.” Setting a languid pace Vash trailed his hand down the space between your breasts and swept his fingertips just over your skin making you shiver in response and clench around his length watching him shudder in turn above you. Letting out a soft moan and tilting his face so his mouth is against the palm of your hand, pressing soft kisses into the rough skin. “I could stay like this with you forever Mayfly.”

Wrapping your legs around his waist and changing the angle once more of the way he sinks into your body has both of you huffing for breath as his length seems to be catching on your walls now like you can feel the blood pulsing through his skin inside of you. “Then let's pretend tonight is all we have Sunshine.” Shifting so both of your hands are resting on his shoulders as you try to pull him down closer to you, more adjustments to both of your bodies as his weight settles over you and you sink more into the mattress.

Able to feel even more of his body as he trembles under your hands, his one forearm above your head holding some of his bulk above you as his thrusts are shallower with the new angle but you can feel him deep in your core. Panting and arching your back when he hits the spongy part inside of you that makes you spasm around him, your eyes snapping shut. A whisper of your name that has your head spinning with the level of affection coating his voice at its utterance. Opening your eyes to see him gazing down at you so tenderly, so lovingly it almost hurts to look at him. “It might seem stupid, but” Letting out a shaky breath as his hips stutter for a moment, a sign you know means he’s close and you’re not far behind him with the inferno burning inside of your core. “Will you let me hold all the jagged pieces of you? To cherish them, because I can’t imagine loving just one part of you, to hold you in good times and bad? To be my partner for the rest of our lives?”

“Yes. Yes Vash.” Whining as your brain processes what he’s doing. “Will you let me stand beside you? To remind you that no matter what you think you’re worthy of more than being a martyr, because I love how selfless you are even at a cost to your own heart through thick and thin? To share this path called life with me until our last sunset?”

During this little exchange you both keep staring into one another eyes while your bodies quake and tremble as you both hover at that edge but not tumbling over it, sweat coating both of your bodies as you move as one chasing that high.

“Yes. Always.”

“Then kiss me my handsome plant, I’m yours. Forever.” It's a kiss of nothing but softness as your lips glide together while your lower halves are moving erratically, hips snapping in a flurry of activity chasing that high. Both of you are too enraptured in one another to notice Vash’s plant markings brightening just under his skin, the light growing more and more luminescent until with a final thrust of his hips that has his base placing enough pressure against your swollen clit to send you over the edge, he spills himself inside of you. Stilling as both of you keep moving your lips in tandem as you enjoy the afterglow of hormones floating through your bodies lost in one another embrace.

Sitting in the highest room in the tower of JuLai Knives hands freeze over the keys of his piano as his plant markings flare once before fading. Blinking as a bone-chilling grin overtakes his face.

“Zazie. I have a job for you.” Livio might have failed in trying to push his little brother to JuLai knowing his human partner would follow. A chorus of buzzing and he doesn’t want for the worm to start speaking. “I need you to collect the Ghost Sniper for me, and I know exactly where she is.” You’ll be the perfect bait to ensure his twin comes to JuLai sooner rather than later, and Knives has a plan to ensure you remain docile once you arrive in his domain.

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intimidating-fettuccine · 1 year

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Eyeless jack, masky, and hoodie with a so that disappeared without a trace then came back as a new member.

Thank you for opening the request a-lot early because i live in Asia so I’m usually not awake when ever the requests are open.☺️☺️

Of course! I think I might do that again the next time I open them. I hope you enjoy your ask!!

**Written assuming the reader is still human (like Jeff/Toby/etc.) and that Slender had helped find them and brought them back as a member

Eyeless Jack:

He recognizes your smell before he's even seen you. The second you walked through the front door with Slender he could smell you even from downstairs, his demonic instincts honing in on you. He doesn't even process what's happening before he's running upstairs, faster than he has in his entire existence, dashing up all those flights of stairs to find you, and when his eyes land on you he freezes, panting like a wild beast as he watches you, standing there beside Slender, being welcomed back by the others. Slender notices Jack first, and he pats you on your back, gesturing you toward him. The second your eyes land on him, both of you are springing forward, and Jack is scooping you up into his arms, holding you tighter than he ever has. There are tears and yelled words, and apologies, and whispers of love. You're innately different now, he can sense it, something in you has changed since you left, but he doesn't care, because you're you and you're back, and that's all that matters to him.

Tim:

He had heard there would be a new member today, but he'd simply brushed it off, disregarded it, and figured he'd get to the new member later. Tim hadn't been near as social since you'd disappeared, unable to sleep, unable to focus on anything at all. Tim doesn't have the focus to question it when the others start running to the door when there's crying and shouting. He simply focuses on drying the dishes he'd been washing, simply focuses on trying to think about you and what could have happened. It's not until he feels a presence in the room, until he hears your familiar throat clearing that the trance on him is broken. Time moves in slow motion as he turns, dropping the plate he was drying in shock, not minding as it shatters on the ground, his mouth hung open, as he turns and rushes toward you, as you rush toward him. He yells he shouts, he sobs openly as he scoops you up, feeling so many emotions at once. He can't think to question your presence, just so overwhelmingly glad to have you back.

Brian:

Brian is, if anything, hopeful and optimistic. He knew you would come back, or that he would find you, that you would be safe, that you would be in one piece, that you would be ALIVE. He told himself that, he assured himself of that, and he would do whatever it takes to keep believing that. He loves you too much to give up on you, to just dismiss you as dead and move on, he's not that type of person. He just didn't expect you to come back to him the way that you did, not that he's complaining in the slightest bit. When he hears your voice greeting the others, and when he hears Slender calling for him, there are already tears falling down his face as he weeps, tripping over himself as he stumbles down the stairs, but he doesn't mind the pain, not at all, because he can hear you, and soon he can see you, and he sobs your name when his eyes land on you, and you cry out his. When the two of you embrace suddenly everything feels right in the world again, and he knows, right then and there, that he's never letting you go ever again. He won't allow it.

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bts-hyperfixation · 5 months

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 30 of 35

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Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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"I wonder if they know they've stunk out the entire house?" Seokjin chuckles.

He and Namjoon were preparing for dinner, or more aptly Namjoon was watching Seokjin prepare for dinner. They hadn't realised the two of you were home and upstairs until it was too late, the pork belly needed to be watched and they couldn't escape back into the garden where it was safe.

"I'm not sure how they couldn't know," Namjoon says.

The air around them permeated with the overly aromatic scent of lavender and rosemary. Namjoon tried to take shallow breaths to stop it from affecting him, but he couldn't help shuffling uncomfortably on the barstool as he got hard at just the thought of what Jimin might be doing to you upstairs. He flicked his wrist to distract himself but the pain seemed to have the opposite effect.

Seokjin watched Namjoon out of the corner of his eye as he flipped the pork belly over to sear it. He wasn't as unaffected as he was trying to act either. The older man bit his lip as he tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind kept running to thoughts of the bear sitting across from him.

They had been sleeping in bed next to one another for the entire week and Namjoon hadn't made a single move past kissing, it was driving Jin mad. When Namjoon invited him on the family trip after their little tiff he had assumed they would take the next step in their relationship as soon as they had the chance. He had thought about making a move himself, but Namjoon had seemed so on edge so early on in the holiday he hadn't wanted to push and since then the moment hadn't seemed right.

However, watching the way Namjoon was squirming, now might've been his best chance to take the next step. The pork belly was just about ready to take off the heat in order to rest, and the scent of lavender had just spiked. It was too tempting not to take his shot. He turned off the gas and placed the pan on the back of the stove while Namjoon's attention was elsewhere.

The younger man's eyes had glazed over as he pinched the skin on his hand again. Seokjin slips around to the other side of the breakfast bar, sidling in behind Namjoon. He raises his hands up to Namjoon's strong shoulders and begins to massage them. Immediately Namjoon tensed up rather than relaxing, although Seokjin had expected that.

He leans in and blows gently against Namjoon's ear before whispering to him.

"Why don't you let me help you unwind Joonie?"

"I've never been good at letting myself go," Namjoon confesses.

It's clear that he tries to relax into Jin's touch but it's halfhearted, so Jin gives up on the massage and goes straight for the gold. He trails his fingers down along Namjoon's biceps, squeezing the muscles gently and then he moves on to his forearms. He plays with Namjoon's fingers for a little while and the younger man leans back into him.

Jin's fingers drop into Namjoon's lap, he walks them along the thick thighs, teasing his way up and down the bare skin, Namjoon's swim trunks bunching around the top of his legs as he sits. Each time Jin's hands get close to Namjoon's centre, the bear moans just a little, more sensitive than usual as he drinks in yours and Jimin's scents in the air around him.

Just as Seokjin brings his hands to the apex of Namjoon's thigh, just a hair breath away from touching his goal when Namjoon's hands cover his.

"I don't think we should be doing this in the kitchen," Namjoon says.

"Why, I'm not scared of an audience, are you?" Jin teases.

He presses his lips across Namjoon's shoulder

"For our first time together I had really hoped for something more romantic." Namjoon sighs.

The younger man swivels in his stool until he is facing Jin properly. He reaches out and wraps his arms around Jin's small waist, his hands coming to rest on the doctor's bum as he pulls him in closer.

"We have had plenty of romantic moments this week Namjoon and you haven't made a single pass at me," Jin rolls his eyes.

"I didn't know you wanted me to make a pass at you, I didn't know we were there yet," Namjoon stumbles over his words.

Jin chuckles over him being so easily flustered. The older man leans down and kisses Namjoon on the nose.

"You think way too much, you know that?"

"It's hard to turn my brain off," Namjoon says sheepishly.

"Then for god sake man, just let me help you," Jin responds in mock exasperation.

Namjoon relents, his hands coming away from Jin's bum. He fluttered his fingers around Jin's torso until he reached his shoulders before grabbing onto his broad shoulders and pulling him in for a kiss. They waste little time in deepening the embrace. Jin pushes Namjoon up against the breakfast bar, almost climbing into his lap.

The doctor nibbles at Namjoon's lower lip making him gasp and Jin takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into the kiss.

Jin grinds his erection against Namjoon's leg, moaning at the relief the slight friction awards him.

"I knew you would sound pretty like this," Namjoon mumbled.

"You haven't heard anything yet,"

Jin pulls back from Namjoon and takes his hand. They take off towards the stairs, giggling at each other like naughty schoolchildren. They don't even bother to close the door behind them, too eager to continue their elicit escapades. Jin pushes Namjoon onto the mattress and wastes no time mounting him. He flicks his hips against Namjoon's, brushing their crotches together through their swim shorts.

Namjoon groans as Jin works their hips together.

"How about I get you out of those swim shorts?" Jin murmurs, leaning down to nibble on Namjoon's ear.

The bear nods enthusiastically, so Jin wraps his fingers around the waistband of Namjoon's trunks and yanks them down. He had felt Namjoon's size a number of times now but nothing compared to seeing it in its full glory. His mouth waters at the thought of wrapping his tongue around the length.

"No wonder you have so many happy mates," Jin beams.

He wriggles back off of Namjoon's thighs until his eyes are in line with Namjoon's crotch.

He wraps one hand around the length and bends to lick at the precome dribbling from the tip. The salty taste does nothing to quell the way his mouth watered. He swallowed hard and then opened his mouth wide to fully encompass the top of the shaft.

Namjoon's toes curl. Jin's warm mouth felt like heaven on his skin. He reaches down to thread his fingers into the other's dark locks, tugging a little as the older man's hand begins to twist at his base.

"You're making me feel like a teenager again, I don't know how long I'm going to last," Namjoon whines.

If anything that turned Jin on more. The fact that Namjoon was so sensitive drove him nuts, the man jerked at every small change in his ministrations. He grinds his own crotch against the bed to try and relieve some of the pressure in his own trunks.

He thrusts into the duvet at the same pace as he bobs his head. He hollows his cheeks and sucks harder, willing Namjoon to cum down his throat. He can feel a knot tightening in his own stomach and is embarrassed to say he was so pent up he was going to spill over and make a mess of his swimwear.

But he was determined to make Namjoon come undone first.

He removes his hand from the shaft and reaches for Namjoon's balls instead. He fondles them carefully, testing the waters of what the other man can handle.

"Tug them harder Jinnie," He moans.

His fingers wrap tighter in the older man's hair. Jin does as he is told, using a much firmer grasp as he fondles Namjoon's testicles.

With one final groan and a harsh tug as a warning, Namjoon cums hard down Jin's throat, a bonfire scent filling the air as the pleasure rolls through his body.

Jin shivers as the smokey smell mingles with yours and Jimin's already sweet odour. He pushes his harshly into the blush blanket and cums hard in his shorts.

"Did you just?..." Namjoon asks, lifting his head from the mattress to look at the panting man between his legs.

"Let's just say you might need to check on dinner while I change into something... fresh,"

"Dang I was so hoping to return the favour..." Namjoon pouted.

"Well, we will just have to rack up a round two later tonight." Jin shrugs.

"I'll hold you to it." Namjoon grinned.

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Luckily dinner had survived without the pair watching over it.

You and Jimin had emerged from his room around twenty minutes before dinner was served. You had done your best to air out the bedroom, hoping the overwhelming combination of your scents had been contained by the locked door, but something about the sheepish looks around the table told you that it'd done a terrible job.

You tried to keep your eyes down and on your food, but your cheeks felt hot with the prickly feeling of being watched.

From the corner of your eye, you could see a similarly bashful expression. It hadn't escaped your notice that his scent was also lingering heavily in the air.

"So... anyone got any idea what they want to do for our second to last evening here," Taehyung asks, ignoring the awkward air.

"I thought I might go for a night swim," Jungkook chirps up.

"That sounds fun bun, maybe I'll join you," Taehyung winks suggestively.

Jungkook's ears turn a deep scarlet and he shovels more food into his face.

"I could do with a swim too," Jimin says.

Jungkook looks immediately relieved.

"Hobi and I were thinking of taking advantage of the jacuzzi. Y/N, would you like to join us?" Yoongi asks.

"Yeah, I feel like we haven't spent enough time together today..." Hobi flutters his eyelashes at you.

"Didn't you pair wake up in her bed?" Jin points out.

"I'm not sure how those two points are related..." Hobi pretends to be oblivious.

Jin shakes his head but drops it anyway. Neither he nor Namjoon are forthcoming with their plans but the flirty looks from Jin and general evasiveness from Namjoon made it easy to guess what they might be thinking.

The air of awkwardness lifts after Taehyung's icebreaker and dinner talk continues as it usually might. It's much later than any of you realised by the time dessert is cleared away but that doesn't;t prevent you from going about your earlier plans.

Taehyung stays behind to tidy up as the rest of you disappear into the night.

You change into yet another revealing bikini and make your way to the hut at the bottom of the garden where you'd discovered an indoor jacuzzi away from the main house. It's a beautifully dimly lit room with the tub sunk into the floor, padded seating around the edges, and a minifridge for drinks in the corner. Hoseok and Yoongi are already sitting in the tub waiting for you.

Well maybe not waiting for you.

The two seem rather wrapped up in one another. They each hold a glass of champagne, arms linked as they toast to one another and take a swig. Yoongi is pretty much in Hoseok's lap, with barely any space between them.

You clear your throat and they turn to look your way.

Hoseok releases a slow wolf whistle at the sight of you. Yoongi's eyes rove over every inch of your body, drinking you in.

"Hurry up and climb in Y/N... before you get cold," Hoseok summons you forward.

You lower yourself to the floor and slide into the wonderfully warm water. Stress you hadn't even realised you had been holding on to releases into the steam as the jets hit your back. The moment you settle, the two men separate to flank you on either side.

"So... Y/N, how was your date with Jimin?" Yoongi said, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"It was a really nice picnic," You answer, not sure how much they suspected.

"When did you guys come back? We missed you this afternoon," Hoseok pouts.

"I... I don't really remember, not too late I don't think..."

"Having trouble remembering are you? Yeah, Jimin's tongue tends to cause amnesia..."

Your mouth opens and closes like a goldfish, coming up short when thinking of a way to deny the accusation without lying.

"Oh Y/N, I'm just teasing," Yoongi chuckles.

He reaches out and places his finger under your chin, tilting your face towards him. He kisses you softly, tracing the line of your lips with his tongue. Hoseok follows his lead, kissing water droplets from the nape of your neck. Your body twists of its own accord, leading you to lean against Hobi's chest. His mouth follows the line of your shoulder, and he nips at the sensitive skin, leaving tiny bruises behind.

As Hoseok's movements become more bold it feels as though Yoongi only becomes more apprehensive. The older man pulls away from you to watch the way your head lulls back onto Hobi's shoulder in his absence. You don't notice too much as Hoseok's arms encircle your waist pulling you fully into his lap. But Hobi notices the lack of resistance.

"Puppy? What's wrong?" Hoseok asks, sitting you upright.

"Nothing is wrong, can't I just enjoy the show?" Yoongi deflects.

"Not when you've been talking about us ravishing Y/N all week no."

Yoongi's ears turn red as he lashes out and hits Hobi mockingly on the shoulder. The human only laughs in response. Your own cheeks heat up at the suggestion of the both of them talking about you. Hoseok reached out and caressed Yoongi's arm comfortingly.

"Is it the girl thing?" He asks.

Yoongi nods in response, suddenly shy.

"What girl thing?" You ask.

"Remember when we went on our first date?" Yoongi asks, you nod "Remember when I said I had never pursued a woman before? That means I've never been with a woman... you know sex-wise either..."

He doesn't look at you as he confesses his insecurity. It's oddly reassuring to know he is almost as nervous as you are to progress to the next step. Your afternoon with Jimin had certainly put your main concerns at ease, but it didn't really do much to quell the butterflies that flutter around your stomach every time you feel Hobi move his hands around your bare stomach.

"I told you Jagiya, I'll guide you through it," Hoseok winks, cupping Yoongi's cheek.

"What do you mean by guiding him through it," You ask, twisting in his arms to look at him.

"Why don't we just show you?" Hoseok replies.

He lifts you from his lap onto the edge of the hot tub. You shiver as the cool air hits your damp skin. Hoseok drags his hands down your legs, pushing them apart just a little and then he backs away. Instead, he takes ahold of Yoongi's shoulders and guides him into the empty space between your legs.

One of his hands travels up, tangling in the hair at the nape of Yoongi's neck. Yoongi's hands fly to your knees to balance himself as Hoseok begins to force his head down. He grumbles a little at the pressure but allows the younger man to take control.

"Now worship her thighs like you do Namjoon's," Hobi instructs.

His voice is low and sexy, focus in his eyes as he watches Yoongi move, like he was born to command.

"Now that is something I can happily do,"

Yoongi's eyes glint mischievously and he closes the rest of the gap between his mouth and your thigh. He licks a long stripe until he almost reaches your bathing suit, but his tongue disappears just before he touches the fabric. Your toes curl just thinking about how close he came to your centre. He bites his way back along where he had licked and then repeats his actions on the other side.

His hands draw circles along your skin to compliment the movements of his lips.

"Now that's a nice view," Hobi admires.

He floats back to the other edge of the jacuzzi to watch the show. Licking his lips in time with Yoongi's movements.

You struggle to decide where to look. Hobi looked so sexy looking at you, but the man between your legs was practically begging for your attention, and then your brain was fighting for you to close your eyes and just enjoy the sensations. You're close to dragging Yoongi exactly where you want him when Hobi holds his hand up and instructs him to stop instead.

"Y/N, lift your hips darling, let him take those bottoms off for you, they look very uncomfortable,"

You do as you're told, and Yoongi makes quick work of rolling the lycra down your legs and out of the way.

"Such a good boy," Hoseok purrs and Yoongi flushes, "Now this is the really fun part. Yoongi, lean in and kiss her,"

Yoongi stands in the water, takes your face between his hands, and kisses you until you are breathless. His tongue plays delicately with yours, dancing around as his lips move expertly against yours.

Hoseok allows it to go on for a short while before threading his fingers back into Yoongi's hair and dragging him away from you.

"That's not where I meant puppy," He chuckles, looking between Yoongi's eyes and your exposed heat. "Let me show you."

Hoseok opens your legs wider and slots himself between them. Yoongi becomes enraptured by the younger man, he watches intently as Hobi blows softly against your heat.

"Ready sweetheart?" he asks winking up at you.

You nod, eager to see if he is as good as he seems to be suggesting. His tongue flicks across the small gap and teases the hood of your clit. He grins and wastes no more time. His tongue licks a long stripe along your pussy, the tip of his tongue delving into your hole, collecting your slick and smearing it along the rest of your folds.

You are mesmerised as you watch the way his cheeks hollow as he sucks at your clit. You hear a moan escape and it takes a moment to realise it's neither yours nor Hobi's.

Yoongi's fingers are turning white as he digs them into his legs, leaning in to get a better look at what Hobi is doing to you.

"God, you taste too good, maybe I don't want to stop and let him try," Hoseok moans.

Your head leans back as his tongue works faster. You reach out and Yoongi's hand meets yours holding on tightly. Two of Hoseok's long fingers join his tongue in his ministrations. He plays with your hole only for a moment before they push inside.

"Now love, I know you can't see this part but you need to move your fingers like you're summoning her to you," Hobi instructs, punctuating his point with a harsh curl of his fingers inside you.

He turns to look at Yoongi to make sure he is paying attention, a line of spit and slick connects him to you as he speaks. The sight is sinful. Even worse when his free hand tugs Yoongi in by the chin for a kiss. The jackal practically cries when he tastes you on the other man's lips.

"Please let me try Hobi," He whines.

You never thought you'd hear him whine like that.

"You can try after I finish her off Jagiya, I'm sure she can finish more than once for us," He promises.

Then Hobi turns his attention fully back to you. You crush Yoongi's hand as Hoseok's tongue goes faster and deeper. Your stomach ties knots around itself as your legs straighten of their own accord. You cum hard on his tongue, panting as he continues to work your clit long past your crest.

When he finally moves away, Yoongi muscles him out of the way, desperate to taste you from the source. Any apprehension he was feeling prior to this moment seems to evaporate as he devours you. It's hard to tell if his tongue is better than Hoseok's or if just the oversensitivity of having just cum.

"I knew he'd be good at that," Hoseok whispers in your ear, propping himself up beside you on the edge.

He has you lean against him again, supporting you as Yoongi pushes against your thighs to get better access to you. It takes no time before you're cumming again, Yoongi lapping up every drop. He doesn't stop until you cry out and push at his head. He still makes a point of kissing down your thigh as he pulls away, darkening the bruises he had left earlier.

Hoseok tilts your head to kiss you softly. Yoongi stands to join the pair of you at your level, nosing into your kiss. It's awkward to kiss two people at once, but not unpleasant. It makes the three of you giggle as you fight one another for kisses.

"Do you think you could manage one more orgasm, sweetheart," Hoseok asks, "I really would love to watch you come undone on Yoongi's cock, I mean look at how hard he is for you."

Hoseok reaches out to grab Yoongi's crotch and your eyes follow the movement. Yoongi's cock strains against the limiting fabric of his trunks.

"I...I think I might be able to," You try.

"Don't force yourself angel, we can entertain each other if you've been... tired out," Yoongi says.

"No, no I can do it," You assure them.

"That's a good girl," Hoseok beams, proud.

Yoongi wraps you in his arms and pulls you back down into the water with him, sitting you in his lap. Hoseok backs away to take in the whole view.

"I think it's time to get rid of this," Yoongi says, untying the top of your bikini.

The fabric falls into the water and Yoongi's hands come up to cup your bare chest. His thumbs flash over your nipples and he chuckles as you quiver under his touch. You grind absently into his lap, his erection poking you in the back.

"Yoongi love, I think it's time to get rid of your... confines too," Hoseok suggests.

He holds a hand out to you so you can stand and Yoongi shirks his trunks away.

Yoongi guides you back down onto his shaft, they both help you to lower yourself slowly until you are fully seated with Yoongi buried deep inside of you. The water ripples around you as Hoseok disposes of his own swimwear in favour of also being nude.

You can't look away as you see Hobi grab his cock, lazily jerking himself off as his eyes stay glued on the two of you in front of him.

"Go on then," He nods at Yoongi.

The jackal does as he is told thrusting up into you in time with Hoseok's hand. As Hobi speeds up so does he hitting hard into your most sensitive area, you tip forward to relieve the pressure slightly but you only succeed in encouraging him. His hips snap harder and faster. He massages your breasts as you bounce in his lap.

You're closer to Hoseok now and he bends forward to peck you on the lips, his free hand wiping a tear from your cheek.

The water sloshes harshly around you as the pair move in tandem.

You see Hoseok bite down on his lip moments before he cums, the string of white flying up to land on your face. He has the decency to look a little ashamed as he does his best to wipe it away from your eyes. Your tongue flicks out before you think about it, tasting him on your lips.

"That was far too sexy to be reasonable," Hoseok groans, kissing you again.

Yoongi seems to agree as he pulls you back by the shoulder, settling you properly in his lap as he cums deep inside of you. One hand wanders away from your chest to play with your clit.

"I'm starting to suspect you never needed my help here," Hoseok says, raising an eyebrow.

"I've watched enough porn," Yoogni shrugs.

Your entire body shakes as your orgasm washes over you, it feels almost like you're peeing as you cum hard, slouching back against Yoongi completely tuckered out.

"Okay, I think we should get you dry and into a nice warm bed," Hoseok says, clambering out of the tub.

Yoongi helps to push you up to Hobi's awaiting arms. Hoseok wraps you up in a fluffy towel and holds you close, keeping you warm as you dry off. Yoongi fetches a towel for himself and for Hobi, slinging the fluffier one around the human's shoulders.

"How're your legs Y/N, still got enough energy to walk back to the house?" Yoongi asks, taking you from Hoseok's arms to lean up against him.

"I think so," You confirm.

The pair lead you back into the villa and up into their room. There's no sign of the others as you pass, but you aren't really inclined to look for them at that moment.

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"This entire place reeks of sex now" Jungkook laments to Jimin the next morning.

He had gone to bed all riled up with no one to take out his frustration on. Jimin had crawled into bed with Taehyung after their swim, and you, Hoseok, and Yoongi had shut the door to their bedroom hours before the three youngest had returned from their swim. He had intended to find Namjoon and Jin but the heightened smell of Jin's citrusy scent suggested it might be best to leave well enough alone.

After their long talk last time he had felt left out, Jungkook was trying desperately to be happy for them all, knowing it was not a reflection on him. But it was their last day and he had started it far too grumpy.

"Aw Jungkookie, we can have breakfast outside if you'd prefer... Although the dining area might be a little too close to the jacuzzi hut to really avoid that smell," Jimin chuckled.

Jungkook didn't find that funny. He grumbled into his coffee.

"Aw bunny, if you're feeling left out, I'd be more than happy to help you join in," Taehyung says, ruffling the man's hair as he comes into the kitchen.

The poor bunny turns vermillion as his coffee suddenly becomes the most interesting thing in the room. Jimin shoots Taehyung a look that suggests it was a poorly timed joke. Taehyung shoots one back that suggests it wasn't a joke. Jimin chokes on his own coffee as the panda pulls out the chair beside Jungkook, grabbing the pitcher of juice from the middle of the table and pouring a glass for himself.

"What do you say Jungkook, fancy a romp? I've been thinking about you all week in those little trunks of yours." Taehyung winks.

He wraps an arm around Jungkook's shoulder and Jimin fully expects him to shake it off, but he doesn't. Instead, he leans into the embrace. Jimin raises his eyebrows but doesn't say anything for fear of ruining the moment, he thought Jungkook would still be a little scared of intimacy with the newer pack members.

Taehyung lays his cheek against Jungkook's head looking unbelievably domestic, something close to comfortable, if only Jungkook's cheeks would de-flush back to his regular tanned tone.

"I was thinking of spending the day by the pool again, perhaps we could share one of those double loungers on the far side with the gossamer curtains?" Taehyung suggests.

Jungkook just nods, reaching out for a pastry to shove in his mouth as a distraction.

"Great," Taehyung beams, "Care to join us Chim?" He winks.

"Oh, I'm not going to miss this," Jimin grins.

Taehyung doesn't know what he has gotten himself into.

Slowly the other members of the pack stroll into the kitchen, lazy smiles on each of their faces.

Seokjin walks in first, he also ruffles Jungkook's hair and the youngest preens at the touch.

When Yoongi enters, he kisses each member sitting at the table. Even giving Taehyung a quick peck that the panda rushes to deepen before the jackal can pull away.

Hoseok makes himself comfortable immediately, he stretches out in one of the chairs, taking a pastry from Jungook's plate. He then steals Taehyung's juice to take a swig rather than pouring his own. Yoongi hits him around the head but still waits on him handing him his own mug of steaming coffee.

Namjoon practically dances into the room, high on the happy scents of those who matter to him the most in the world. He stoops to scent each one, not even thinking to hesitate as he reaches Hoseok, who thankfully accepts the scenting with no issue. If anything the human wished he had a stronger inclination to do it in return.

Finally, you stumble in, legs still a little weak from the day before. You barely make it over the threshold before Jungkook's hand shoots out and grabs your wrist. He tugs you gently and you fall into his lap with no resistance. His nose buries into your scent gland and he takes a deep breath.

"You smell so pretty when you're this happy." Jungkook sighs dreamily.

He picks up one of the croissants from his plate and brings it up for you to take a bite. You do so happily and then he takes a bite for himself.

"Are we planning to do anything today? I'm feeling a little tired if I'm honest," You say

"I bet you are," Taehyung mumbles so only you and Jungkook can hear him.

"No, I think we should hang around the villa, and make sure we are all packed and ready. I want everyone to go and fetch your passports to give to me so I can keep them safe," Namjoon directs.

"We are not giving you our passports Joonie, I love you but you'll lose them immediately," Yoongi points out.

The bear has the audacity to look offended for a moment, before reconsidering.

"Give them to Jin," He concedes.

Everyone agrees and when you've all finished your dinner you escape to make sure all of your possessions are packed up and ready to go.

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Taehyung doesn't give Jungkook the chance to back out of spending the day with him. As soon as you have finished finished packing up your room the man disappears in search of the bunny.

He finds him and Jimin still in their room packing up a plethora of burrowing materials Jungkook had insisted on bringing so his room in the villa would feel like his room in the house. Taehyung grabs some of the pillows and pushes them into a vacuum bag ready for Jimin to suck the air out of.

The three continue to pack in silence for a little while until everything is finally gathered and the only things left out are pyjamas for tonight and their travel documents.

"I'm going to run these over to Jin," Jimin says, collecting the passports from the duvet.

The red panda scurries from the room, leaving Jungkook alone with Taehyung. The panda grins suggestively making Jungkook fidget. Jungkook had forgotten that technically pandas are predators until he saw that glint in Taehyung's eye, the glint that made his heart feel like it was going to burst from his chest.

Jungkook's ears tucked down and he slowly started to back away as Taehyung advanced at an equally slow pace.

"You don't need to be scared of me bunny, I just want to show you a good time," He holds his hands up in surrender, stopping a couple of feet away from where Jungkook had backed himself into a corner.

Jungkook's eyes opened comically wide as he glanced around the room to try and find an escape. Taehyung readjusts his stance, seemingly remembering who he was dealing with, he steps to the side to allow Jungkook to run away if he really wanted to.

"I...I'm not scared..." Jungkook puffs out his chest.

"Really? Could've fooled me..." Taehyung shrugs.

Jungkook rolls out his shoulders and shivers as the stress shakes through his body.

"How about we head outside? Out in the open with everyone else?" Taehyung suggests holding out his hand for Jungkook to take.

Jungkook nods quickly and takes Taehyung's hand. His palm is sweaty but Taehyung doesn't let go. They make their way into the garden and find the rest of you all lounging around. Namjoon has you in his lap, reading to you lazily. Yoongi and Hoseok are tossing a ball back and forth in the pool. and Jimin and Jin have yet to emerge from the villa.

Taehyung leads Jungkook past all of you to the double lounger he'd had his eyes on all week. The padding is far more comfortable than he was expecting. He sinks onto the chair and then pulls Jungkook down on top of him. The bunny freezes for a moment, hands braced on Taehyung's bare chest before he seems to remember himself a scurries off to the side. It makes Taehyung chuckle watching the flustered younger man, he is just too cute.

Taehyung follows the bunny, rolling onto his side. He runs a finger down Jungkook's surprisingly chiselled abs. Jungkook squeaks as his stomach tenses up. Taehyung kisses Jungkook's shoulder just to hear him squeak again.

"Leave the poor guy alone," Jimin reprimands, sliding onto the edge of the lounger.

"If he wanted me to stop he would tell me, wouldn't you bun?" Taehyung asks.

He props himself up on his arm to look at Jungkook more directly. It seems Jungkook's tongue has disappeared but he nods enthusiastically.

"See" Taehyung sticks his tongue out at Jimin. "Jungkook is a good boy, he knows when to tell me to stop."

He leans in a teases Jungkook with soft kisses. Jungkook moans, his lips following Taehyung's every time he pulls away.

"Guess he does know what he wants," Jimin shrugs.

Jimin rubs his hands along Jungkook's calves as Taehyung continues to play with kisses, not quite leaning in to kiss him properly. Jimin's fingers wander as he watches Tae, he makes his way over JK's knees and up his thighs, scratching as he goes. He can see the bulge growing quickly in Jungkook's pants as he gets riled up, it wouldn't be long until his switch flipped and Taehyung was in for an experience.

"You know Tae, you might want to stop messing around if you want to get what you're going for..." Jimin suggests.

"I think I know what I'm doing here..." Taehyung says.

Still, he takes the advice and kisses Jungkook passionately. The hand he isn't using to balance draws up to Jungkook's nipples. He pinches a twists the dark buds and whisper against the younger man's lips.

"These are so pretty baby, I hate that you're going to be wearing a shirt more after today."

Jungkook's reply sounds more like a growl than the whine that Taehyung had been expecting. He pulls back to find Jungkook's eyes are no longer wide and innocent, but focused and thin. He looks at Taehyung like he is hungry, making the older man swallow hard. He barely has a chance to take a breath before Jungkook is rolling them over and pushing him down.

Jungkook licks Taehyung's scent gland possessively while Jimin chuckles watching the scene unfold. Taehyung looks mildly terrified and extremely turned on as Jungkook takes over the seduction. He had planned to worship the younger man until he was finally completely comfortable with him, but this worked too. He let Jungkook claim him, lying still as the bunny's tongue ran wild across his neck and shoulders.

Jungkook releases a low rumble that sounds like he is purring.

Taehyung is unbelievably endeared by this confident side of Jungkook.

"Does this happen a lot when he is horny?" He asks a very amused-looking Jimin.

"Uhuh, He is like our own little wind-up toy. Turn him on and watch him go," Jimin shrugs.

"That might've been nice to know before I ended up pinned under him,"

Jungkook continues marking his territory with kisses and nips, seemingly oblivious to the conversation going on around him.

"But that would've taken away from my fun. Are you really complaining about it?" Jimin raised an eyebrow.

"Absolutely not." Taehyung grinned, turning back to the man in his lap.

He threaded his fingers into Jungkook's hair and tugged until the man's lip fell upon his own. He nibbled at the bunny's bottom lip until it started to swell, taking his time to enjoy the heavy feel of the man atop him. Jungkook's hips moved of their own accord, grinding down against Tae's crotch. The pair moan together succeeding in making Jimin just as hard as them.

The red panda reaches down inside of his shorts to palm himself for relief. He starts with short languid motions favouring his tip with his thumb as his eyes stay glued to his lovers as they finally explore one another.

"Let me be on top Kookie, show you what I can do for you," Taehyung asks.

"No," Jungkook replies.

He shuffles down in Taehyung's lap and returns to his tongue's earlier exploration. He flicks across Taehyung's scent gland briefly releasing another plume of chocolate into the air. Then he licks down to Taehyung's nipples, taking each one between his teeth, sucking and nibbling at the buds until they are pebbled to his satisfaction. He finishes his exploration of Taehyung's torso with a brief dip into his navel, making the panda jump beneath him.

"Kookie, did you know Taehyung really, really likes to see his pretty skin when it's all purple and bruised? Especially along his hips. Why don't you see what damage those bunny teeth of yours can really manage?" Jimin encourages.

The eldest has started moving his fist a little faster inside his shorts now as Jungkook follows his directions.

Jungkook carefully folds down the waistband of Tae's shorts so he can see his full 'V' at the bottom of his torso. A small amount of pubic hair peaks out over the top of the fabric. Jungkook starts on the left side, biting hard at the very top of Taehyung's hip bones making him shout.

Jimin glances behind him to see everyone's eyes glance in their direction but he holds a finger up to his lips and winks. You all immediately go back to minding your own business, although some of you can't help a few wandering glances.

Jungkook briefly admires the sharp imprint of his teeth, leaving tiny little bruises in the shape of his jaw on the previously unmarred skin, then he continues his way along the v-shape sucking smaller bruises in his wake. He stops just as he reaches the pubic hair, tempted to reveal even more but deciding better of it for now. Instead, he mirrors his actions on the other side, creating more angry red marks.

"They look so pretty Jungkook," Taehyung compliments, glancing down at his new decorations. "Will you let me worship you yet?"

"No!" Jungkook giggles.

He moves back to straddle Taehyung's hip once more. He takes hold of the older man's wrists and pins them above his head. Then he kisses each of Taehyung's cheeks, then his forehead, and finally his mouth. He grinds hard against Taehyung, laying his claim by pressing as much of his body as he can to Taehyung's as he has his way with him.

Mostly, the panda just takes it, chuckling a little as he gets more worked up but is powerless to do anything against him. He isn't used to not having the control it's... novel. It feels like Jungkook might be working towards something big.

And then Jin is calling them inside for lunch.

Jungkook's ears go red as he comes back to himself. He squeaks and tries to scurry inside to meet the others for dinner before Taehyugn can comment. But Jimin stops him from bolting.

"Why so jumpy bun? That was hot as hell," Taehyung says, sitting up so he can kiss Jungkook one more time, "I only wish we had time to finish,"

"Maybe we will have a chance this evening," Jimin suggests.

Jungkook just nods, hoping they don't expect him to speak properly. He moves to get up and follow the others inside for lunch, only for Jimin to pull him back.

"We might want to wait and cool down for a little while before heading in bun," He says gesturing to the tents in each of their pants.

By the time they do make it inside, you have all mostly finished your sandwiches, snacking on crisps and salads as the meal winds down.

For the rest of the day, it is suggested that you all spend time together, rather than off on your own. And so you do, playing games in the pool and cuddling up to watch movies under fluffy blankets until the early hours. leaving you all with only short naps before you have to leave for the airport and return to reality.

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