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likeahorribledream · 3 years
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Missing Piece
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six |
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader / Beefy!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 4.7k
Warnings: Fluff, talk of the Winter Soldier, anxiety.
Notes at the end.
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After Bucky’s heartbreaking revelation, you spent the entire afternoon just holding him as he finally fell asleep. You took a few short naps while he slept but you couldn’t sleep like he did, you were too worried about him. Every time he made the tiniest sound, you’d almost stop breathing.
You woke him up for dinner. You felt bad about it but he needed to eat. You repeated his name softly until his eyes finally opened.
‘’Hey.’’ You whispered. ‘’I’m gonna go to the kitchen and get you something to eat, ok?’’
He shook his head no and tightened his hold on you. ‘’Not hungry.’’
‘’I know you’re not hungry but you still need to eat ok? It’ll make you feel better.’’ You kissed the side of his neck. ‘’I’ll bring food here and we can eat while watching a movie, if that’s something you want to do. It might help keep your mind off of things.’’
It took a few seconds before he answered, you’d almost thought he had fallen back asleep.
‘’Ok…’’ He agreed, finally giving in. ‘’But I’m choosing the movie.’’
‘’You got yourself a deal.’’
Except Bucky didn’t let go of you and you couldn’t move.
‘’Buck? You need to let go of me.’’ You chuckled.
‘’Do I have to?’’ His tone would have been whiny if it weren’t for how raspy he sounded from sleeping for so long.
‘’Yes, you do.’’
He groaned. ‘’When did you get so demanding?’’
You rolled your eyes and sat up when he finally let go of you. You hadn’t realized how numb your entire body was from being in the same position for hours until just now. Bucky turned around to look at you when he noticed that you weren’t getting out of bed.
‘’For someone who was so eager to get away from me, you aren’t doing a lot to get out of my bed.’’ He smirked. ‘’Can’t get enough of me uh?’’ He sounded so cocky.
‘’You wished, Barnes.’’
‘’Damn right I wish. Now come back here.’’ He lifted his shoulders from the mattress and tried to grab you by your waist.
You lifted the covers quickly and jumped out of his bed before he could touch you, otherwise you’d never be able to go get dinner.
‘’So mean.’’ He pouted, looking at you.
You stuck out your tongue at him and walked to the door, opening it before looking back at him. ‘’I’ll be gone for 10 minutes, try to survive.’’
‘’I’ll try but no guarantees.’’
Bucky laid back down and closed his eyes.
‘’No falling asleep. You better pick a movie before I’m back or there will be hell to pay.’’ You called loudly over your shoulder as you walked towards the elevator.
‘’I’m terrified, shaking.’’ He answered loud enough for you to hear him.
You laughed.
The whole way down to the kitchen, you couldn’t stop smiling. You had been so worried about Bucky all day, you were relieved to see that he felt better. He wasn’t his usual self but the fact that he was able to make jokes and tease you was enough to ease your mind, at least a little.
You decided to heat up a can of chicken noodle soup and to make grilled cheese sandwiches for the two of you. It wasn’t a big dinner but it was enough to take care of the hunger. You put everything on a tray and hoped not to trip before reaching Bucky’s room.
As promised, you were back within 10 minutes and Bucky had already set up the movie, he was waiting for you to press play. You walked carefully as you moved towards the bed, gently putting the tray down. You were proud of yourself for not spilling anything.
You waited until he settled himself comfortably against his headboard and gave him his bowl of soup and put the plate with his grilled cheese sandwich on the nightstand right next to him. You walked around the bed and sat up against the headboard by his side, grabbing your own bowl and putting your plate on the nightstand next to you.
‘’Ready?’’ He said.
‘’Yes!’’
Bucky pressed play on the movie and you started eating. You didn’t want him to feel like his every move was being watched so you subtly looked at him through the corner of your eyes to see if he was eating. He took his time, but at least he was eating.
For the next 20 minutes all that could be heard in his room was the movie and the clinking of your spoons against your bowls. When you were both done, you took your dirty dishes and put them back on the tray and for now, you left the tray on his desk.
You sat on the bed in your previous position and continued watching the movie. In less than a minute, Bucky was wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you against him.
‘’Need you closer.’’
You chuckled and moved to sit between his legs with your back to his chest. You rested your head against his shoulder and looked up at him.
‘’Better?’’
He kissed your cheek and wrapped his arms around you, his hands laying flat on your stomach; something he liked to do. ‘’Much.’’
He kissed the side of your head and then your cheeks, multiple times and he had you giggling like a love sick teenager. ‘’Thank you.’’ He whispered.
‘’You don’t have to thank me Bucky, it mostly came from a can.’’
He laughed but his voice was serious. ‘’Still. Thank you for bringing me something to eat and…’’ He took a pause. ‘’Just for caring for me. You could walk away, y’know. I wouldn’t be mad. I know this is a lot.. I’m a lot…’’
You lifted your head to kiss his jaw.
‘’I’m not going anywhere. Not as long as you don’t ask me to leave.’’
He smiled down at you. ‘’I won’t.’’
‘’Then I’ll always be right there with you.’’
He simply nodded, trying to control the grin on his face.
You smiled and you both brought your attention back to the movie.
The movie was nearly over when you felt Bucky’s heart rate go up against your back. You watched the screen but you weren’t watching the movie anymore, your sole focus being Bucky. You waited and just like you thought, he started to get antsy. His hands were a lot warmer and you could feel them even through your shirt, the heat you felt against your back was just as hot and he was fidgeting.
You leaned a little bit more into him and put your hands on his, hoping it would help but he wasn’t getting better. The anxiety was back. You quickly grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. You turned to face him and sat on your knees, still between his legs.
You looked at his face and your heart broke. His jaw was clenched and you could see the panic in his eyes.
‘’It’s okay, you’re okay.’’ You hesitated before touching him, you weren’t sure if he was still ok with being touched so you tried to avoid any skin to skin contact. ‘’What do you need? What do you want me to do?’’
His eyes finally met yours. He wasn’t even sure of what he needed or wanted, aside from wanting and needing this to stop. He took a few deep breaths like you had shown him earlier. He felt like someone was sitting on his chest and crushing his lungs.
It all came back so quickly, he was confused as to why this was happening. One second he was ok and the next he felt like he was dying.
His mouth opened and closed a few times, not knowing what to ask for.
‘’Is it ok if I touch you?’’ He quickly nodded.
Only your arms were moving to reach out to him. You wrapped them around his neck and held him against you. His own were resting loosely on your hips. You gently rocked him back and forth, stroking his back with one hand.
His hands grabbed the back of your thighs and he lifted you, high enough so that he could close his legs together under you and gently put you down to sit on his thighs with your knees on each side of his body.
He held you closer as you hugged him tighter.
‘’Do you want to lie down?’’ You asked, keeping your tone as soft and soothing as possible.
‘’Can you still hold me if we do?’’
‘’Anything you need.’’
He put his right hand against your back, holding you as he turned the both of you over. You were now laying on your back, your head on a pillow while he laid on top of your body, his head resting just below your neck.
This was his favorite position when he needed to be comforted and you thought it was adorable.
You put one arm around his shoulders while with the other one you ran your fingers through his hair, sometimes stopping to massage his scalp. He moved his head just a little bit to look at you and you kissed his forehead.
‘’Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you? Do you think it could help?’’
You kept running your fingers through his hair, it seemed to relax him. ‘’Or maybe you could tell me about your life in the 20s-30s, tell me all the dirt there is to know about Steve.’’
Thinking about young Steve made Bucky smile.
‘’Steve was always getting himself into trouble. He picked fights with bullies twice his size all the time.’’ He laughed silently. ‘’Even back then he was always fighting for what’s right. I always respected him for that. I had to jump in often before he’d really get his ass kicked. The girls loved that. It made me very popular.’’ He smirked.
You laughed. ‘’Oh, I bet.’’
‘’It’s true, I swear. I mean, I wasn’t standing up for him for the attention but it was a nice way to get girls to date me.’’ He shrugged.
‘’What do you mean get girls to date you? You thought that was the only way you could get dates?’’ You asked, surprised.
‘’Well.. yeah.’’
‘’Bucky, have you seen yourself? Believe me, girls didn’t need a reason to date you. You just thought they did.’’
He looked up at you, a grin on his face. ‘’Liking what you see, uh?’’
He wiggled his eyebrows, teasing you.
You shrugged. ‘’Meh, not really my type. You’re ok, I guess.’’
He made it so easy for you to tease him.
He frowned, lifting his head up to fully look at you. ‘’I’m not your type?!’’
You tried not to laugh or smile at his reaction. ‘’I mean…’’
He eyed you suspiciously, trying to see if you were lying or telling the truth but you had a good poker face on.
‘’Oh, baby. I’m definitely your type.’’ He had a smug look on his face.
‘’You can try to change my mind but… I don’t think it’ll work.’’ His smile faltered and he seemed like he was about to pout.
You waited a few more seconds, then you laughed. Bucky shook his head and pinched your side, not enough to hurt but just enough to annoy. ‘’You’re the worst.’’
‘’Now, look who’s lying.’’ You said, pointing a finger at him.
‘’Who says I’m lying?’’
‘’So, you think I’m the worst?’’
‘’Yep.’’
‘’The worst ever?’’
‘’E-V-E-R.’’
‘’Fine, then look me in the eye and tell me I’m the worst E-V-E-R.’’ You dared him.
He lifted himself up and moved until his face was right in front of yours. He looked into your eyes and opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.
‘’That’s what I thought.’’ You laughed.
He rolled his eyes and hid his face in the crook of your neck, laying down again. With all the jokes and the teasing, Bucky’s mind wasn’t focused on his anxiety anymore and you could tell he was slowly calming down. His body temperature went down, his heart rate and his breathing went back to normal. Thank goodness.
You kept his mind busy by asking him about what he liked to do when he was a teenager and when he was in his 20s, what kind of music he liked then and what kind of music he liked now, his favorite book of all time and what movies he could watch over and over again without ever getting tired of it.
You saw his little dorky side when he answered all of your questions. He got so excited and went on for almost a full hour of just telling you about all the things he liked, his eyes all wide and excited. For that entire hour, the sweet innocent Bucky Barnes was back and you adored him.
He told you about his favorite books from the 20s and 30s that he had absolutely loved but couldn’t find anywhere anymore. Every library and bookstore were drowning in ‘’the twilight stuff’’ he said.
‘’You know I have most of those books in my room, right?’’
He sat up quickly and looked at you shocked. ‘’What?’’
‘’Yeah, I’ve been collecting books since I was a little girl. I bought those from garage sales.’’
He grabbed your face with both his hands and brought you closer to his own. ‘’Please tell me you’re not kidding again.’’
‘’I’d never kid about books James Buchanan, you should know that by now.’’ You teased him.
He got excited again. ‘’The entire week you’re gone, I’ll be spending it in your room. I’m not even asking for permission. If you didn’t want me in there, you shouldn’t have told me about the books. That’s on you.’’ He grinned.
You laughed. ‘’Fine. No eating chips in my bed though! I don’t need to exfoliate my body with crumbs while I sleep.’’
‘’You sure?’’ He cocked his head. ‘’I think I read something somewhere that it was real good for your skin.’’ He let go of your face and laid back down on the bed next to you.
‘’I think that’s just wishful thinking.’’ You turned your head to look at him.
‘’You might be right.’’ He laughed.
You turn to lay on your side to completely face him. ‘’How are you feeling?’’
He waited before giving you an answer to think about it. ‘’I feel good… I think it’s over. For now.’’
You smiled. ‘’We’ll take them one at a time, as they come.’’
He turned to lay on his side too, facing you.
‘’Why do you spend so much time helping me?’’ He genuinely wondered.
‘’Why wouldn’t I?’’
‘’Because I don’t deserve help… Not after what I’ve done. I don’t deserve to have you.’’
‘’Buck, you deserve help. You need to stop believing that you don’t. You’re a good person, an amazing person even. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life. What happened to you… It doesn’t change that. Steve hasn’t told me everything but from what he’s said none of it was you. Maybe it’s not my place to say this but I think you need to hear it.’’ You paused, thinking carefully about how you were going to say this without triggering him.
‘’What they did to you… It was horrible. It was a hundred times worse than horrible. I know you remember everything, I know you feel guilty for all of them because you lived it but… Bucky, you couldn’t even speak unless you were given permission. They had to wipe your memory all the time because the real Bucky kept clawing his way back to the surface and you would have never done any of it if you had any control whatsoever. If you were a bad person, they wouldn’t have had to do what they did to you for so long. You would have done it without being forced to. If you were a bad person, you wouldn’t feel guilty about any of it. You wouldn’t wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares, you wouldn’t feel bad about yourself, you just wouldn’t care. They had to take everything that made you who you were away from you in order to be able to make you do what they wanted.’’
You pointed to his chest, to his heart, with your index. ‘’You have a good heart, James. As much as they tried to change that, the good in you was always stronger than the bad they tried to force into you and the good won in the end. I don’t expect you to stop feeling guilty, I don’t expect you to stop having nightmares because that’s your good heart winning over the bad again. I wish I could take all your pain away, all your bad memories and everything they made you do; just take it all away. But as I see it, it’s a reminder that you won Buck. They spent over 70 years trying to make you into an emotionless killing machine but look at where you are now. You won, Buck. I know it might not feel like you did but I promise you, you did.’’
You wiped some of his tears that had fallen on his cheeks. ‘’So yes, you deserve help. You deserve to have people around you that love and support you, people that’ll stand up for you, people that believe in you and how good you are. I know you compare yourself a lot to Steve and to me, you’re just as good as he is. No matter what happened before. You’re stuck with me for a long time.’’
You smiled at him. ‘’Exchange and refunds aren’t available for your purchase, I’m sorry.’’ You joked, trying to make him laugh.
He smiled and pulled you into a hug, nuzzling his face against yours. He was speechless.
‘’Could I have an official letter that says you think I’m better than Steve with your signature? Just so I can use it against him when he’s annoying.’’
‘’Mmmh, I think the words I used were just as good.’’
‘’I am 99.9% sure you said I was better than him. By a lot.’’
You laughed. ‘’Well if you’re that sure, you must be right then.’’
He raised his head to rest his forehead against yours. ‘’All jokes aside… Thank you.’’ He whispered.
‘’Anytime.’’ You closed your eyes.
‘’You’re gonna come back, right? After the mission…’’
You opened your eyes, surprised.
‘’Of course. I’ll always come back, I promise.’’
‘’You can’t promise that… You never know what might happen.’’
‘’James, I promise. I’ll always come back. Just trust me.’’ You kissed his forehead. ‘’Get some sleep.’’
The rest of the week flew by quickly. Bucky seemed to be doing a lot better though there were some moments when he would close up on himself but you were always right there to bring him back.
You had to spend a lot more time with Steve and Natasha because you would be working together on the assignment. You needed to work out the details of everyone’s specific job, what to bring and more importantly what you needed to bring back with you.
Bucky was always somewhere close when you had your meetings. He really tried to not be in his room as much and you loved that he was making so many efforts. He started to look and act a lot more like himself. His personality was really shining through and you were glad that the rest of the team could see more of his Bucky side. He seemed to slowly be letting go of the Winter Soldier, though there were things he would never be able to leave behind, the small details that he had held on to for so long because he thought he had to were being pushed aside to, hopefully, be forgotten for good.
You felt bad to be leaving at such an important time in his healing process but you knew he was strong and he would get through it without you.
The day that both you and Bucky most dreaded was here. You had to wake up at 3am as you had to leave at 4am sharp. Not one minute later, Captain’s order.
The night before you had tried to convince Bucky to sleep in his room, that way when you woke up you could just leave and let him sleep instead of keeping him awake as you got ready but he never gave in.
When your alarm rang at 3, you quickly grabbed your phone to shut it off so as to not wake Bucky up. A few seconds later you felt him move behind you.
‘’Is it time already?’’ He was still half asleep and it was more of a mumble than anything else.
‘’Yes.’’ You whispered. ‘’Go back to sleep.’’
You tried moving but his arm that was around you held you down.
‘’Just 5 more minutes.’’ He mumbled again, nuzzling his face in your neck making you shiver.
How could you say no to that?
‘’Fine. 5 more minutes but that’s it.’’
You had actually given him 10 more minutes.
‘’Ok Buck, I really need to get up now otherwise I’m going to be late and Cap’s gonna have my ass.’’ You tried wiggling out of his hold. No success.
‘’That ass is mine, tell that to Steve.’’
You chuckled. The man had no filter when he was half asleep.
‘’Buck…. I need to go.’’
‘’Ok,ok. I’m up.’’ He kissed your shoulder and sat up, letting go of your waist finally allowing you to move.
You got out of bed, shivering from the drop in temperature compared to being wrapped in blankets and Bucky.
‘’What do you mean you’re up? Go back to sleep! It’s almost 3:30.’’
You waited until your eyes had adjusted to the darkness before moving around to grab your clothes and bags. You didn’t want to turn on any lights so Bucky could go back to sleep, but apparently he had a different idea in mind. He switched on the lamp on the nightstand next to him, blinding you in the process.
‘’I’ll go back to sleep after you’ve left. I’m walking you to the jet.’’ He stretched his arms and back, getting out of bed.
The moment his feet touched the floor of your room, you knew you had lost and there was no way you could change his mind. You still tried though.
You grabbed your tactical gear. ‘’You don’t have to do that.’’
‘’I know I don’t have to, but I want to.’’ He shrugged.
You smiled and hurried to your bathroom to change from your pyjamas to your uniform. You didn’t have a special suit like Steve did. They were very simple clothes that were just a little more flexible so you could move easily in them and you wore combat boots. Your uniform also had a few holsters for knives and guns, but you wouldn’t need those until you landed in Russia.
You walked back into your room and your heart almost melted at how adorable Bucky looked. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, fighting sleep like his life depended on it with your bag right next to him. He was still in his sweats and the t-shirt he was always wearing to bed but he had his boots on, completely unlaced, and somehow he made it look good.
‘’Ready?’’ He yawned.
You nodded while putting on your leather jacket and he stood up. He took your bag in his left hand and led you out of your room with his right hand at the small of your back. Once the two of you had passed the door, he wrapped his right arm around your shoulders and brought you closer to his side as you both walked towards the elevator.
You pressed the ‘’up’’ button and waited in silence as you were both very tired. When the doors finally opened, you walked in and pressed the button for the roof. Bucky pulled you closer until you were standing facing him and hugged you with both arms. You put your arms around his waist and hugged him back. Appreciating the few minutes left you had together for the next week.
When the elevator dinged and the doors opened on the roof, you went back to your previous position under his arm and you walked towards Steve who was waiting near the quinjet.
‘’Good morning!’’ Steve greeted you with a huge smile on his face and a tone that was way too cheery for the time.
You and Bucky both groaned at the same time at how happy he was to see you. You looked at Steve, he looked so well rested. ‘’Did you even sleep last night?’’ You asked.
‘’Yep.’’ He smiled.
‘’You’re gonna have to share your secrets with me because you always look so well rested, it’s annoying.’’ You yawned, covering your mouth with your hand.
‘’I took the super soldier serum, I was on ice for almost 70 years, I moisturize daily and go to bed early when I have to get up at 3. Then, I actually get up at 3.’’
You raised your hands in defeat and pointed to Bucky. ‘’Take that up with him, I was up at 3.’’
‘’I don’t remember you putting that much of a fight.’’ He nudged your side. ‘’Can’t believe you just threw me under the bus like that.. No hesitation.’’ He sighed. ‘’Loyalty is so hard to find these days.’’
You rolled your eyes. ‘’Are all men over 100 this dramatic?’’
Steve looked at the both of you, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. ‘’Are you always like this?’’ He asked.
‘’Like what?’’ You frowned.
‘’Bickering. You could easily pass for a married couple that’s been together for decades.’’
You gasped. ‘’Married for decades and I don’t have a ring? Talk about a let down.’’
‘’Aw, my poor baby.’’ Bucky pat you on the head.
‘’I should divorce you.’’ You swatted at his hand on your head.
‘’You can try, but you’d miss me too much.’’
You shrugged, tilting slightly your head to the side. ‘’Meh, you’re probably right.’’
‘’You two exhaust me.’’ Steve said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
‘’Where’s Nat? Is she already inside?’’ You chose to ignore his remark.
‘’Right here.’’ You hear a voice coming from behind you and a few seconds later Natasha was standing next to Steve.
You smiled at her and turned your attention back to Steve, missing the way she was eyeing you and Bucky and the tiny smirk that appeared on her lips but Bucky saw it. He just glared at her and tightened his hold around you.
Steve looked at the time. ‘’Ok, wheels up in five. See ya later, Buck.’’
‘’Later, punk.’’
Steve shook his head at the nickname and disappeared in the jet, Nat right behind him not bothering to say anything to Bucky because neither of them cared.
Bucky gently dropped your bag to the ground and grabbed you by the waist.
‘’Come here.’’ He smiled, pulling you to his chest. He put his arms around your waist and kissed your forehead.
You wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your face against his chest and held on for as long as you could before Steve yelled at you that you needed to go.
‘’I’ll miss you baby.’’ He whispered against your skin.
‘’I’ll miss you too.’’ You whispered back, your voice muffled by his chest.
He relanctualy let go, picking your bag up again and gave it to you. Your fingers wrapped around the straps of the bag and Bucky pulled gently on the bag to bring you close again. He kissed your cheek. ‘’Be careful.’’
‘’Be good.’’ You told him.
You smiled at each other and Bucky took his hand away from the bag, taking a few steps back. You turned around and walked in the jet, only turning once to smile and wave at Bucky. Ok, maybe it was two times.
The door closed behind you and you headed for your seat. Steve went in the front and sat behind the commands. ‘’Buckle up.’’ He said to both you and Nat.
Bucky watched the quinjet rise in the air and he stayed on the roof until it was completely out of sight. Just like that, you were gone.
Your heart clenched at the thought of not being able to see him or talk to him for an entire week, you tried to ease your mind by telling yourself that everything was going to be ok. Because everything was going to be.
Right…?
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volkswagonblues · 3 years
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a lil guide to the Fire Nation for the ATLA fic writers out there
(aka. a no means exhaustive primer on east asia by an asian person)
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This is a guide for fic writers want to write a canon-era story set in the Fire Nation, or featuring Fire Nation characters. A quick little primer on the tiny details of everyday life that you might not think about, but certainly stuff that would make me, an asian person, wince if I were to encounter it. BRUSHES, not quills. CHOPSTICKS, not forks. 
(note #1: this was partly inspired by a chat with @elilim​) 
(note: #2:  I originally intended it for zukka fic writers before realizing that other writers might find it useful. so apologies for a slight Zuko-bias for that reason)
(note #3: this is all stuff i was thinking about when writing firebender’s guide, in case anyone was wondering)
1. CLOTHING
Okay, I think the most straightforward way to describe what everyone’s wearing most of the time is “tunic”. They’re all just...tunics of different colours and varieties. Later when Zuko’s the Fire Lord he wears robes. The show provides a better visual guide than I could, here are a few notes to keep in mind:
a) Japanese people wear their collars LEFT crossed over RIGHT
I don’t think this would come up in writing as much as it would in art, but it’s considered bad luck to do it the wrong way because that’s only for dead people. Let my boy Zuko demonstrate:
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b) There are no buttons
This is picky, but Wikipedia says “Functional buttons with buttonholes for fastening or closing clothes appeared first in Germany in the 13th century.[6] They soon became widespread with the rise of snug-fitting garments in 13th- and 14th-century Europe.” I kinda believe it. If you look closely, characters’ clothes are always tied together or wrapped in some way with a belt. If there are fasteners, they’re braided frog closures that go into a little loop, like the qipao-style dresses women wear in Ba Sing Se, or Zuko’s casual prince’s clothes in the topmost image. Anyways, I don’t think Zuko or Azula or the Gaang would technically button or unbutton anything when they’re changing clothes. Clothing is designed to be tied, not buttoned.
[so much more under cut]
c) This isn’t a real rule, but there’s something called koromogae, or the seasonal changing of clothing in Japan.
This is something I learned when I was writing firebender’s guide, and I just liked the fun detail about there being a strict calendar for when to wear something. I liked the idea of someone like Zuko, who actually spent most of his formative years outside of the Fire Nation, coming home and just suffering mutely through the summer heat because upper class etiquette says no changing into cooler clothes until August 15. 
From My Asakusa: 
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And this website:
Generally, people change from thick, heavy, dark-coloured clothes for winter to thin, lighter, bright-coloured clothes for spring and summer. In traditional Japanese culture, particularly in formal settings such as tea ceremony, it is important to acknowledge the changes of seasons—in such circumstances, not only the patterns and colours of the kimono that are worn but also the utensils and furniture that are used are required to change. By changing their clothing, people notice and appreciate the change of seasons. [Japan Foundation]
Here are some visual guides from the official creators for clothes: (notice how it’s pretty much always left over right)
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2.FOOD AND EATING
a) Traditional cuisine
It seems like the most common foods in canon are Fire Flakes and meat, to the point where poor Aang had to eat lettuce out of the garbage at some point.
HOWEVER, the Fire Nation seems to basically a big subtropical archipelago, so I would guess that seafood and rice are common. If you want to write about characters eating, a. quick google for “traditional japanese cuisine” would help you come up with a menu really quickly.
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Wikipedia says:
The traditional cuisine of Japan, washoku (和食), lit. "Japanese eating" (or kappō (ja:割烹)), is based on rice with miso soup and other dishes; there is an emphasis on seasonal ingredients. Side dishes often consist of fish, pickled vegetables, and vegetables cooked in broth. Seafood is common, often grilled, but also served raw as sashimi or in sushi.
But before we get too serious, at one point the Gaang eats a “smoked sea slug” (Sokka’s Master) 
Oh ATLA, never stop being you.
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b) Utensils
One thing to keep in mind is chopstick etiquette. Someone like Zuko or Toph, for instance, would have completely internalized all of these.
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Another thing is that there are no glasses. Cups and bowls are made of ceramic or clay. Let the Gaang show you:
And another note: characters won’t eat “bread” in the European sense, ie. a baked lump of dough. Steamed buns, yes. Fried pancakes made from batter, yes. Flatbreads, okay I’ll give it a pass. Rice or noodles should be the most common carbs of choice.
3.ETIQUETTE
“In the homeland, we bow to our elders” - angry schoolmistress in The Headband.
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Japan Guide has a list of etiquette rules for visiting Japan, which is interesting but not too necessary to read. In general, based on what The Headband tells us, Fire Nation characters would have been raised with a strong nationalist curriculum that values communal contribution over individualist expression. Even someone like Zuko, who openly rebels against that, probably couldn’t help but be affected by it. In general the Fire Nation seems to have an East Asian-ish set of values. It’s patriarchal, all the positions of authority are filled by men; there seems to be a strong emphasis on patriotism; there’s a sense of diffidence and respect towards one’s elders; and finally, there’s an emphasis on “knowing” one’s place in society and fitting into what’s expected of oneself.
I don’t really know how to describe it, but in China and Japan I sometimes feel like there’s rules for everything, and even people born and raised there acknowledge it could be stifling at times. You could go down a rabbit hole researching points of etiquette (for instance, rules on who has to sit where in group dinners...), but to me the most important thing is acknowledging that Fire Nation has a rigid system of etiquette, and also, they’re an imperialist power who’s pretty prejudiced against foreigners. Poor Aang/Kuzon gets called “mannerless colony slob” just for being slow on the bowing action (!!!)
(in firebender’s guide I had a lot of fun imagining the stupid microaggressions Ambassador Sokka has to face in the Fire Nation, so obviously I’m just biased)
4.WRITING AND DESKS
Characters would probably write on paper, with a calligraphy brush. Not quills or pens -- a brush. Technically, old Japanese and Chinese texts should be written top to bottom, right to left, but the show itself doesn’t do this, so I think you’re fine. 
One fun thing about traditional calligraphy is that you don’t use bottled ink. You have something called an ink stone, and then you grind your ink yourself by rubbing the ink stone in a special little dish with a bit of water. In my (very few) encounters with this stuff in the calligraphy lessons of my youth, the ink stones can be plain or have beautiful designs on the side. It looks something like this: 
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ATLA is an East Asian-ish universe, so characters are likely to be kneeling at a table, not sitting. To demonstrate, here’s my boy Sokka doing his famous rainbow at Piandao’s:
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and here’s the war chamber meeting when Zuko speaks out against a general’s plans to sacrifice some soldiers:
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THERE ARE EXCEPTIONS: This is Zuko’s cute little setup when he’s writing his goodbye letter to Mai. In this case he’s writing in a chair and table. It’s possible that some furniture items, like a sitting desk and a bed in a bedframe (not a bedroll or futon) are special royal palace features. Normally in a private setting we see characters sitting on the ground or on a slightly elevated platform with a low table. Maybe Caldera is just different? Or rich people are just different: the Bei Fongs also have a sit-down dining table + chair setup.
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(That little rectangular box is his ink dish!!)
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5.A NOTE ON GENERAL CULTURE
It’s worth talking about a few general points of East Asian culture. I can’t claim to speak for ALL of Asia, and I don’t think I should. But I do think ATLA fic writers who want to set something in the Fire Nation should take a few moments to at least skim the wiki pages for filial piety and Nihonjinron (literally, "theories/discussions about the Japanese"). There’s a certain...vibe to...asianness... that I’m not sure I can explain without like, a doctorate degree in sociology. 
It’s a bit like gender, I guess. There’s no definitive checklist to what is a woman and what is a man, and we can argue that gender is performative, that it’s a construct, but at the end of the day gender is still (tragically) real in the sense that it still shapes people and affects how we walk and talk and dress and think. Nationality is the same. Obviously, the Fire Nation is a made up place in a made up show, but out of respect to the cultures that inspired it, I do think it’s worth familiarizing yourself with some of these cultures’ codes and values.
Also, ahem, if I can direct you to war crimes in the Japan’s colonial empire. Again, worth remembering that the Fire Nation was an imperalist colonizer too.
I might do a continuation of this post and talk through my more abstract takes about Fire Nation culture - Is Zuko an example of filial piety gone right or filial piety gone wrong? Why I think Zuko’s flashbacks are like, at least part teenage melodrama bullshit (the reason is son preference), how someone like Sokka might be treated once he’s openly Water Tribe in the Fire Nation (probably with racism...), specific aspects of asian homophobia and racism, etc. We’ll see.
This is not a definitive guide. Comments and critique welcome.
If you think there’s a factual mistake, PLEASE hop in my asks and let me know. I also think there’s a huge blind spot in ATLA for South and Southeast Asian representation, so I acknowledge that I can’t speak for all Asians, and there is no such thing as a “pan-asian” identity.
If there’s something else you’re curious about, I’m not a historian or anything, but I like research. Ask me and I’ll try to answer the best I can.
And oh, one last thing, this is how I do research when I wrote firebender’s guide, in case anyone’s interested in learning more (LINK)
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Hello!! Can I request headcanons about gn mc who got sick (with fever or something to the point they can't go to school) and the twst boys decided to visit and take care of them? I've always enjoyed your headcanon! Thank you!!
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Riddle Rosehearts
He's got much of a weak immune system himself so he's usually prepared for unexpected situations like this. He knows what to do.
Just lay back against your pillow, do exactly as he says and you'll return to full health in no time
He'd probably be really angry if he finds you out of bed without his permission or spending too much time over your phone and reading books; he insists on you resting and much as possible.
He agrees on being possibly a -bit- over protective but he doesn't mind. If this will do any good at your healing process then he's more than okay with it.
Whenever you tell him to stop over stressing himself because of you he just goes: " Me ? Over stressing? Of course not! If you wish me to be calmer than I already am, then stop playing around and rest well till you get better."
He truly does work his hardest for you while you need him, from takings notes of what has been teached during your absence to spending at least 2 hours a day with you, making sure that nothing goes wrong.
As the strict leader of Heartslabyul, he usually spends most of the day watching over students and checking whether they are doing good at school and exams or not, but for now he cuts back on these responsibilities to take care of you. He may not shout that out loudly, but he always puts you before any other responsibilities he might have. Perhaps he enjoys spending time with you just as much as he enjoys having fresh strawberry tarts.
Trey Clover
You were still trying to catch up with the classes but Trey just knew that it'd be too much. It was him who made you forget about the school and instead, rest in your room.
You are a bit stressed out about not being able to take care of your chores, but thankfully he is there for you. He isn't known as heartslabyul's mother for no reason, make sure that he knows how to caress and pamper you better than anyone else.
Aside checking on you every day and bringing you additional medicines and food, he makes sure to collect notes of everything that is teached during your apsence so you won't have problems catching up with the studies afterwards . No need to mention that his cooking on the other hand is stunning, 5 star chef Trey at your service.
He understands that it might be a bit boring laying down in bed without anyone to talk to, so he often comes to you as you need someone to talk to and also brings you your favorite books to read so you won't get any bored when he can't be there.
He never says a word to make you feel any bad or frustrating about being nursed by him, instead he knows how to motivate you to get better even sooner: " Nursing you is absolutely adorable, but I don't want my dear (y/n) stuck in a bed all day while I'm willing to show you way more exciting things than a just couple of books,"
Cater Diamond
Clones, clones and clones :Time to get to work! The best part with it is that he can always make sure to have at least one of his clones watching over you even if he's busy with school or stuff, not that he lets you know what he's doing though.
You wonder why Cater's staying with you 24/7, as a third year student, isn't he supposed to be like, really busy with studying? Cater assures you that there's nothing to worry about, and it seriously isn't. He can always catch up with everything even his actual self stays all night at yours.
While his use of clones might seem a bit tricky, he still makes sure to provide you with anything you as long as you're sick need and even more: Bringing you roses and chibi, stuffed animals as gifts, along with sweet chill chats whenever you're awake, sending you soft love quotes with a bunches of colorful hearts and kisses via text even as he's right beside you, He enjoys how you'll need to look up your messages to see what he texts you allthough he's sitting just a few meters away from you. Aw, the way you blush whenever youlok at your phone, how cute~
Ace Trappola
What's the purpose of going to school when he does not understand a single word of it while his mind is all stuck on you? What are doing now? Are you fine? Does your chest Still hurt? Has your pain gotten any worse? Is there someone with you right now? What if you need help??
He's about to lose his mind, he tries asking someone free to check on you but there doesn't seem to be such a person available at the moment. 'That's it , I'll go on my own'
With the help of the year gang ( Jack, Deuce and Epel) he fakes breaking his leg during a PE session and yeets off the school for an entire week. YES!
He is moving to your place for a couple of days and Deuce will cover up for him whenever someone asks where Ace is.
Ace just knows that you're sick, he isn't sure of the exact name or type of your illness. On his way to yours, he fills a bag with anything he finds at Heartslabyul's cabinets with any title as -medicine- for you. He'll later look for the right one you need between them.
When you get to look into what he has brought, you aren't sure if he's kidding or not and when you ask, Ace realizes that he's really goofed up: what he actually brought was nothing else than animal medicines, and he he literally brought you each and every of them existing in Heartslabyul; how come didn't he see the pets/only label-??
You're lucky that you already have your medicines prepared, so you tell him not to worry about it. He feels so damn embarrassed wanting to melt into earth right now, but you have to admit he really lifted up your mood. You're happy to have your cute, Crabby-haired idiot besides you while you're sick, and he tries his best to help you with cooking and making sure of you taking your right medicines on time to make up for the mess he made on his first day:" Ehehe...at least...you can use some of them when Grim gets sick, right ?"
Deuce Spade
He really wants to stay there taking care of you but... he has to go to school as well. He has to get much higher grades this semester if he doesn't want to have to spend another year as a first year.
He can't skip any of classes, but promises to spend the rest of his day after school.
He rushes with his school uniform still on to your place, not wanting to be even a second late . He has to carry some casual clothes along with his books since he wants to stay over nights if you need him.
Due to get getting in trouble a lot back at the time, he's rather educated in medical field so he knows much and less of what he'll need to do as you're sick?
His cooking isn't something he can rely on so he goes to Trey, telling that he needs some soup for Ace since he seems to be looking a bit sick lately?
He prepares your food, brings you warm towels, repeatedly checks your body temperature and when you're finally asleep, gets to his own studies. He ends up Having fewer than 3 hours of night sleep multiplr times and once, he didn't get any sleep at all.
He tries his hardest to look his best in front of you so you won't notice how terrible he actually is; when you question the bags under his eyes, he claims them to be left from the mascara which a couple of guys put on him a few days ago for fun and consistently laughs. Damn, this boy doesn't even know how to lie huh? He is literally dying, but he won't tell you a word. He can handle worse...
When you finally return to full health you realize how terrible he's been doing lately and you take rule of his nurse this time. Making sure that your cinnamon roll would finally get some sleep.
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Leona Kingscholar
"My room, now". You look way too terrible to be able to make it to the classes therefore he has to make sure that you won't do anything stupid while you need to be taking some rest.
Bringing you to his own room wasn't his main intention since he just wanted to keep an eye on you but couldn't afford to visit you everyday if you didn't live any close to him so, easiest solution to the problem would be you staying with him.
He lets you use his bed but keeps on reminding you that it's just because you're sick so you better not be expecting such things to ever happen again. He would fall asleep in less than a minute at whatever he lays his head on, so sleeping on the ground isn't as hard as it seems. He just had to make sure that you would't step on him or his tail when you walk out of the bed.
He can ask Ruggie to nurse you and all, but decides to do most of your stuff on his own because it'd be a lot worse if Ruggie too gets sick. Sharing the same room with you has already put him on a pretty high infection risk so, that wouldn't really matter if he's the one nursing you or not. He doesn't really mind getting sick either, a free chance to take some days off school and chill; why not ?
He turns out to be pretty good with board games and there's no need to worry about getting bored while you can go for 100+ chess matches with Leona winning you each and every time; a bit ironic, but entertraining nonetheless.
He's actually really enjoying spending time with you, but isn't really expressing it. The only time when he actually shows some direct affection is when he plants secret kisses on your forehead as you're asleep.
Ruggie Bucchi
He has grown up in an awfully poor family with multiple siblings, so he's pretty familiar to the pain of seeing those you hold dear sick .He has turned into a not only responsible but also supportive boy toward friends and family, so you can make sure that he can take the best care of you while you're sick.
Perhaps his only problem is...Leona. He'd need Ruggie around even during school time and the hyena boy can't even have a full 30 minutes away from him which makes it impossible for Ruggie to take his time checking on you at least once a day.
Well, he has to find a way to babysit both of you at the same time so, -Let's take you to his own room-
Great ! He no longer needs to worry now that he can take care of you both. Leona too agrees on you staying at his as long as you don't cause any trouble.
Poor Ruggie has to sleep on the floor but assure you that he rarely gets to be the one sleeping on bed back in the home so, he is kinda used to sleeping on the cold ground.
He knows how to cook? Much and and less of it but who cares? He just asks you what you want and returns with it in 30 minutes; guess why: Because he'd just borrow the food from someone else. He doesn't mind his dirty ways indeed, you're sick so, you're more important than some dude wanting to chill on his food during lunchtime.
He just takes a list of medicines you may need and returns with all of them in his bag. He has to come at the right time on his own every time you have to take any of them since you'd most likely either fall asleep or forget to take them on time.
Enjoy your time with him, because it's gonna be a real luxury. He'd treat you nothing less than the way he treats Leona as he's sick so, you may consider yourself a part of a royal family at his service.
Jack Howl
Fluffy tsundere wolf is ready to give up on all he's got for you, what on earth might be sweeter than this ?
The moment, no, the second he realizes that you're not feeling well, Jack would immediately take you to the nurse office to see if you're. It's such a relief that it isn't thst serious, all you need to do is to take some rest.
Meanwhile you're resting in bed, he'll do the shopping and asks the kitchen for some soup ( You're sick you can't have too salty or sweet foods like normal cafeteria meals ) He gives up on his own meal to get some for you instead, it's just hunger of course he can handle it.
He feeds you and makes sure that you'll finish your entire meal, reminds you to take your medicines on time, brings you your favorite books to read and, most importantly, listens to... anything you'd ask him for.
He hardly ever lets anyone touch his ears or tail but if it's you, why not? You even fall asleep hugging his tail like a doll and he just patiently waits for you to wake up, blushing as he appreciates how cute you look while asleep.
Damn he has to keep the distance otherwise he as well would end up being sick but, it just seems impossible to say no when you ask for cuddles.
Jack tells you stories of his home town and national legends making your mouth drop in fascination. His stories seem to amaze him just as they amaze you and it makes him unbelievably happy to see you liking things he's been appreciating all over his life.
He even gets to the point of talking about his will to become all mighty and strong just like the magicians he looks up to, especially Leona. Just watching his strength gives you the will to overcome your illness and be at least a bit like Jack; he's really great, isn't he?
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Azul Ashengrotto
No no no- Unacceptable! You shouldn't be sick, you shouldn't -get- sick- He told you to watch what you eat and what you wear as it's raining out there - HE TOLD YOU A MILLION TIMES- But now what? You are sick.
Azul panicks, he keeps on exaggerating the whole thing even if it's just a normal cold. He just isn't the type to easily deal with sicknesses. Whenever he catches a cold, it'll take him weeks to return to full health due to how weak his body is and, he's so worried about you being the same.
Soup, warm water bath, Medicines , magic potions to reduce the fever, ultimate revival spells... he showers you in all of them. Even if the virus won't kill you Azul's overprotection will most likely do, and he'll get really mad if you tell him that he's exaggerating it.
When you regain half of your full health, you ask him to let you return to school and- He immediately pits you back in bed: "No leavings, not until you're done with this troublesome fever or whatever."
You feel like an adult forced to stay in a cradle and wear diapers meanwhile Azul thinks that you're too naive to take your health seriously.
When you finally manage to pull him over, you realize how sick and pale he's gotten since you got sick. The bags under his eyes proved that he hasn't been getting much of sleep recently. "God what have you done to yourself-"
You finally tell him that he's the one who needs help , not you. You plant a kiss on his cheek and force his head to your lap, wanting him to get some sleep. He slowly understands that he might've been taking it a bit too seriously, but since you are fine now, he's kinda glad that he took it hard on you. He just wants you to be safe and sound; even if his it's going to cost his own health on the first placd.
Jade Leech
Humans get sick? It's pretty rare of aquatic creatures, especially eels to get sick so Jade's pretty new to this . 'wow , pathetic , aren't humans?' he thinks . Well anyway he can't just stand back and make fun humans while you seem to be in serious pain, but what can he do? He still has a lot to learn about human life and it's his first time having one of them sick, oh man.
Well, they tell that you should get some...rest ? Well maybe he should take you to bed. First step done , let's go for the rest. He blocks several of his classmates in the corners asking for... information. He simply takes notes . Possibly useful medicines and meals, hours of sleeping, allowed activities, useful tips, warnings, etc.
He has to read the list several times to make sure that he's got it all right. Let's nurse (y/n).
He unexpectedly goes from 0 to 100 like bam- bye eel boy hello nurse Leech. He'll turn your room into a hospital room, a good one though, filled with dolls and flowers and anything he was told to add because they send away positive vibes.
His cooking on the other hand is amazing. He'll look for several light meals for sick bodies but- chooses those which match your tastes . You can't help but to love everything he cooks . Chef's kiss.
He changes your bed pillow and cloths everyday, returning with washed, silky pillows and covers . A warm, smooth bed is what you need for a good sleep.
If there was such a status he would've been the god of nursing; wow you would've needed pay him off a lot for his service if he wasn't giving it all to his darling for free.
When you finally regain your health, he just has one more question left to ask before leading you to your daily classes: "Now now dear, would you mind rating me , and my nursing service?"
seem like he's really curious to see whether he's done it correctly or not.
Floyd Leech
Things seem so uncool when you're not as energetic as always , pale skin as if you're choking on lack of oxygen and bizarreness in your movements like a doll, smh, so boring.
Just like Jade, he's pretty new to surface life and watching you bear with illness looks pretty weird in his eyes?
When Jade, finally, informs him on what exactly happens to human body while struggling with an illness and what he must do to you to get rid of this annoying mode, he understands. Floyd still finds human's body shitty for how weak it is but decides to use Jade's words as a guide to deal with you.
A warm bed, fluffy pillows and stuffed animals, these seemed to be enough for step one: Enough of rest and sleep. He can't blame you on this one though, sleeping is always amazing. Something that never gets boring. Everything seems to be pretty fine to begin with, sadly it won't last any longer than a few hours-
He's told to bring you food, but when he returns with 4 bags filled with chocolate, candy, soda and chips; it's obvious that he didn't get the point correctly. Jade explains that your body is still way to weak for too salty or sweet foods, even highly cooked meals would worsen your immune system and make it take much longer to be healed.
Floyd goes for a second pick up and this time: this time returns with raw potatoes and frozen meat- Raw potatoes and frozen meat-. Well, he just followed everything Jade told him...? Neither too salty nor to sweet, and raw because Jade told him not to bring over-cooked stuff. Even if the virus did you no harm you would've probably died under his food selections if Jade wasn't there to stop him...
While his food choices might be horrible, Floyd's still one of the best mutuals you can have close when you aren't feeling well. With him beside you, giggling and chuckling as he rambles on how boring his day was, you've got to admit that you'd rarely feel sick when he's around. Although you're sick at the moment, nothing seems to have changed between the two of you, he enjoys spending time with you now just as much as he enjoys it when you're all safe and sound.
Well...maybe he can't be the best nurse you'd get to have , but one thing's for sure: No one can ever make you laugh like he does and, you know what say: Laughter is the best medicine~
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Kalim al asim
He can't be any more worried, he stresses out whenver a friend is sick and now, it's not just a friend, it's -you-, one of the dearest and closest ones Kalim had ever had; just how can he keep calm ???
He is being raised under severe health protection and hardly ever catches even a simple cold, several people had taught him strict health routines and he had to follow them all over his life, so he is considerably familiar with ways of overcoming and illness , and that's what he's here for!
Jamil forbids him from cooking since it's too dangerous if he needs to use any knifes, but that wouldn't hold him back from finding enormous food recipes based on your favorite condiments to make your meal more pleasant.
He makes sure to prepare anything you need in a matter of seconds, golden peacock or 5000 camels, doesn't matter ! He's got way more than enough and what use would be better than giving them to you?
He can take care of you on his own, but Jamil insists on Kalim leaving it all to him and stay away from you as much as possible (No need to mention the high risk of infection for Kalim since he's almost sticking to you all the time)
Jamil as well would caress you meanwhile you rest at Scarabia (Right, Kalim proudly brought you there ) and Kalim, makes sure to stay close to you as much as he can, mostly when Jamil isn't around to tell him off- He doesn't want to put Jamil in more trouble but, you are his first priority.
You're bound to your bed, but just having Kalim around brings way more fascinating adventures than what you might get to see out there. His stories really do show you to a whole new world and takes the pain in your lungs and chest way further that your mind could catch . Perhaps Kalim is he one and only who can make your mind fly, even as your body's laying lifelessly in bed.
Jamil Viper
For the first time, someone stressed him out more than Kalim always does. He's always expecting to be scared to death because of him, but because of you? Damn he didn't see this coming.
Depending on what your illness is, he manages to freak out even more or clam himself down to his sane self, but the main point is how he's got to serve you all the best until you're totally safe.
He soon prepares any kind of medicine and chemical you may need and you have to use them all properly, don't even think of rejecting any single one of them otherwise Jamil would force feed you: "Don't be such a baby, you won't get any better unless you have these"
Just like Azul, he might be a bit overprotective with your health since he doesn't even let you leave the bed for more than a few minutes. He insists on you avoiding any sort of activities that may be tiring or heavy to your body.
To be honest, the thought of using his snake whisper on you when you don't behave or ask him to stop being so strict over a simple illness crosses his mind. Luckily, he refuses to use it. You're still his lover that'd be too heartless of him to take advantage of you like this just because you can't see how much he loves you.
He needs to keep the distance, but has to admit that it can be really hard to avoid hugging and kissing all over your face when you're gazing at him with that sweet smile.
Having you close makes Jamil realize how affectionate he actually is: How much he misses the healthy and happy you who he was never in a danger. Well maybe this nursing days gives him a lesson to at least try to have some sweeter time with you while you are all safe and sound - and not tiredly laying in your bed.
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Vil Schoenheit
You can consider yourself nothing less than a Prince/ Princess when Vil of all people is caressing you. Your body is still way too weak to have control of anything going on in your life at the moment, and that's how Vil takes control over all of them- all in your life. Which means that you now have to live and do as he wishes.
He will take no effort in turning you into one of the fairest of all students in school (Not that you'll ever reach him though) as long as he can have his eyes over you. His rules are way more than just -beauty- ; just as he can be the all fair and powerful Queen who steps on you, he knows how to play the role of the nurse like a Queen would do~
A royal maiden is only to serve the royal family, so it's time to show how much of a princess /prince you can be in bed. You don't need to worry about your medicines or meals since Vil's always organized and on time with them, not to mention that his cooking too seems to be pretty good. He uses light yet, nutritious recipes that you'd enjoy and you're really surprised because these kinds food don't really look tasty.
Perhaps he just needed an excuse all this time to get this close to you, so he can take care of anything he's been dreaming to do with you all this time. Pedicure and manicure, trying on new fruit masks, resting face and body muscles to have a smoother, cleaner skin, etc.
Your room is a beauty salon at this point and you usually forget that you're actually sick.
He works on not only your physical beauty but also your manners, he doesn't care if you're sick or not . It's the best time to take away your poor manners and habits.
Well the scary Queen has got his own soft spots too; while indirectly giving you beauty lessons, he enjoys teasing you as you sometimes look pretty naive and new to all dos and don'ts of a high-level life like his, and he's more than pleased to teach you: "Pull yourself together , potato."
Rook Hunt
He isn't really into the whole nursing game but- If it's an opportunity to stalk caress and admire you all night, why not?
He is lowkey familiar with the basics so, it isn't supposed to be that difficult to handle . Finding pills and medicines isn't hard either since they can all be found at mister S's shop. ( He would've liked it better if he had to get them from a moster or something, anything more adventurous)
Though he doesn't really like quiet and safe journeys he'd actually appreciate it if it's with you. And of course, he won't let anyone else take advantage. Let it just be with the two of you and all~
He isn't about to hurt or scare you in any sort way; it's true that he just loves it when things get a bit dangerous but, he knows how to manage excitement as well. You want him to be a soft gentleman? Then that's what he's going to be.
Rook would be the softest Rook you could've ever imagined when he plays the nurse. It can't even be called nursing: It's about a passionate lover spending all his time with his darling who isn't feeling well. Even his expressions are taken to a totally different level, the mysterious smile he always puts on is replaced with a worried and, mildly sad gaze that makes your heart melt.
Might sound too dramatic bug he may even sing you to sleep. Sweetest words ever dancing to the rhythm of his unique accent that make your cheeks hurt at trying not to blush. This isn't the only drama he's up to though, even his normal speaking often ends up with your mind drowning in feelings. He won't bother giving you soft kisses on hand and forehead when you don't expect it. He likes surprising you, even if it's in a romantic way.
And...the real Rook, is only out when you're asleep. Sitting on a chair just a few inches away from your bed, a pair of eyes carefully follow the pace of your chest as it rises and falls. He's never tired, a huntsman gets no sleep as long as his prey's close by. Wow, if sweetness is all he needed to approach you, then he should give it a try more often~
Epel Felmier
His first reaction to hearing of you being sick is summarised in :Gasping, Blushing, Questioning, Sad puppy eyes. "It's just a simple fever...right? (Y/n) will soon be better..." , Epel confronts himself. He isn't getting overly emotional, but when it comes to you, he does have a sensitive spot.
At first, it is his anxiety over your health that makes him want to come over to your house to check up on you everyday but , it soon ends up being more serious. What if this is an opportunity to prove his reliability? You'd finally get to see how much of a strong and helpful man he can be. Even as he looks soft.
While Epel's trying his hardesr to seem a tough as possible, you can't help but to adore his cuteness as he is doing his best while you're sick. He bakes you the best of apple pies you've ever had and you have to admit; being sick can't hold you back from enjoying the sweet taste of fresh, caramelized baked apples melting in your mouth.
Growing up to be a country boy, he never really relied on chemicals as a useful cure to any illnesses. He's more into organic ways of helping human body into regaining its lost energy, which can be put as : 1) Healthy food 2) Enough of sleep and rest 3) Lifted up spirits and enough of humor. He'd be really protective over the last option, he wants to make sure that your self-esteem and spirits would be way better than ever
He has to keep the distance, but some small cuddles would not hurt, right? Perhaps some small forehead kisses before bedtime too. He's still pretty uncomfortable with kisses but, since you're sick...that can be counted as an exception.
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Idia Shroud
He's been away from humanity for too long; long enough to almost forget that humans get sick. Robots sometimes have their codings crashed or their gears damaged, that's when they'll need an engineer to repair them . How did the cure system work with humans?? He can't really remember. Due to spending time with almost nobody except Ortho (who happens to be a robot) and hardly ever leaving his room and as the result, barely getting sick, Idia is pretty new to human body's metabolism; he isn't sure of what he might be able to do for you. But, humans have something called...immune system, right? Ah something that heals body on its own. Well maybe relying on that would be enough.
He decides to give you some far distance support instead of comimg all way down to your dorm . He can't be any more happier of technology's existence for such cases. Your immune system can heal you on its own, all he've got to do is to send some motivation your way. The summary of most of his extremely motivational texts would be : "What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger! Keep it up (y/n)!!👊✨💥" and when you reply telling him how terrible you're feeling he'd just try to look for strongers sentences-
He repeatedly mistakes humans and robots and accidently texts you:" why don't you get someone to repair you?" several times. Then goes to bang his head against the wall realizing how dumb he's acting.
When you get worse he gives up. Maybe those sentences wasn't enough of motivation . Idia really does want to come visit you in person but he seems to be bound to his area. Well at least, Ortho isn't, right? He comes up with a way better idea to program Ortho to take care of you while Idia can't do it himself. He copied hundreds of anatomy, human biology and medicine to Ortho's data list. Well that seems to be enough. He can now cook, wash clothes, brings you your medicines and most importantly, remain by your side all the time as you may need help. Idia puts s small camera on Ortho so he'd be able to watch what's going on as long as you need Ortho's his help. He feels quite guilty for not showing up on his own but- maybe it's just better this way. Coming in person would do no good but him freaking out at not knowing what to do which would end up in making you feel worse. Long distance watch as he controls Ortho around is way better, even if he has to keep his eyes on tablet 24/7. He cuts back on his sleeping to make sure that nothing would go wrong. Even long distance watch seems to be stressful at this point...
He does care about you, a lot, but right now, he's no prepared to show physical affection. Let him show his love through his very own ways, he's just taking baby steps with you <3
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Malleus Draconia
"Now now little one, don't give in so easealy. I know you're stronger than this..." Malleus motivates you. You certainly aren't going to die just because of a simple fever but still, wow. Humans -are- truly weak and fragile. He shouldn't really be caring for a mortal being especially if it's a human, but you are an 'exception'; you always are.
He could just leave you to Lilia and Sebek and you would've been under their watch and care 24/7, but he prefers to do this on his own since you are his favorite creature. He doesn't mind seeing how you'd overcome the pain even if it's with a simple cold. He wants to get more of you and your expressions.
He doesn't really have much to do, magic can do it all. All it takes to turn your depressing room into a prince/princess's dreamy bedroom is a twist of a finger. Go on and tell him what you want , you shall have in within a second. "All the best for you, child of man~"
While his significant magic skills are all truly stunning and helpful, his presence on his own seems to be the best part of him nursing you. He is your tsunotarou, afterall~ Not the descendant of Mistress of all Evil but only when it comes to you.
Sometimes he'd make you wish you'd stay in bed forever and ever, all to have him here, by your side. Just to have his soft, slender fingers brushing against your cheek and playing with the tip of your hair.
He does talk, but most of the time being is spent in silence since he doesn't want to bother you if it's hard for you to talk. He may pretend to be busy with something else but it's just to take your mind over the fact that he's watching you all the time. His small gestures are just as sensual as his words. Kisses on forehead, locking his dragon eyes with you , brushing your soft hair with hand as you lay on his shoulder (not that he cares about keeping the distance although you're sick. Your human illnesses are way too weak to do any harm to him, anyway~ )
His favorite time of the day is when you're asleep. You're adorable and lovely all time but, your sleeping pose, it's unimaginably beautiful to him. Watching your calm face empty of any emotion followed by the calm, yet, organized pace in your breathing as your chest falls and rises. He barely gets any sleep during the night, he doesn't need it. Watching you is way more pleasing: "Sweet dreams, my precious little human~"
Lilia Vanrouge
The most experienced, dedicated nurse here. He's been raising many of baby faes and struggling with a young, fireball shooter baby Malleus over the years. Nursing a fragile ill human like you is no more than a warm-up for him.
Chill on your bed and let him take care of everything, from the warm towels to fluffy blankets and pillows. Smooth music playing in your room as you take short naps, plushies and teddy bears around your bed giving you feelings of a newborn baby sleeping in a warm and fancy bed.
That's not all, along with his professional nursing skills, having Lilia himself around would take it all to a whole new level. He is so full of contrasts; Young and old, quite and wild, wise and careless, serious and silly and probably hundreds of other adjectives you can name.
Where else would you find a nurse who'd play you your favorite rock tracks on his guitar in the afternoon while at night, brings you cookies and hot milk to have while listening to his old but -gold- stories before going to sleep?
Lilia has got it all, old, new, calm, wild, and perhaps that's how it's never boring when he's the one you are spending time with. 'Sickness with benefits' to call. But, don't forget his horrible cooking skills.
Better hide some canned food under your pillow to save yourself from starvation when he's not around, refuse to eat his food st any cost (otherwise you'll need another 2 week hospitalized because of food poisoning-)
Make sure to thank your adorable bat nurse when you're back to full health; even if your stomach's still in pain because of his nasty cooking.
Silver
It's...his first time taking care pf someone. He is neither experienced nor educated when it comes to human health... especially because of how he's been living with fairies (who barely get sick) all over his life. The only reliable source for him would be his own memories; how Lilia used to take care fo him when he was a child. There isn't much he can remember but that'd do
Nursing doesn't seem to be that hard when he actually gives it a try - Mostly about you sleeping all day. Wow if sleeping this much is considered to be a symptom of being sick, then Silver himself has to be sick as hell 24/7. He isn't really sure if that's concerning or not
He is doing good since he seems go be pretty responsible and calm toward the whole thing, but don't expect him to be on time.
Silver wants to make sure that you'll take your medicines on time but he often fails to. He oversleeps most of the time and when he's up, he'd panic knowing that you missed your hourly medicine again.
He'd lowkey feel frustrated and useless when he misses stuff because of his sleeping issues, especially when it comes to you. He have to go for a stronger method so, he ends up in using 7 different clocks and alarms to make sure that he won't miss anything anymore; you're sick. He has to do all his best to take care of you. Nobody matters more than you do. Alarm clocks he uses are freaking loud and give him a heart attack whenever he uses them to wake up. Poor guy would need a long sleep when you're better.
He often falls asleep next to your bed after making sure that you are having a peaceful night sleep. He places a goodnight kiss on your forehead lays his head at the bottom of your bed. Who knows, maybe he would dream of you tonight, again.
Sebek Zigvolt
There's no way that you'd ever come close to master Malleus but- he still cares for you, a lot. Perhaps as much as he cares for Malleus although he refuses to confess to it. He is trained and skilled for all possible emergencies so he's all prepared to take the best possible care of you and make sure that you'll return to full health in no time.
He just knows what he is doing and makes sure that things would run smoothly. He is keeping each and every aspect in consideration and can organize everything like no one else can. From your sleeping schedule to light exercises required as you're sick. He insists on you starting to develop a better life style so that you won't end up in bed and lose time like this.
It's nice to have someone keeping the balance of your life when you need it, but when it's Sebek we're talking about, know that he might go a bit -too far- with it. He'd be overly protective and strict while you need a considerable deal of sympathy and softness too since you're sick - He collects notes of everything that was teached while you were sick and brings them to you to study, telling you that it'd be impossible to keep up with the rest of the lessons unless you study them right now, in your bed. And when you complain of it being hard to read and sit due to how weak your body is, he returns with the solution: Audio books (He isn't giving up... deal with it )
Studying isn't your only issue: he's being protective over each and every muscle you move. He'd wake you up early in the morning for a light, morning work out and doesn't let you out of the bed for the rest of the day. Whenever you complain, that's what his answer would be: " Master Lilia has blessed me with these , gloriously impressive lessons he's learned through experiences within his long- lasting life!! I believe in his words from the bottom and there's surely no cure greater than this if he says so" poor boy isn't considering he possibility of Lilia tricking him again at all.
This puppy means good, even if he fails to show it as great as you might be expecting him to. In fact he is just following all that he's told to, meanwhile he's pretty inexperienced and new to it. You may find it a bit unfair but, consider that he would've never gone out of his way to take care of you for plenty of hours everyday if it wasn't for you (Or Malleus-) seeing you sad on its own gives him wet puppy vibes let alone having you sick . He may act like a coward but, it's all because of how much you mean to him.
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thewidowintheweb · 3 years
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The one She Left Behind
This is kind of a request kind of not? @budzdorovanatasha Requested a sickfic set during the Black Widow movie, so here it is! So sorry for the wait. Defintiely more angst than fluff here!!
(Minor Black Widow Spoilers)
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Natasha gasped, gulping in air that made her throat and lungs burn, finally free from the rushing water. Cold. So cold that she wasn't sure her body could produce heat to combat the feeling, If it weren't for the burning, oh how it burned so badly, in her lungs. Every breath was a double edged sword.
Finally, reaching the shoreline. Reaching land, is this what pirates felt like?
Natasha flopped onto her back, eyes squeezed shut as she tried to calm her erratic heart beat and her even more erratic breathing. She only could stay another minute, two if she wanted to push her luck. And luck wasn't something she liked to gamble on. Who knew if that thing... that person, would still be after her.
No, it wasn't after her. She remembered.
Natasha pulled the bundle off viles from her pocket, where they had been hidden away for safe keeping. A sharp hiss leaving her lips as she sat up to examine the substance, a harsh red glow illuminating her face. Nothing subtle about that.
Then she saw it, the edge of something, sticking out like a bookmark from the middle.
"Yelena," Natasha whispered, heart aching all the more, a pain that rivaled the sting of her lungs.
Natasha could not stay here, she had to move. Move, get up and move; the words raced in her mind, but she was slow. Nat could feel her body, just barely though; weighed down by water log and numbness, more of a hindrance than anything she couldn't handle.
She needed somewhere to stay for the night, that was a certainty, then she could find Yelena or at least some answers to the glowing red viles that were clearly left for her.
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"Natasha.," her name was but an exhale, a puff of air that passed your lips, your mind seeming to buffer as you locked eyes with the assassin. Former, assassin. She had not quite become a ghost of your past, but it was damn near close.
You blinked, swallowing despite how dry your mouth suddenly felt. "You shouldn't be here," your words came out harsh, your aim was tender, concern even, but somewhere along the way you missed your mark.
Natasha wasn't necessarily expecting a warm welcoming, even though that's exactly what she needed right about now, yet your tone still sent a shiver down her spine. Made her eyes burn with tears she wouldn't dare shed.
Natasha cleared her throat, "I didn't know where else to go..." her voice was low, she was trying to keep her lip from quivering and keep her entire body from breaking out into shivers.
Her words were but a lie, she may have burned a lot of bridges when she left Russia, but not so many that she wouldn't have a secure base of operations. The truth, she didn't want to go anywhere else.
Natasha longed for the day she could see you again.
You let your eyes dance across the surrounding area, the moon just bright enough to make out anything that might be lurking in the distance.
"Did you ride that here?" You asked pointing to the motorcycle, well motorcycle was being generous. It was more so a sloppy mechanics idea of a motorized bike. Scrapped together by heaps of garbage and metal.
"безрассудный-Reckless-" You mumbled in Russian, "you drove that hazard here...not to mention you're soaking wet!" You couldn't help the exasperated groan that escaped your lips. Natasha was always a little more careless than she needed to be.
Natasha sighed, " I nee...eh..hHh...Hnh'tsShh. Hh'sShHh 'tShhhHu. 'TchShhhuii" she ducked into the crook of her drenched jacket sleeve, desperate and clearly in no state to be riding around on a motorcycle, "I needed a ride." She said simply, her words punctuated by wet sniffles.
You hummed, taking hold of her hand, it was cold. So cold. Was there even any warmth flowing through her?
"I don't know what the hell you got yourself into Romanov," you closed the door after pulling Natasha inside, securing the five locks on the door, "but I do know we need to get you out of those clothes and warmed up-"
"No." Natasha said, wrist now pressed to her nose; that only needed a few sneezes to make it drip like a faucet. "No, I just needed to get out of the open. I didn't come for you to pity me." She spared you half a glance before looking back down at the floor.
"жалость-pity-." You clicked your tongue against your teeth. "Tasha, never have I pitied you. I worry. I don't pity," you placed your hand under her chin, gently goading her to look at you.
When she met your eyes, emerald, clouded by so many things you couldn't read. Anger, sorrow, longing...love?
Natasha shivered under your gaze, her body being raked by a force she could no longer hold back.
"You're shivering," you noted carefully, voice but a whisper as you ran your hands up and down her arms, though you weren't even sure any warmth could get passed the layers she had on.
"Hhh...huH..HhHhh..." Natasha's chest rose with hitched breaths, tears squeezing from her eyes that were pinched shut while the sides of her nose flared, she shook her head slightly before ducking into her arm, "H'nTsShhHhuu! hHh...'TchSshHhii. Hng'sShhh 'ssShhHuuii."
"Bless Tasha" you sighed, it was clear to see she was in a worse off state. Her face was pale, most of its color non-existent, save for a few splotches of pink that danced across her cheeks.
"Thank you," Natasha spoke through gritted teeth, to keep them from chattering, though she couldn't fight off another shiver that racked through her body, "It's cold in here."
"You're cold," You corrected, rolling your eyes at how stubborn she always managed to be. "You came to me Natasha. Let me...let me take care of you. "
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"Did the shower help? How are you feeling...Better?" You asked as you ran a detangling comb through Natasha's damp hair. She hadn't spoken a word to you since she got out from the shower, you had offered to braid her hair up and were given a nod as response.
You still weren't entirely sure what she was doing back. It had been several years since you saw her. Really saw her.
Sure, you always saw something about The Avengers and The Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff, on the news or in the newspaper. But that wasn't your Natasha.
It was a version of her but not the one you'd come to know, the one you'd come to love and the one who at one point loved you.
Natasha sniffled softly but didn't say anything,  sitting crisscross on your bed, in your clothes, while you worked with gentle care on her hair.
"Natasha," you begged softly.
"I shouldn't have come." Is all she offered.
You couldn't help the way your jaw clenched with subtle anger. "You're right. You shouldn't have." you spat, tossing the comb on the bed. "But you are here. You're fucking here Natasha!" You got off the bed, running your hands through your hair, they were shaking now.
Out of anger?
Natasha sighed, no it wasn't a sigh. It was subtle, but you could tell the difference, a sharp hiss of an inhale, "Heh'tcHhhHuu...n'tchShhhii 'TsshHh!"
"Bless" you mumbled, "I'm gonna make some soup. Make sure you put your hair up." You walked out of the room.
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"I'm sorry," Natasha's voice came from behind you.
You offered her a hum as you stirred the contents of the pot.
You felt her arms snake around your waist, "I mean it.  I'm sorry for everything. For leaving you here...alone. For not telling you that I was back...for showing up out of the blue-" Natasha grabbed your hand in hopes of gaining your attention, "please look at me".
You let go of your stirring spoon, "Natasha I don't care that you left...okay I do, but don't show up here acting like we don't have a past. Don't show up here giving me the silent treatment." You looked down at the floor,  Natasha's feet clad in fuzzy socks, "like you didn't love me, because that was real. That was real for us both. I know that much."
"I do love you" she cut in quickly,  "I do, not I did.  But I left you...I left you here. You and Yelena. " she held up the half strip of pictures for you to see. Natasha and Yelena, from their childhood. The only physical memory they had left to hold onto.
You swallowed hard as your eyes landed on the picture, "have you talked to her, ha...have you seen her?"
Natasha shook her head, "I found it with these weird vials, I left them with my damp clothes in the bathroom.”
You nodded, "we'll figure everything out, but for now you just need to relax Natasha. You still look so pale" you hesitated, hand hovering just in front of her cheek, Natasha being the one to push her face into your touch. A satisfying noise leaving her lips at the warmth that radiated through your hand.
"Why are you crying?" You asked, wiping the tears before they could roll down her face.
"I missed us," Nat croaked, voice coming out watery.
You were silent for a mere moment before saying  "soups almost done, go wait on the couch".
It wasn't what she wanted to hear, you could tell, but it's all you had. Because you knew this was temporary, she'd be gone again. She was an Avenger at heart now. Russia was not her home. and neither was Hungary
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"Does your throat hurt?" You asked walking into the main room with two bowls of soup, bread on the side.
Natasha was doing her best to muffle a coughing fit in the sleeve of your borrowed hoodie, wincing as she swallowed. "The soup should help." She smiled a half smile, not wanting to worry you.
You laughed softly as you sat down next to her,  "I'll make you tea afterwards... your favorite?"
She nodded, "It's still the same".
You don't know why this made you smile, but it did, a soft spread of your lips as you looked down at the bowls, "Here, Shchi, I bet you haven't had it in a while." You handed her the bowl.
"I never stopped thinking about you," Natasha admitted softly, not sure if her words would add to the pain, the hurt, she knew she caused or if by some strange miracle it would be reassuring.
"Not enough to come back. Or even call? I know how much access The Avengers have," you let your head rest on her shoulder.
"I-"she pulled away from you, just a touch, catching her sneezes on the opposite shoulder as best she could, "Hng'ssShhHhu 'tcHhHuu! n'tsShhiiuu.". A soft whispered "Sorry," trailing behind.
"Bless you, Natasha."
"I did write...I wrote you almost every day."
"ерунда?-bullshit-" You scoffed.
Natasha nodded, "I did...I just never sent any of them," she sniffled, wiping away a few more fallen tears before wiping at her nose with the sleeve of the hoodie.
"Tissues." you said softly, setting your bowl on the coffee table as you stood up and shuffled off to the bathroom.
You sighed , looking yourself over in the mirror, "wasn't this what you wished for? For so many days?" You asked your reflection.
You were never mad at Natasha, you always understood why she had to go, and yet for some reason there was something pulling at your mind. Something that wouldn't let you fall for her charm, something that had your stomach twisted, tight.
You grabbed the roll of tissue, wishing you had something more to offer, something more delicate, but this was it.
"Here, those hoodie sleeves have to be rough on you're skin."
"Спасибо-Thank you-" Natasha didn't waste time blowing her nose, the tissue definitely was an improvement, not that it did much because she could feel her nose filling again, blowing her nose turned into a small flurry of sneezes.
"Finish your Shchi so I can get you to bed," you said in replacement of a blessing.
The two of you ate without another word spoken, you with your head resting once more on Natasha's shoulder. Like you'd done so many times in the passed. It just felt right. Which meant you'd be having your heart ripped out again once she was gone.
"What's wrong?" Natasha whispered into your hair.
"Huh? You asked blinking rapidly. Great now you were crying.
"You... you don't have to tell me." Nat added, knowing things were complicated.
"I don't want you to leave again," the words came spilling from your mouth.
"I...y/n-" She started,
"I know." You sniffed rubbing frantically at your face. "I'll take the bowls and make the tea. Please just go lie down Nat. Forget I said anything...please." You didn't dare look at her before disappearing into the kitchen.
"Get yourself together." You murmured as you filled the teapot. You'd been fine without her for so long, but now it felt like that was all for nothing.
You couldn't just magically get rid of the love you felt for her,  as much as you denied it for years. Watching her on television, watching her with this new family, watching, knowing you were her past, what she turned away from.
"I wrote you...", her words played in your mind, playing games that you needn't want to play.
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You stood outside the bedroom,  door cracked,  gazing into the hot steam that rose from the mug. Eyes closed, taking a long deep breath, letting it out slow; calming your mind and heart.
You entered the room; Natasha had herself tucked in, hoodie abandoned on the floor and tissue placed on the nightstand.
She sat up against the headboard as she watched you enter, "I meant it." She said as she took the mug, trying to catch your eye, "I never stopped loving you."
"Natasha!" You clenched your jaw tight,  "just stop. I take care of you tonight and then what? Tomorrow...tomorrow you're gone right? Gone back to whatever mission brought you here." You nibbled at your lip, feeling tears pricking at the back of your eyes again.
"You assume the worst of me," she said somber, basking in the steam.
You shrugged, getting settled in bed, turning your back to her, "I assume nothing Natasha. You're an Avenger. It's what you have to do. Just please...stop. Make it easier for us both."
Natasha sniffled softly and nodded, though you couldn't see such action.
Natasha let out a soft groan before pinching her nose to stifle a trio of sneezes, which did nothing but make the next fit all the more desperate, "Hh’TchShhhuu! Hng’ssShHhu ‘TshhSshhii!"
"Those sounded bad. I should have some medicine." You were ready to go raid your bathroom cupboards.
"It's okay, it's not...the tea is fine" Her voice was hoarse.
"Okay" you relented, not wanting to argue with her.
She blew her nose softly before lying down next to you, she was stiff before finally asking, "can I hold you"
You couldn't say no. You turned onto your back, taking her arms and wrapping them around your own waist "just for tonight and don't sneeze on me."
"Just for tonight" you repeated to yourself, because the two of you really did fit perfectly together. And what was one more night with the woman you loved, even if it left you empty in the morning and for weeks to follow.
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minshookie · 3 years
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All Play, No Work.
Pairing | CEO!Yoongi x reader
Genre | yandere,angst
Summary | “your secret relationship with Yoongi is all smooth sailing,until Mrs Kim gets in the way.”
!warnings! | mature language, workplace bullying, gossip, and infidelity. Also some pretty steamy scenes, for readers 18+.
| this is not in anyway shape or form a true depiction or representation of BTS, this is a work of fiction and is not to be taken seriously. For entertainment purposes only.|(this is my work, please don’t repost or steal)
Requested [open for request] words: 2k.
A/N | “I’m so happy you enjoyed “meetings at midnight.” I never really expected over 100 notes that’s crazy! I may have gotten a little carried away with this one but I hope you don’t mind & enjoy it as well. I’ll probably be making a part 2, please take any mistakes as love ❤️”
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The disturbing rattle of the air conditioner served as white noise while you toyed with the drooping noodles swimming in the savory sauce placed before you. A few of your coworkers droned on about their plans, their kids and undeserving husbands leaving you alone in the corner of the depressing break room to think about what to expect when getting back to your cubicle. Which was a little less depressing than the powder white painted room you resided in now.
“Y/L/N, Min is asking for you.” The conversations stopped and all three of us looked up into the door frame. Jimin,Yoongi's assistant stood with his hands buried in his stiffly pressed pants pockets. “I-I’m on lunch.” You slowly went back to your lukewarm meal, taking a few noodles into your mouth. Chewing, You waited for the heavy pitter patter of his polished leather loafers to exit, but You never get what you wish for.
“Y/N, please don’t make me have to run back up there just to run back down here and tell you the same thing….c’mon.” He came closing your tupperware, sighing as you pushed it into your lunch bag, embarrassment growing on your features as he stood over you. The stare of nosey coworkers followed as you stepped out of the bland break room. The clacking of Jimin’s shoes found your nerves rather quickly, closely he walked behind you like a school principal making sure you went where instructed.
Taking you past your cubicle to leave your lunch you could almost taste the jealousy being thrown at you like missiles. Disapproving and confused whispers and glares followed you out the area. Reaching the stairs, out of sight of your colleagues you out ran Jimin, the looks, noises and scoffs getting the best of you. You practically threw yourself through yoongi's door, your heart pounding in your ears.
“Hey! hey! Bunny, got here quickly didn’t you?” He walked over locking his loyal assistant out. Falling back on the couch struggling for your breath, closing your eyes, you heard him walk around you. “I told you I’d see you after work, we’d have all night together.” Sighing, he pulls you up by your arms. With a grunt he sat down and replaced your head on his lap. “I know what you said, but did you really think I was going to wait...why should i?” Opening your eyes you met his soft gaze. “Tell me you love me.” He whispers, almost ashamed in himself. Needy, needy,needy,always needy. “This can’t be why you called me in.”
“Why should I?” You laughed, obviously he didn’t share your sense of humor as he tugged harshly on a strand of your hair. “Well if I didn’t love you I’d quit Yoongi.” Rolling over you cuddled into his soft tummy inhaling his masculin scent, this here under him locked in his dim office was your safe place. “No you wouldn’t, I pay you too much.” He murmured petting your back with his large hands. “As if!” You giggled into his tummy, pulling back to look up at your lover. His signature smile displayed on his features, moving his hands from your back he places his limber fingers at the back of your knee. Locking eyes he slid skillfully under your skirt to massage your ass over your panties. “Who were you hiding from today hm?” Groaning you rolled your eyes, you hate how he knows you so well.
“Kim?” “Mrs Kim is the least of my worries now.” You grimaced playing with his buttons. “Mm good, can't be the new girl, maybe her boyfriend?” Your eyes shot open, “boyfriend?! Who?” He planted this topic in the conversation, knowing your interest in the drama of your workplace. “Yeah, she’s running around with the coffee boy.” Laughing, he cut himself off “Jungkook.” He laughed almost uncontrollably. “That’s so cute since when?!” He hums calming down, “uh since about last month, I’ve been watching them get all close and flirty jeon puts extra cream in her coffee, she blushes blah blah. And you know Jimin is the nosiest person in the population of this place.”
You chuckled Nodding in agreeance “learned that way before you did, he was my cubicle neighbor before he was your assistant.” Sitting up you go to his drink cart to grab a bottle of water. “Yeah they’re cute as long as they stay on task, Answer the question though, who’s bothering my baby hm? I hate seeing you that way.” He comes from behind gliding his hands around your front pulling you into his embrace “you have a whole cafeteria in the next wing, I made sure they served your favorite today, and yet you chose the shitty break closet.” His rambling turns into background noise as you look through the one way window. Watching as your coworkers attended their duties, Jungkook balanced coffees in his arms with skill the new girl watched in admiration...I wonder what he’s actually here for.
Yoongi’s breath fans your neck causing you to shiver against him. “I’m sorry what’d you say?” “You’re ok.” He turns you around swiftly kissing you passionately against the glass obviously you’ve missed something. Though unseen the act feels extremely dirty. Dropping your water you cling to his shoulders, legs around his Slender waist. “You're not paying me to make out with you I hope.” He pecks your nose, gnawing his bottom lip. “Huh looks like I am.” “Ah, as tempting as that sounds Yoongs-” “don’t ever call me that.” He nips at your neck in retaliation. “I have a stack of papers on my desk that Mr Jimin has been beating me over the head about.” Groaning he loosens his grip around you. Letting you gather yourself before going to his door.
“I’ll see you tonight yeah?” Pouting,he came kissing your lips once more. “I’ll be waiting.” He opened the door and watched you strut down the stairs.
Getting back to your respectful area, you notice something was off...where’d your lunch go? You could’ve sworn you threw it on your desk. Pulling out the rolling chair to take a seat, “I’ll find it later.” You whispered to yourself,taking a seat, directly in the cold remains of your lunch. “What the fuck!” A wave of laughter was given with your ill response. Noodles dangled from your backside as you turned to look at the mess on your office chair.
“Okay! What are we a bunch of middle school virgins?” Jimin shouted, his face turning a dark shade of peach. “I’m sorry y/n.” Rolling your eyes you tried to keep back tears of utter embarrassment turning away from you colleagues. “Uhm...it’s pretty bad, do you have anything to change into?” He takes off his styled coat and hands it to you. You can’t process over the harsh giggles and whispers, “yeah like I have a closet in my car, Jimin I don’t have shit to put on!” You hiss making him pull an offended expression.
“I could give you something.” Your head snapped in the direction of the quiet new girl in the far corner. “I have a few dresses in car I-I I’m in the process of…” she scans the room unsure of her words “moving.” You offer a smile to cover how distraught you are, unable to respond correctly. “Thank you luci, we appreciate it.” Nodding she smiles softly grabbing her bag going to retrieve the clothes. “Go to the restroom, please.”
Tying the coat around your waist you rushed with your head down to the bathroom, shutting the door behind yourself roughly. Taking off the grey coat Turing to examine your soup covered ass. You brushed the cold noodles letting them splat onto the tiled floor. Pulling coat off the conjoined sinks you found the spacious stall at the end of the row, stripping off your soiled skirt. Nothing better to do, but to sit on the cold stool and wait.
The creaking door of the bathroom cut your silent thoughts short, isn’t Luci a quick one? You chuckled to yourself getting up, about to tell her of your whereabouts…“maybe if the bitch didn’t have her head so far up Min’s ass she woulda saw it coming.” The unknown voice stopped you in your tracks. Her friend snickers. “Shh she could be in here.” “As if I give a fuck, she needs to know!” Peeking through the side of the stall you could see them in the mirror touching up their makeup. “Min’s probably got his head up hers too!” The quieter of the two spoke up.
“Ha that would explain my recent hours, I heard they fuck in the office, I wonder if the sluts any good.” She cleaned the edges of her lipstick, “I’ve fucked him, I know he’s good, really into all the rough shit, he’s crazy.” She tossed her makeup into her bag fixing her hair, “why’d you guys stop?” You felt your chest ache, yoongi never told you about him and Mrs Kim, what kind of fucked story is this? “Little miss pasta booty got the job, and Joon finally proposed...guess he didn’t want me any-” “y/n are you in here?!” Luci’s softened voice searched for you.
“I’m in here.” Responding slightly above a whisper, the soft steps of her pumps were trampled by the clicking steps of the two mud slingers who quickly bursted from the restroom. “I didn’t know what you would like, I have this blue one, it’s a cute summer dress.” She hung it on the door of the stall for me to see. “Or this white one, it’s a bit tighter but I think it’ll look great on you.” Randomly choosing you stripped of your top pulling the dress over yourself. “Thanks Luci, I owe you one.” Collecting your clothes and Jimin’s coat, you left the stall. “No no, I’m sorry Kim did that to you...I should’ve stopped her.” She coyly hangs her head, “not your fault...thanks Luci.” She smiles politely, leaving me alone in the bathroom.
Eunji That jealous bitch, yoongi has much explaining to do. You smooth out your dress bracing yourself for the environment behind the door. only to be pushed back. A deep blush pink shade covering his face, yoongi brings you back in, “you can’t be in here, this is the ladies.” He scans your body before looking at the dirty laundry in your arms. “This is my building. I can be anywhere in any room I want.” Scoffing you attempt to leave, grabbing your forearm he pulls you back. “What’s going on with you I’m here to check and see if you’re alright and here you are acting like an ass y/n” his face held a concerned stare.
“Yoongi the last thing we should be doing is huddling in the bathroom, we’ve drawn enough attention to ‘us’ already.” Unable to look him in the eyes you examine his posture, he propped your chin on his pointer finger bringing your face up. “And since when did you care?” “Ever since your ex painted my ass with my lunch.” He giggled darkly, “what?” Again you attempted escape, only to be overpowered and lifted with ease. “Okay sit the fuck down.” Placing you down in the sink like a child he took your skirt looking at the back. “And this just had to be the one I bought?.” He shook his head like a disappointed father. “What are you acting so mad towards me for, who’s supposedly my ex huh?” He took the skirt under the faucet scrubbing it harshly together with soap.
Why can’t he ever just leave you alone, drawing attention to your relationship was the last thing you needed today. It’s not like nobody knew, it was hard not to. But you hated the unwanted attention the favoritism brought you. “Who lied to you?” “You did.” He stopped the water, “y/n now you know I’d never.” He folded the cleaned wet skirt along with your shirt. “Yoongi, I heard Kim Eunji talking about it. She told her little follower about it while I hid in the stall.” You answered blandly, ready to be freed from the bathroom. His face shifted shades, “what? I’ve never fucked that bitch, all she does is lie and get into shit she has no concern for.” He gripped the sink roughly.
Like a switch, when the right buttons were pushed Yoongi’s temper was quick to strike….though never thrown at you. It can have harsh outcomes and you've seen it first hand. “She runs her mouth about you too much, I’ll have to help her out.” Aggressively released the marble counter, “Yoongi w-what, calm down.” He walked to the door, unsure of what to do. Naive of his wrath you followed behind. “She wants to get fucked? I’ll give her something that’ll fuck her up, something that’ll make her piss off for good this time.”
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There's a Fire in My Heart (Yandere!Rengoku x Reader)
Hello! I wanted to start this post off by saying that I am aware that shorter reader-inserts often garner more attention, but I don't mind that my longer reader-inserts don't garner as much. I hope you enjoyed this piece as much as I enjoyed writing him! And a shorter version may come out soon.
Word count: 4,010
Warnings: YANDERE CONTENT. MENTIONS OF SELF-HARM/SELF-MUTILATION.
Everyone knew about Kyojurou Rengoku. He was the kind, sincere, hard working Hashira who worked his way into the hearts of many. He was handsome and elegant despite being so hardy, with the callouses that adorned his hands like a second skin, and the scars that littered his body. He was able to sway the hearts of many, including your own. You'd been a secret admirer for a while now, writing him cute little notes and leaving them at his post every sunrise that always seemed to make the man smile brighter than the charming smile he always held on his lips.
You knew this because you overheard him talking about the notes with his fellow Hashira Mitsuri Kanroji. "I'd love to meet my secret admirer one day." He told her. One day.
He was always busy, so it became hard to capture his attention... or, rather, it was.
It felt like a stroke of luck so strong that you were going to have bad luck for the rest of your life when you twisted your ankle—because Kyojurou wasn’t looking, and you tripped. Purposefully, yes. You immediately regretted it. Your body came clashing to the forest floor, and the wood inside your basket spilled out onto the ground below you. "Ah!" You whined aloud as an instinctive reflex.
"I'm so sorry!" Kyojurou shot to your side. "Here, I'll grab your things, and then I'll take you to the Butterfly Estate. I'm so sorry!"
You were unable to talk because of how dazed you were, from hitting the forest floor, to the fact that he was now so close to you. You stared at him through bleary eyes as he picked up the long logs of wood and put them back into the basket that was once on your back. He slotted his arms into the straps and helped to hoist your body against his, wrapping his right arm around your waist while his left arm held onto your right. "Stay close, okay? Let me know if I'm doing too much for you."
Shinobu revealed the unfortunate news of being bedridden some few hours later.
”Oh... that’s awful,” he put his right hand over his lips and furrowed his thick brows with worry. His fiery golden eyes looked down at you and caused you to look away before your blush became obvious. “I’m so sorry... [Y/N], was it?”
He knew your name...
“I’ll make up for it somehow, I promise.” He told you. “For now, I must go, I have other matters I must attend to. But I will return, every day at the same time, until you’re better. Okay?”
"Okay."
DAY 1
"I took your wood to your home." He started off the conversation now that he was in the room. "You live alone, [Y/N]?" Alone... if that was a way to put it. "Recently, yes," you admitted aloud, "my family moved away after I passed the The Final Selection. They couldn't agree with my decision to become a demon slayer. I miss them." You smiled wistfully as you recalled the day they cast themselves out of their own home.
Though Kyojurou looked saddened by that answer, he didn't comment on it much further. "I brought your breakfast. Kocho-san was too busy to bring it herself." He set the tray down on your lap. You cringed at the hot feeling, visibly enough to draw his attention—but that might've simply been because you yelped short after. You fought the feeling to reach down and grab at your propped up, sprained ankle, as pain ricocheted through your leg.
"Oh!" He quickly lifted up the tray off of your legs. To your surprise, he didn't spill the contents of the food anywhere around you or on the floor. "I'm sorry, was it too hot?" He asked, causing you to look up at his face. He was blushing out of embarrassment! He looked so cute!
His eyes bulged wide with worry, and the same, saddened frown appeared on his face from moments before. "Just a bit... I wasn't expecting it." You chuckled wryly. "Sorry, you can put it back down." You reassured him and gently pat your lap. "No, it's fine, I'll hold it. I don't want to put any unnecessary strain on your ankle." Kyojurou stated. "It'll be fine! I won't leave until I know you've eaten breakfast."
A blush spread across your own features. He was a selfless man and it showed in every action he performed. How could people not fall in love with him? "Oh, okay," your breath was taken away, clearly. He even went through the act of holding the tray out for you so that you could eat your food. You looked down at what you had to eat—miso soup and onigiri. It smelled delicious. "The cooks here are fantastic." Kyojurou remarked. "I'm sure you've had to spend a lot of time in here, haven't you?" You asked him.
"Mm? Oh, yes." Kyojurou nodded his head. "If I don't come back from a mission with some type of injury, then something is wrong." He chuckled.
"How are they?"
"What is it?"
"I'm just asking, how are the missions? I haven't been able to go on one yet," you admitted, "I've been dealing with a lot of training. Ooyakata-sama says that I'm not ready to go out on my own yet."
Kyojurou looked more than surprised by that answer. "When you live out so far on your own?" He furrowed his brows. "Are you at least training yourself when you cannot attend daily training sessions?" You nodded your head. Of course you tried, but sometimes, training could be too far away. You wouldn't tell him that—you feared that he would pull something out of his sleeve and try to— "eat please, [Y/N]."
"S-sorry," you squeaked. You didn't waste any time digging into your meal. First with the onigiri that seemed to fill you up almost immediately upon biting into the second one. "I don't think I can finish these," you looked up at Kyojurou. His eyes were already on you, as if he was watching you eat. You didn't think anything of it. "Would you like one?"
"I shouldn't... but..." he trailed off as he thought about it, before nodding his head. "I'd appreciate it. I haven't ate, so watching you eat has made me hungry."
"Never starve yourself!" You gently scold him. You reached down and took the rice ball into your hand to give to him, smiling gently at him... until your smile dropped when you realized that you couldn't give it to him. "I-I'm so sorry!" You sputtered. "It's fine. Just feed me," he spoke casually, much to your surprise. You swallowed thickly. Your lips parted to say something, anything about what that man just said, but nothing came out. Your hand instinctively drifted toward his lips, while his head met you halfway. The bite into the food made you jump, your eyes wide as if you were a deer in headlights. You tried not to pay too much mind while you fed him, but it would eventually become apparent that you were embarrassed to do something like this for him. He didn't seem to mind one bit... maybe even he was enjoying it? You had to stop this somehow!
"Do you think the soup has cooled off enough by now to set the tray on my lap?" You asked. The onigiri were delicious, and you weren't joking about it possibly taking up all the space in your stomach. But food was food, and you didn't want to get rid of it all.
Kyojurou hummed and pressed the tray onto his lap. He hovered his right hand over it. "It does seem to be that way." There was the slightest hint of undetectable disappointment in his voice. Had you been better at picking up facades, you would've been able to catch up on it. "Here you go, [Y/N]." He sat the tray down in your lap, engulfing it in warmth. He took the rice ball from you and continued to chew on it while you dug into the soup.
The meal was finished, even though you didn't want it to be. It was filled with eerie silence, because you didn't have anything to say, and Kyojurou was... well, eating. "It was a fantastic meal!" Kyojurou beamed, "I'll be sure to thank them on my way out. Now—" he stood straight, “I have to go. It was nice eating with you, [Y/N]—“
The two of you were interrupted by the sound of a shoji opening. You were surprised to see two butterfly attendants making their way into the room with a room service cart. “What is this?” You asked, “I thought Rengoku-san had the breakfast covered for me?”
”I believe there’s been some sort of mixup. We just finished making breakfast ten minutes ago—but this tray does look like ours.” They picked up the tray and observed it. “Maybe we—“
”There’s no need to conduct an investigation.” Kyojurou spoke up. “I lied about the breakfast. To tell you the truth, I am the one who made that breakfast, and I hoped that we could eat it together.” He smiled apologetically and bowed, “I’m sorry for the confusion I’ve caused, but I truly must take my leave. I’ll see you tomorrow, [Y/N].”
H-he wanted to eat with me?!
Your heart couldn’t stop pounding a furious beat against your chest. You just couldn’t believe the words that came out of his mouth! Eat with you?! You barely knew each other! “Bye,” you weakly called to him while he left the room. If this was going to happen every day? Why, it didn’t feel too bad after the initial impact...
DAY 2
Hours poured into the morning. It felt unusually past the time Kyojurou said he was going to show up... not that you had a way of knowing. Breakfast had already been served, and you were left with the displeasure of eating it on your own, in the silence of your room. You thought you would've been used to the quiet, after all, you lived alone now—but he seemed to dull that pain. Now you missed him.
“[L/N]-san. Are you busy?” Shinobu’s voice was a break in the thick silence, and very much welcomed. The presence of another person was soothing.
You glanced up from your lap and nodded. “Not at all. Please, come in.”
Shinobu slid the shoji shut behind her and stepped over to the bed. She sat down in the bedside chair and elegantly folded her limbs atop one another while she addressed you. There was a warm, inviting smile on her face, much like the one Kyojurou held. “How are you feeling?”
”I’m feeling alright.” You responded. “My foot seems to be doing better than before! I think I’ll be able to get back on my feet by the end of the week.” At least you hoped so. As much as it was nice to be able to have the Flame Hashira see you in personalized visits, you had a life that you needed to live outside of these four walls.
“You’re right about that,” Shinobu started, “but that doesn’t mean I want you to immediately start hopping on your feet and walking around one-legged. In order to make a full recovery, I want you to stay for another two days. Is that fine with you?”
You winced. Two more days of staying in this bed? What if Rengoku-san didn’t show up again? Was it worth it? “That’s fine,” you weakly respond. No it isn’t. But did you have a choice? Not exactly.
”Thank you.” Shinobu stood. “With the more important information out of the way, I’ll allow visitation now—after what happened yesterday involving the mishap with Rengoku-san, I shortened your visitation hours. I didn’t like having to dispose of a good meal just because someone wanted to be friendly.” There was scorn in her voice. You nodded your head slowly in scolded understanding. “I’m sorry about that.”
”You don’t have to apologize,” Shinobu said. She walked over to the shoji. “Please, be well.”
As soon as she left, Kyojurou emerged from the shoji. He looked radiant, as usual, like the sun on a beautiful day with clear skies. His smile acted as the ray of sunshine that would blind your eyes, but at least you welcomed this form of sunshine. A smile bled onto your own lips as he fully made his way into the room and shut the shoji behind him. Alone, the two of you.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.” He let out a sigh while he walked over to the bedside chair. “Kocho-san is strict, but with good intentions.” He said aloud, as if to convince the two of you of that fact. "I know that. I'm still appreciative of what you did for me, even if we might've gotten into trouble."
You reached over and gently grabbed his forearm—noticing that he winced from that feeling. “Oh, did you just come back from a mission?” You asked. There must’ve been a cut under his uniform’s sleeves. Come to think of it, you could see a faint spot of blood where your hand pressed against it. "Does it need to be patched up?" You frowned with worry.
”Oh; no, that’s not it. I happened to get into a bit of an accident earlier this morning while I was cutting wood,” he explained, “I’ve already patched it up. No need to worry—it just hurt a bit, that’s all.” He smiled reassuringly, one that nearly melted you. You smiled back at him just as much. “I see.” You responded, “well, I have exciting news.”
He perked up. “What is it?”
”I’m going to be discharged in two days.” You told him. “You won’t have to worry about me anymore.”
”Two days?” Kyojurou’s face contorted. He looked... worried. He was quick to voice his thoughts about the decision. “Are you sure that’s going to be all you need? I thought sprained ankles needed more time to heal,”
It was so cute. How could he be so worried about someone he had just met? You found yourself giggling at him. “Relax. I feel much better now than how I felt yesterday. If I could, I’d even try getting up and walking around to see how it felt.” Being able to walk around would’ve been a relief. As enjoyable as it sounded before, being bedridden felt much like a nightmare. “I definitely don’t recommend it,” he said, clearly half-joking. “Please take care of yourself. Well—I have to go.” He rushed to get out of his seat. He stood tall, reaching over to gently pat your leg before he half-turned to face the shoji to leave.
”So soon?” You frowned. You were going to be lonely for the rest of the day...
”Visitation hours were cut short; remember, silly?” Kyojurou chuckled. “I’ll try to see you and stay for longer tomorrow.” He stepped out of the room as quickly as he came in, leaving you in the silence.
DAY 3
No sign of Kyojurou—just another quiet day. He said he would come... was there something wrong? You wanted to ask someone so badly, but you didn't even know how to voice it. For now, you would just stay quiet about it. Maybe he had to go on an actual mission. Aww... that would've meant that you couldn't see each other when you were discharged...
DAY 4
Discharge day. You couldn’t wait for this day as much as you dreaded it. It would be fantastic to finally get out of this room, out into the world, where you could go home and be in the comfort of your own bed. You awoke early to catch Shinobu just in time, who stepped into the room with the same, happy go lucky smile on her face. “I know you must be excited about today, [L/N]-san.”
”I am,” you beamed while you began to sit up. You slowly, steadily raised yourself off the bed and met her halfway. The sensation of walking... felt strange, after not doing it for so long. Your legs felt partially asleep, and there was a dull pain in your ankle that was sure to become annoying after a while. “How are you feeling?” She asked. “If I need to change your compression bandages for you, then I can.” She held out the gauze for grabs. ”I’ll be fine. Thank you for your magnificent service, Kocho-san.” You bowed to her and took the gauze out of her hand.
"[Y/N]-san!"
Kyojurou's voice grabbed your attention and made you nearly squeal with excitement. You hurried as best as you could to reach the shoji and thrust it open to eagerly meet the sight of him. He smelled faintly of burning wood... "did you just get done with doing something?" You asked. "Maybe something important?"
"Not important, no," the beaming, fiery-haired man shook his head and continued to smile. "I wanted to walk you home." A walk home? That sounded so sweet of him. "Oh," a blush spread thinly across your cheeks, "that's very nice of you. Thank you, Rengoku-san." The two of you stepped out of the Butterfly Estate. The walk was a quiet one... Kyojurou seemed so fixated on simply walking, and your mind was occupied by the fact that you were even having the chance to walk home with him made it so exciting.
It came into view. It took longer to get there than what you normally remembered it taking, but you shrugged it off, merely thinking of it as nothing more but a slow pace. He was just so considerate, after all.
You stepped in behind him after he opened the shoji for you. Home sweet home... it smelled like it, felt like it. Everything looked unchanged—but there was something off about it all. You could tell. "Wait... this isn't my home," you narrowed your eyes. Bewilderment seeped into your brain while you tried to make sense of it. "Why are all of my clothes and belongings here? Where are we truly at, Rengoku-san?"
Tricked. You were almost tricked, but you recognized your home anywhere you were at. These walls weren't the same. You didn't have an irori...
"I thought long and hard about it, but... I can't keep hiding the truth from you, [Y/N]-san." Kyojurou reached over to grab one of your hands, pulling the limp appendage into his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. What is he talking about? "For some time now, I have admired you. I liked watching you take your daily walks. I liked seeing that you were healthy, I liked seeing you take care of yourself."
What?
"I liked the notes that you left on my engawa—seeing you play dumb as if you weren't the one who put those notes there. The cute little smudge-marks your fingers would make when you were finished with the ink," he gently squeezed your hand.
How did he know?
"When you told me that you lived alone, it only confirmed my suspicions. You don't have anyone else to go to. I would hate such a life for someone who is so deserving of any love that comes their way."
Why was he talking about it?
"I did what I thought was the best thing to do..." he trailed off to take your other hand in his, squeezing both of them as he made his way in front of you. "You don't have to love me, all you have to do is trust me."
"Why?" Your lips were trembling. You felt sick. Yes, everything or what you could see of everything from your home was inside this single room, but it wasn't what mattered. You grew up in that home, and he... and he... "You took everything away from me. Y-you burned my home."
"No... no, don't think about it that way." Kyojurou looked all over your expression for some sign of comfort. His hands dropped yours to cup your cheeks, staring into your own with a worried expression. "That's not how you should think about it, [Y/N]-san. Don't you understand? This will be the opportunity to start your life anew with me."
It was so deranged, so sick. You barely had the physical power to shrug him off, but you managed to pull through. You needed to go back, you needed to see what he did to the only place that reminded you of your family that you had left.
"No... please, [Y/N]-san, you don't want to do this," Kyojurou tried to reason as he trailed behind you, off the engawa and into the barren yard, "you're going to see things that you don't want to see. You don't have to subject yourself to that torture." His hand touched your forearm and gently grasped it. You lashed out at him and ripped your arm out of his grip. "Leave me! Don't you see that you've ruined my life!?"
Kyojurou stood still. "Y-you don't get it," he stammered, "[Y/N]-san, I need you too. You have the energy I want in my life!" He raised his strained voice as he ripped both sleeves of his uniform up on his body to reveal scars. Plenty of them. It was alarming, but in your mind, it couldn't have hurt as much as seeing your childhood home burn down. "You're speaking like a madman," you scolded him. "I don't even know why I'm entertaining someone so delusional."
"...I'll do it."
The blade came as a shock. Your eyes widened, how did he get his hands on one so quickly? You thought you couldn't even see his arms moving... "I deserve it for being a bad significant other, don't I?" He sounded so creepy. His voice sounded off; desperate, but loving. "I've hurt you, so I must hurt myself, right?"
"..." you grimaced. How did you respond to an emotionally taxing situation like this? "You wouldn't...Rengoku-san, I don't even know you!"
"But you do!" He blurted back at you. "I'll do anything for you, [Y/N]. I just ask that you come back! Walk back to me... you don't have to see what happened to your home, you can just be with me," he pleaded.
But you didn't listen. No, you wouldn't. You turned and ran as fast, and as hard as your feet could take you into the forest, into the direction of your home. The scent of something burning helped with your path-finding, but it didn't matter. Your ankle started hurting. Hurting, hurting, and hurting. You'd forgotten that it was even strained until just now, where the pain became so severe that you ended up toppling over your injury.
"AH!"
You fell to the forest floor and squeezed your eyes shut out of pain. "Hoo... oh fuck," you hissed, clenching your teeth and bowing your head. What a painful feeling to come across, it was almost excruciating. But you needed to keep going... he was coming after you. Even if he threatened to do whatever he did back there, the pain of going through it wasn't going to stop him.
"[Y/N]-san... please."
He was already on you... maybe he was even behind you the entire time and you were under the foolish assumption that you'd escaped his line of sight. No, not at all.
"Get-get away from me!" You yelled at him. "Please!"
You stifled a gasp and a sob as his bloodied hands caressed your face. His hands trembled while his thumbs pressed directly into your cheeks while his thumb smeared the blood from his hands onto your poor cheeks. His blood. You knew what he did to himself. "Finally," he whispered, "I've finally caught you...and you can't leave me anymore. Please, [Y/N]-san, for our sake... think of this as our new life together. How I've waited so long for this opportunity, and now that I have it..!"
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Something Different
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader and Spencer go on their first date. PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / EPILOGUE Category: Fluff, Smut 18+ (oral sex- female receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex- creampie) Warnings: Sex, language (As always, if there’s anything I missed, let me know what I should include in warnings! I want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!) Word Count: 5.9k
NOTE: This was my favorite part to write so far! I hope you all love it as much as I do! I have a little epilogue planned next, and I’m not sure when it’ll be up, but I’ve really loved seeing how much you enjoyed this series! Thank you for reading! 🥰
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Y/N had never felt as much like a teenage girl as she did that Friday night. She stood in front of her floor-length mirror, smoothing out her dress and contemplating whether or not she should change. For the seventh time. And she'd been on dates before, but this time was different. Usually she barely knew the guys she'd gone on first dates with, but she'd already slept with this guy. On more than one occasion. And every time she did, she felt herself fall deeper and deeper under his spell. She wasn't sure if he knew the full effect of what he was doing to her, always taking up space in every crack and crevice of her thoughts until she felt like she couldn't breathe.
And that was what made this date different from all the rest. She knew Spencer. She liked Spencer. And she was almost positive that after this date she would be, at the very least, a little bit in love with Spencer.
At that thought, Y/N felt her heart swell in her chest, suddenly invested in the act of making him feel the same way, if he wasn't already.
So she reverted back to her original outfit choice, something she at first thought was too sexy for a first date, but ultimately was the boldest and best option. It was satin and deep violet in color, the fabric clinging to her body in every best way possible. It landed mid-thigh and the neckline was low enough to show just the right amount of cleavage without it being too overwhelming. Her father would have told her it looked more like a dish towel than a dress, and that fact alone was enough to convince Y/N that it was just perfect. It did have thin straps though, and it was freezing as hell at night, so she added a black cardigan that added just the right amount of elegance and warmth to the look.
She paired the whole look together with black pumps and threw her hair up in a loose clip, made for easy taking-down if the night ended as well as she hoped.
Just as she was applying the last of her makeup—simple black eyeliner and mascara, complimented with tinted cherry lip balm rather than lipstick—there was a knock on the door.
"Just a second!" she called out, rushing to spritz on some vanilla perfume and give herself a final onceover in the mirror. With a final deep breath, she switched off the lights and made her way to the door, silently praying that she wouldn't fall on her face.
"Hey, pretty gi— oh..."
The second she saw Spencer in the doorway, Y/N felt her insides swarm with butterflies. The way he took her in, completely captured by her presence as his eyes couldn't decide where to linger longest utterly wrecked her.
And he looked... God, if he wasn't the most beautiful man she'd ever seen. And of course she'd seen him in some rather beautiful positions prior to right then, but his hungry eyes, practically claiming her as his own as they raked her figure accompanied by the outfit he wore and the way his hair perfectly framed his face in soft waves... It felt like she was bathing in sunlight.
He wore a white undershirt and navy suit jacket, the tie the same color only accented with red stripes, and black dress pants. If she had to describe it, she would have said he looked like he came right of the page of a magazine, and even that wasn't generous enough. She knew she should say something to break the silence that had fallen between them, but she couldn't even remember her own name.
Thankfully Spencer seemed to get a hold of himself before she did, saying, "You look... amazing. A-and that's not even the right word, I... Wow."
Y/N felt her cheeks grow hot, playing with the hem of her cardigan. "Thanks, you... You look great, too. Um, let me go grab my purse, I'll be right back."
"Wait, before you do..."
She hadn't even noticed his hand was behind his back until he brought it out, bringing with it a small gathering of flowers. Lavenders. "You brought me lavenders?" she inquired, taking them with a smile. "They're beautiful. Thank you."
Spencer seemed to rock on his feet nervously. "They're generally known for their relaxation properties, and, you know, I figured since we always seem to end up talking about de-stressing, they seemed fitting."
Y/N laughed, her face growing warmer. "That's perfect, I love them. I'm gonna go find a vase for these real quick."
As she rummaged through her cabinets for something even remotely resembling a vase, she settled on a tall mason jar she had in the back, filling it with water and placing the flowers inside, letting it perch on the kitchen counter. When she turned around she found that Spencer had made his way inside, the door closed behind him. "Unfortunately they won't last very long without soil, water, and sunlight, but if they dry up you could always use them for decorations. I noticed you have lots of dried plants in your apartment."
With a smile, she grabbed her purse off the coat rack in the living room. "Oh. Yeah, I guess I do. I've always loved pressing flowers and stuff. My mom and I used to do it all the time when I was younger, and I guess it stuck."
"That's really nice. It's definitely better than the clutter of my apartment," he says with a laugh as they both make their way to the door.
"Oh, I don't know. I like your clutter, it's rather charming."
He laughed as he opened the door and stepped aside so she could walk through. "You've only been to my apartment once, and we were a bit... occupied for you to notice, so how would you know?"
They paused in the hallway as she closed the door and looked up at him, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. She grabbed the end of his tie and tugged it a little, turning it over in her fingers as she stared at him. "Trust me, Spencer, it's hard to believe that anything about you isn't charming."
It was his turn to blush, his smirk transforming into a shy smile. She let go of his tie and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers together before leading him down the hallway.
***
"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were surprised," Y/N said once the waiter left to grab their drinks.
"Oh, I-I guess I just... I don't know why, it's just that I didn't... expect you to be a white wine person, that's all."
"You can tell what kind of wine I like?" she laughed.
Spencer returned it, brushing some of the hair from his face. "Well, I guess not, since I pegged you wrong..."
She shrugged. "You don't have to be embarrassed about that, I wouldn't expect you to have known."
"Oh, I'm not embarrassed, it's just that usually I'm better at reading people, that's all."
"Is that right?" Y/N mused, leaning forward a little. She smiled at him. "How come?"
Spencer swallowed before answering. "Well, my job... I work for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, so my team and I study human behavior to catch killers."
Holy shit, that's so hot, she thought, silently hoping she didn't say that out loud. "Wow, so... you're a total badass, then. I gotta say, G-man, that's impressive."
He blushed under the dim light of the restaurant lights. He'd picked out this nice Italian place not too far from their apartment. Y/N had always wanted to go because she loved Italian food, but it was always too expensive and she never really had the time. When Spencer had suggested it, she practically begged him not to, insisting that she didn't want to make him spend so much money on her. In turn he told her, "I don't mind, you're worth spending a little money on," and that was that. Still she felt a little guilty, but he didn't seem to mind one bit. Not to mention the place was absolutely beautiful, easily one of the nicest places she'd ever been to. So if he was willing to do all this just to spend some time with her, then Y/N figured it was a good sign.
"What about you, what exactly is it that you do?"
Y/N shrugged a little. "Oh, well it's no fancy badass government job, but I work at a music store downtown. I just got promoted, so I'm an associate manager."
"Oh, that's great! What kind of music do you like?"
The way he genuinely looked so interested in what she had to say made her heart swell. She cleared her throat before answering. "My parents raised me on Classic Rock, so my brain is pretty much just made up of Queen lyrics, but... I listen to a little of everything. There isn't much I don't like, really, save for maybe hardcore metal. Though, some of it I've heard is okay."
Spencer laughed a little. "That's nice. I don't really listen to a variety of things, mostly classical, but... I don't know, maybe you could... introduce me to some of your favorites? Broaden my horizons?"
He almost sounded shy asking, but that only made the sentiment more endearing. Y/N smiled so hard her cheeks hurt. "Anytime, G-man."
The waiter came back with the wine then, and they got to ordering. Y/N ordered a lemon chicken piccata while Spencer settled on pasta alla norma. Of course they had a side of breadsticks and they each got a small tomato soup to sip on while they waited.
They continued to chat about their favorite things, anywhere from as general as their favorite books and movies to as random as their favorite flowers and candle scents. It was nice getting to know these tiny details. And normally this type of small talk was awkwardly necessary and devastatingly tedious, but with Spencer it felt effortless. She liked telling him about her favorite things, no matter how small they were, and just the same she liked listening to him. The way he spoke, his eyes lighting up as he talked about what made him happy made Y/N warm, feeling once again that night like she was bathing in sunlight.
That's what he was. The human embodiment of pure sunlight.
As they ate they talked a little bit about their childhoods. Spencer mentioned how it was mostly just him and his mother, and he almost seemed a little sad when he talked about it. She wanted to let him keep going, but at some point she realized that he was getting a little emotional and uncomfortable, so she made a point to respectfully change the subject, in turn telling some embarrassing childhood stories of her own. For one thing, she loved telling anyone about how she angrily chucked a remote at her brother when they were kids and gave him a permanent scar on his forehead, but ultimately she loved seeing Spencer smile, and she knew that the story would do the trick. It always did.
"Why did you do it?" he laughed after swallowing a bite of his food.
Y/N shrugged with a smile. "He was bugging me about wanting to watch something else, and it just annoyed me so badly that I decided I had enough. I should have been sorry, too, especially after being yelled at, but I really thought he deserved it. And now when people ask why he has this big-ass scar on his forehead, he has to tell them that his big sister chucked a remote at his head. It embarrasses him and it amuses me, so..."
Spencer laughed a little harder, setting his fork down and folding his hands together. "Sounds... like an interesting childhood."
"Yeah, that's putting it mildly. My brother and I did a lot of roughhousing, which would make more sense if he was the older one, but what are you gonna do?"
"So... What, you put him in headlocks and pinned him to the ground like a wrestler all the time?" he asked with an amused laugh.
"Yeah, something like that," she laughed right back.
"Well, I hope he hasn't sustained too much injury permanently over the years... Maybe one day I can ask him about it."
The thought of Spencer meeting her family gave her more butterflies, and it became evident that he was feeling the same way, because he blushed almost immediately after he said it.
"You two would probably get along really well, actually. He loves true crime and stuff, so I'm sure he'd love to talk to you about your job if that's not too forward. Plus, he reads more than I do, so I'm sure you'd find something else in common there."
"Yeah, that sounds great. I like him already."
She smiled, her heart still beating exponentially fast. A small part of her wondered if maybe talk of meeting family members was going too far for a first date, and on any other first date it would've been. But Spencer seemed to be genuinely entertaining the idea of meeting and discussing some of his life with her brother, and that was what flipped the switch. She was starting to feel it. She was starting to fall in love with him.
***
When the two of them got in the car, Spencer turned on the radio before they started their journey home— a Classic Rock station. Y/N smiled, immediately recognizing the melody to, coincidentally enough, her favorite Queen song, Who Wants To Live Forever. She told him as much.
He turned the volume up and started driving, listening to her sing along softly. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed him turning his head every once in a while, obviously sneaking a glance at her enjoying her favorite music. The thought sent a bloom of warmth through her chest as the song faded out and started playing Photograph by Def Leppard. Spencer turned the radio down just a little and nodded, turning down the street.
"I like it. I can see why it would be your favorite."
"This is another one of my favorites, too," she replied with a gentle nod towards the radio, giving him a smile. "A lot of these songs probably will be, though, I've practically been spoon-fed Classic Rock radio since I was a baby."
Then she noticed where they were. A street she didn't recognize. "Where are we going?" she asked, looking around.
"Oh. I-I know I only really promised to take you out for dinner, but there's somewhere else I wanted to show you... If that's alright?"
"It's more than alright," she reassured, placing a hand on his arm and wondering where he planned to take her.
He took her hand in his and continued down the road, the radio shuffling through more songs that Y/N recognized and sang along to. At one point she made a point of dramatically serenading Spencer with Love Song by Tesla, air guitar-ing and everything.
Soon enough they were out where she couldn't see any buildings and only a few streetlights. Y/N hummed softly along to the radio, holding Spencer's hand once again as he pulled the car over down a random road and under this large tree. In front of them she could clearly see the sun setting over the skyline, illuminating everything around them in a soft orange glow.
"It's beautiful out here," she mused as Spencer turned off the car, the radio with it.
"Yeah, I, uh... I was in a particularly stressful point in my life a few years ago, and one day I just drove aimlessly. I don't normally drive at all, but I needed something new, something different to do that I could focus on, and I just ended up here. It's one of my favorite places."
She looked over at him and smiled, running her thumb over his hand. "I find that some of the best things in life happen when you try something different."
His eyes softened as she spoke, squeezing her hand and leaning his head against the seat. "You're right. That's... actually how I got you, know know."
She raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Mhm... Yeah, I didn't even want to confront you about hearing what happened that night because I thought it would be too awkward, but... I don't know, I guess there was just something that felt right about the whole thing, like... like it was an opportunity to get to know someone new. And I couldn't stop thinking about knocking on your door and getting to know everything about this woman who likes to invade other people's privacy." He laughed as he said that last part, obviously teasing her about the whole thing, and she laughed with him.
"Well, then I guess that means I don't have to be embarrassed about that anymore," Y/N noted. "I felt absolutely awful about it, you know."
"Oh, I know. You were practically the color of a tomato when I gave you that Advil."
They laughed together as the sun sunk lower in the sky, and as the air between them grew silent, they just stared at each other, smiling. Even as the sun was leaving, Y/N could still feel its warmth radiating in the form of Spencer's presence.
***
They walked up to her door hand in hand, laughing about a joke she'd told him when Y/N realized the night was potentially over. The thought silenced her laughter, and suddenly she was nervous, like she hadn't already considered that the night would eventually have to end somewhere.
"I... I had a really great time tonight, Spencer, thank you. "
He smiled shyly in that way of his that made her just as shy. It was sickeningly cliché, she thought, feeling this way about a man she'd only just started to get to know, but she welcomed those feelings nonetheless. He was so obviously infatuated with her in a way she hadn't felt before, and it made her nervous because she didn't know how to react. All she could do was welcome and embrace his adoring glares and little touches and compliments, and hope that he knew in turn just how much she appreciated and adored him all the same.
His free hand reached out and cupped her cheek, to which she happily leaned into. "I did, too," he said softly, barely above a whisper. "We should do it again some time."
She smiled against his hand, and she didn't realize it then, but they were closer than they had been all night, toe to toe. "We should."
The world stopped for all of two seconds before he leaned down to kiss her. But something embarrassingly stopped her from letting it happen, pulling her face away just a little. "Wait. My breath probably smells like breadsticks."
Hardly the most romantic thing to say, and she regretted it the second it left her mouth.
Spencer only shrugged, smiling amusedly. "Who doesn't like breadsticks?"
That made her laugh. Hard. And she was still laughing as she pulled him closer and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
When he kissed her back, it was head-dizzyingly sweet, his hands softly brushing over her cheeks as she melted into him. Every time his lips parted, he came back stronger, pressing his lips and tongue to hers with slow, methodical precision.
She could have died right there.
But eventually they pulled apart, and she looked up at him with as much gratefulness as she could provide. "Look, I... I know it's not typically customary to sleep over on the first date, but... What about trying something different?"
Spencer grinned at her, rubbing his thumb over her bottom lip. "Lead the way, pretty girl."
She couldn't hide her blush as she reached over and opened the door, pulling him into the apartment with her.
The door closed behind him, and Spencer kissed her again, this time using one of his hands to press her to him, resting promptly on her lower back. Their kisses were just as slow and sweet as they had been in the hall, though there was a slightest shift in the atmosphere, bringing forth a newfound passion behind each of their movements.
His tongue traced over her bottom lip before he took it between his teeth and tilted his head to the other side, pulling her even closer to him than she thought could be possible. They both stumbled around the living room as they kicked off their shoes. Y/N got significantly shorter after removing her heels, so Spencer bent down and lifted her off the ground, setting her on the back of the couch. Her dress had ridden up to the tops of her thighs so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She slid her cardigan off at the same time he slid off his jacket, their lips still adjoined. Once they were removed, Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck again, and he brought his arms under her ass as he lifted her off the couch
She expected the journey to her bedroom to be rocky, stumbling into furniture and walls and tripping, but was glad to be proven wrong when suddenly she was swiftly seated on her bed, Spencer standing between her legs.
He pulled away from her for all of two seconds before kneeling and pressing kisses to the insides of her right leg, starting at her ankle and trailing all the way up past her knee and eventually to her thigh. His hands reached up to grip the bed as he looked up at her and pressed kisses to her other thigh. Hoping to give him more access, she used her hands to pull her dress up even higher, scooting out from under her butt and bunching up at her hips as she spread her legs a little wider.
He smiled against her inner thigh, running one of his hands over the other. "Patience, pretty girl. I want to take my time with you tonight."
The way he said it made her shiver, and her head leaned back as she leaned back on her hands, feeling Spencer continue his exploration. His mouth travelled from thigh to thigh, doing just about everything he could think of—kissing, licking, biting... One of her hands found themselves in his hair as she sighed out, "Please, Spencer..."
For a moment she thought he wouldn't give it to her, if only because she wasn't specific enough and that had become part of their sexual routine, but this time he granted her what she wanted, one of his hands reaching up and ghosting along her clit through the fabric of her panties.
She instinctually rutted her hips forward at the contact, which made him laugh softly, and before too long, he hooked his finger in the waistband of her underwear, sliding up her dress just a little so he could reach. She lifted herself off the bed so he could bring them out from under her, and he slowly, very slowly, slid them down her legs. His lips travelled up her leg again, taking the same care and curiosity as he had before, each second burning impatiently through Y/N's body as she took it all in.
Right as his nose brushed over her clit, he pulled away, leaving her cold and desperate. She opened her eyes and looked down at him, running a hand through his hair and silently pleading to do something.
He smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to her neck before whispering in her ear, "Will you ride my face for me, baby?"
"Oh, God, yes," she breathed before she could think, and he laughed, his breath sending goosebumps down the right side of her body.
Spencer got up on the bed and leaned back, his head resting on the pillows as Y/N straddled him, hiking her dress up over her hips and stroking the hair from his face before hovering over it. Before she could do anything, his hands wrapped up over her thighs and pulled her down to him, not wasting any time getting to work.
The initial contact jolted her awake, and she cried out, reaching forward and grabbing the top of the headboard as she ground down on him. His tongue plunged deep into her while his nose pressed against her clit, and the more she moved, the more his tongue drew patterns, wanting to taste every inch of her until she was shaking around him. And that's exactly what happened. His tongue came up to flick and swirl over her clit, and right when he wrapped his lips around it and started softly sucking, she cried out. "I'm gonna— ohh..."
He hummed into her, encouraging her to finish, and she did, clenching her thighs around his head as he shook it back and forth, lapping up every last drop of her arousal until her thighs lost their grip. She lifted up off of him, but he brought her back down to run his tongue through her pussy a few more long, meaningful times. He finally let go of her legs, and she kneeled beside him, catching her breath.
Looking down at him she noticed how wonderstruck he was, running his tongue along his lips to still taste her, his eyes searching hers hungrily before she leaned down and kissed him. The taste of herself on his mouth made her groan, and he reached up to pull the clip from her hair. It tumbled down in a curtain around them before he tossed the clip aside and ran his hands through it, gathering it all to one side and pulling her closer to him.
As he kissed her, she brought her hand to his chest, working at his tie and struggling to get it off. He laughed against her mouth and sat up to do it for her, breaking their kiss apart. Has he undid the tie and the first few buttons of his shirt, Y/N reached back to grab the zipper of her dress, but Spencer stopped her.
"Wait. Can I?"
She nodded, turning around.
"Stand up for me," he told her.
Y/N got off the bed and felt Spencer behind her, his hands brushing her hair out of the way and slowly zipping her dress down, pressing kisses down each inch of skin that exposed in its wake, all the way to her lower back. His hands slid up her back and pushed the straps off her shoulders, then tugged the dress down to watch it fall on the floor, leaving her completely bare.
He kissed her neck and ran his hands up and down her body, eventually reaching around to cup her breasts. She sighed at his touch, leaning back against him as he rolled her nipples in between his fingers. Her hands reached back to wrap around his back and pull him flush against her, the unmistakable feeling of his hardening dick through his pants pressing against her bare ass.
"I love how soft your skin is, pretty girl," he murmured into her neck, sliding his lips down to her shoulder and biting down. She sucked in a breath, her hands removing themselves from his back and placing themselves over his own, feeling the veins strain as they kneaded her breasts. His tongue traced over where he bit down before he kissed the same spot, then he worked his mouth back up her neck and reached her jawline. She turned her head, meeting his lips and pressing herself further into him, whining at every single sensation coursing through her veins.
Eventually she'd had enough and turned fully around, breaking apart from him just to come back. She faced him and wrapped her arms around his neck once more. He leaned in to kiss her again, but she stopped him, pulling her head back and using one of her hands to grip the hair at the nape of his neck. "Tonight's your lucky night, you know..."
At her teasing tone, Spencer laughed, his eyes searching hers before giving in. "Why's that?"
She used the hand that wasn't in his hair to slide over his shoulder and down his chest, drawing patterns across the bare skin he'd left exposed after undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. Then she smiled, bringing herself closer and gripping the collar. "Because I'm on birth control now..." She leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips against his, feeling them just barely as she whispered, recalling what he'd told her a few weeks ago. "You still wanna fill up this slutty little pussy? Make me yours?"
He didn't give a second thought. Before she was aware of what was happening, Spencer had his lips crashed against hers and his arms wrapped around her back, pulling her forward so that the tent in his pants pressed right up into her bare crotch. She gasped against his mouth and reached down to take the rest of his shirt all the way off, and he let her.
Her hands fumbled with the buttons, severely close to just giving up and ripping the shirt apart but she got there in the end, sliding the fabric off his shoulders and tossing it God-knows-where as his tongue slipped into her mouth. She trailed her hands softly down his chest and stomach, making him shiver, and she relished in the feeling of his lean figure tensing under her touch. She scratched her nails along the lower part of his stomach before touching his belt, and then he stopped her, grabbing her wrists.
"Sit on the edge of the bed," he commanded softly against her lips.
Y/N pulled away reluctantly, immediately missing his bodily warmth before doing as she was told and perching herself patiently at the edge of the bed.
Spencer got off his knees, climbed out of bed, and stood on the floor, coming over to her and placing himself between her legs once more. Only this time, he towered over her rather than kneeled. His hands unbuckled his belt while his eyes bore into hers, the anticipation of what was to come as high strung as it had ever been.
He pulled his pants and underwear down in one swift motion, and right a he kicked them to the side, Y/N reached out, grabbing his hips and pulling him closer. One of his hands gripped his hard cock while the other found purchase in her hair, brushing it behind her shoulders and resting at the base of her neck as he leaned down and pushed her back onto the bed. She scooted back just far enough for Spencer to kneel on the edge of the bed, her legs instinctually wrapping around his waist once more as he kissed her.
Her hands brushed the hair from his face and stayed weaved there, whimpering with anticipation as he ran the tip of his cock along her pussy, just as slowly as he'd done everything else so far. He broke their kiss apart and pushed the tip in, not going any farther than that. "I told you, pretty girl, I'm taking my time with you tonight. I want this to last."
As his forehead rested against hers, she barely caught a glimpse of his eyes before he pushed all the way in and squeezed his eyes shut. Y/N sighed and massaged his scalp, completely aware of every inch of him as he held himself inside her. He pressed just about the sweetest kiss to her lips before setting a slow pace that gradually became faster with every passing minute. She was still a little sensitive from when he'd eaten her out, but that only added to the feeling.
"Fuck, you're perfect," Spencer breathed, pulling his head just far enough away from her so he could look her in the eyes. "You're so goddamn perfect, Y/N..."
She slid her hands down his back as he picked up his pace inside her, gasping when he hit her g-spot. "Speak for yourself," she breathed.
When she started to feel herself getting closer, Spencer seemed to notice, because he slowed his pace again and ran sloppy, passionate kisses along her jaw and neck, and she reveled in the feeling. He was all around her, consuming every fiber of her being, and she could bask in it forever if he'd let her.
"Spencer," she breathed, her hands reaching down to grip his ass as he hit inside her deeper. "Fuck... You're so good to me..."
In turn he cradled her face and kissed her deeply, moving his tongue against hers in tandem with his hips' ministrations. Her fingernails bore deeper into his skin, and it wasn't long before she started to feel an orgasm surfacing. He rested his forehead against hers again, biting her bottom lip softly as he pulled away to speak. "Almost there, pretty girl. "
Y/N removed her hands from him and brought them up to bring her face to hers again, sighing into his mouth when they reconnected. And then he grabbed her wrists softly, pinning them above her head and sliding his hands up her forearms until his fingers laced together with hers, squeezing and pushing them both closer to the edge.
"Cum for me, baby," he mumbled against her lips, and within a matter of seconds, she did. Her legs tightened around him and her ankles hooked round his waist, just above the top of his ass to keep him tightly inside her while he found his own release. "Fuck," he sighed, giving three more hard thrusts forward. He held himself inside her while he came, the warmth spreading through her being just about the best thing she'd ever felt. It was the cherry on top, the last puzzle piece falling into place, and she kissed him once more while he finished, feeling him groan in her mouth.
The two of them stayed like that, their hands still laced together and legs still tangled, and even when their lips pulled apart, their foreheads rested together while their breathing slowed.
"Have I already told you how perfect you are?" Spencer breathed, nuzzling his nose against hers.
Y/N laughed a little, nuzzling him right back. "You may have mentioned it."
"Well, it's true. Everything about you is just so..."
"Perfect?" she offered.
He laughed, kissing her once more on the lips before slowly pulling out of her and unlacing their fingers. "Yes. Perfect... But as much as I love laying here with you, UTIs are not perfect, so I'm gonna get you cleaned up. Come on."
She sat up with a grunt, not wanting to get up so soon but she knew he was right. So she let him lead her to the bathroom as quickly as they can, his cum slowly sliding down her thighs when they got there. Spencer turned on the light and closed the bathroom door, a small smile on his face as he got on his knees to help.
"I can grab some toilet pa— holy shit..." Y/N was cut off when he dragged his tongue up the inside of her leg, scooping up his mess and making his way to her pussy where he cleaned out the rest of it. She was still sensitive, so he went as gently as he could, making soft, gentle swipes of his tongue until it was mostly gone, at least not dripping down her legs anymore.
When he stood up to meet her face, she felt stunned, absolutely enraptured by everything about the man in front of her. "So, does that mean I'm officially yours now?" she asked with small laugh.
He gave her that bashful smile again, and it made her feel even better, basking in the familiarity of his boldness of sexual acts followed by instant shy demeanor. "Only if you'll have me."
Y/N grabbed his face and kissed him before looking him dead in the eye and saying, "I hope I'll always have you, G-man."
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Title: Forever
Pairing: Corpse Husband x female!reader
Requested by: Anonymous
Request: How about one where Corpse proposes? With flowers and everything! Like he went out of his comfort zone to propose to you in public because he felt like you deserved it!
Word Count: 2225
Warnings: luff and some swearing
Note: The images doesn’t belong to me, all the credits go to the respective creators. I only made the collage. Also, I will not make anything to make Corpse uncomfortable, if he ends saying he doesn’t like fanfiction about him, I will delete this.
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The little black box, with that important thing hidden inside, weighed in the pocket of his dark jeans as he headed for her condo. Corpse's breathing was fast, his hands were shaking immensely, and his heart was beating fast, so fast that it seemed to want to escape his chest.
He strode, always faster than anyone, avoiding people who came in the opposite direction as far away as possible. The further away the better.
Swallowing hard feeling a lump in his throat, Corpse looked at the sky, which at that moment was a sea of red, orange and yellow, indicating that it would not be long before dark and for the moon to replace the sun.
Grabbing his phone and watching the time, he quickened his pace even more, playing with the rings on his long fingers and feeling his back cold with the nervous sweat.
He was ready, however, and he was sure that Y/N was the one. Since that day they met at the small cafe, he knew she was his forever. That day Corpse had risked going out for the first time in a very long time, trying to win even though he knew he would never really be able, at least not as he almost did now with her. That red-haired employee looked at him bored - certainly tired and dissatisfied with his own life, but who wasn’t? - his deep voice stuttering nervously as he tried to place the order. He succeeded there, and the minutes that it took the employee to complete it were truly terrifying. He said a small thank you, handed over the money, and in the moment he took the cup his hands were shaking so much that he thought he was going to drop it. Everyone was looking at him, Corpse was able to feel their gaze and there was nothing he wanted to do but disappear from there. But then an angel came up to him, gently touched his hands assuring him that everything was fine, and offering him a big, beautiful smile that made him dreamy for the rest of the day. Cliché he had the notion of that, but so incredibly good that remembering it makes him feel butterflies in his belly.
The memory was long enough to reach its destination, and the nerves tripled at the moment he saw the condominium of white and brown buildings. He was quick to send a message to let her know that he was already there, and it didn't take long to receive one in exchange of her saying she was going down as fast as she could.
Corpse took a deep breath, leaning against the wall with the white paint a little chipped and in need of a new coat of paint, and reached into his pocket feeling the velvet box stroking his fingerprints. It was still there, safe and heavy with all hopes for a bright future.
"Hey, love." Y/N’s sweet voice sounded nearby, along with the sound of her elegant footsteps.
"Hey, babe.." Corpse greeted pulling the mask away slightly - he couldn't get out without it, even on that very important day - and kissed his girlfriend's black-colored lips (she started to like seeing herself in black since they were together). It was a gentle kiss but full of longing and security, and especially full love. Her lips tasted like blackberries, which he loved, and the black lipstick helped to highlight the beautiful features of her face that only left him even more enchanted. How he was lucky enough to have someone so wonderful in his shitty life? This was something that Corpse questioned every day…
Y/N's eyes were bright when they pulled away and she smiled sweetly. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I missed you."
"As did I, baby. Where do you want to go?"
"I thought it would be good for us to take a little walk."
"Are you sure? We can stay home if you want to, or if you don’t feel comfortable." Oh, how he loved her. Y/N was so understanding and attentive, and if she was another girl, she would have left his sorry ass a long time ago. And yes, Corpse was uncomfortable being on the outside, in plain sight, but it was something he wanted to do for her.
"I'm sure, let's go. It will be dark soon."
Y/N was quick to get to his left side, interlacing their fingers when they joined hands, Corpse's bigger hand practically swallowing hers.
Without further ado they began to walk calmly, Corpse remembering to slow down knowing that it would be difficult for his girlfriend to keep up with his hurried pace.
"I was thinking that we could go to dinner at that restaurant that you like." He informed her. It was a small and quiet restaurant, and they had been there before. It had gone well and without any problem. That was how he wanted it that night.
"Sure, I'd love it as long as it's okay with you." Y/N looked at him again with an uncertain look.
Corpse stroked her small hand. "I'll be fine as long as I'm with you."
The pink tone on her cheeks and the passionate smile with which she presented him made it all worthwhile.
On the way to the restaurant they talked about their days. Y/N told him how it had been a little busy day (she was a graphic designer) and she had already finished the cover of a fantasy book, and given it to the writer when he decided he wanted to change something at the last minute. She managed to do so, but not without feeling that she would tear her hair out in frustration. Corpse pulled her closer to him and assured her that everything was fine, that she was great at what she did and that better days would come.
He was telling her about the two-hour stream playing with the friends he had made, and the music he was writing, when they finally arrived.
They went in, asked for a table further away and without much trouble went to sit in their seats, with the menu on the wooden table waiting for them. There was no need to look though, whenever they went there they asked for the same thing, so that's what they did. She ordered spaghetti bolognese and for him just a vegetable soup with chicken. To accompany, they ordered a small bottle of wine. Corpse's left leg swung quickly, while discreetly touching his pocket.
"Is everything alright, baby?" She asked at the same time that the food was being served.
"Yes, don't worry."
Y/N didn’t stop looking at him with concern, but she did not insist. While they ate they were talking about nothing and everything, enjoying the feeling of being in public in what had been a long time. The restaurant was almost empty, with just another couple at a distant table with their backs to them, which made him more comfortable. It was small with the floor, tables and chairs all in wood, with brick walls with a rustic effect, and small iron lamps lighting the place almost lovingly.
Time passed and Corpse's nervousness only grew. They ate and drank wine, enjoyed dessert, and were happy and smiling.
Corpse was helping Y/N to put on the black leather jacket - her outfit consisted of comfortable shoes, red pants and a cute black tank top, as well as the delicate shamrock necklace he had given her on their one year anniversary -, when she questioned him curiously. "We are going home now?
"Let's go out for a little while." The beautiful girl's surprised look did not escape him, even he was surprised that he was succeeding to do that.
They left the restaurant after paying and ventured into the city, holding hands and full of soft words. Every now and then, Y/N would lift his hand to her lips and give a small kiss on the skin full of protruding veins.
The stars shone in the middle of the night, the moon was full and round, high and illuminating the path to the park. There were wooden benches every few meters, tall street lamps peeking out near the trees and the round lake by the children's swing. Y/N used to go there in her childhood.
They sat on the grass by the lake, their feet immersed in the cold water that reflected the moon. They were silent for a moment, completely at peace watching the couple of swans swimming nearby, gently cutting the water and with their long white necks almost intertwined.
It was now. Now was the moment.
"Y / N…"
"Yes, Corpse?" She looked at him with the stars shining in her eyes, and leaving him speechless.
Corpse’s heart sped up, blood pounded in his ears and his hands trembled when he opened his coat and removed the flower he had protected in the inner pocket. The black rose was in perfect condition, sparkling with the small silver particles that embellished the petals.
He handed it over to Y/N, who accepted her happily with a smile almost as big as his love for her.
"Oh, babe, it's beautiful! Thank you so much."
He smiled shyly, with extremely sweaty palms, and watched as the girl in front of him admired the flower, without knowing that she was also being admired by him.
"I do not deserve you." He said at last, immediately regretting it seeing her smile fading.
"What are you saying?"
"I-"
"Babe, you’re really scaring me right now. What's going on?" Y/N's gentle hands came to his face, taking off his mask (which was fine by him because he trusted her absurdly, and they were alone), and caressed the skin of his cheeks with concern.
"Let me talk before I turn myself into a coward once again. I don't deserve you, I have a full sense of that, you're too good for me and kinder than anyone will ever be. I'm not a religious person, my life didn't allow me to be , but since we’re together I pray every day that you would not wake up one day, and realize that it’s not me who you want by your side."
"It will never happen, you are everything I ever wanted." She whispered.
"I am not... but you are what I always desired." He smiled. "You take my problems when you shouldn't, you help me and you take care of me. I can talk to you about everything because I know my secrets with you are safe. You support me when I doubt myself, and you do it all without asking for anything in return. "
"I just want your love."
Corpse kissed her, feeling the soft brush of her lips against his. Just a simple kiss from her was enough to calm him down for good. "You already have it." He assured her, then touched the velvet box and took it out of his pocket. Y/N's shocked sigh filled the air, and she raised her hands to her mouth. "And I know that I will never be enough, that I will never be good enough... But I will try. From sunrise to bedtime I swear to love you and try to make you happy every day. And if one day I don't, I know that I wasted the best thing I have in my fucking life... "
The tears overflowed from her eyes, sliding down her face in rivers of happiness. "Corpse…"
Corpse opened the box showing her what he had been hiding for several months. It was a simple ring - too simple for her in the boy's opinion, but that was how she liked it - made of silver with an oval diamond in the middle, flanked by two smaller ones in square shape, and many smaller ones around it, embellishing the circle.
"Y/N…" He sighed deeply, more sure than ever in his life, even though trying to control his anxiety. "Do you want to marry me?"
The girl threw herself at him, hugging him tightly and crying in his chest. "Yes, yes! Of course I do! Of course I want to marry you."
He laughed happily and deeply, smiling so much that he thought the corners of his lips must reach his ears. He kissed the top of her head, inhaling her perfume and murmuring how much he loved her... But mainly thanking her for loving him.
After a few minutes of laughter and sobbing, Y / N walked away with red, wet cheeks and slightly swollen eyes, but looking more beautiful than ever.
"How long…?"
"Much too long." Gently he took her hand and stuck the engagement ring on her left ring finger, where it glowed as if it belonged there. "I should have done this a long time ago."
"It's beautiful." Y/N said in admiration. "I love you."
"Not more than I love you."
They shared another kiss, this one longer than the others, and left their foreheads gently touching each other, with their eyes closed and wanting to record the moment forever in their memory.
"Thank you." He whispered.
"I’m the one who should be thanking you…"
"I knew you were forever. I've known it since that day at the cafe."
"Yes…" Y/N agreed. "Forever."
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lavendersb · 3 years
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Din Djarin x reader
Summary: Din wants to give you the universe. Making you see stars seems like a good place to start.
Warnings: Smut, this is str8 up sin, fingering, soft!dom Din, service!dom Din, overstimulation, so much praise, i wrote this at 3am so if this is hardly literate im so sorry :)
@maybege​ i have you to blame for encouraging my sinful behaviour 
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Din doesn’t know how he survived before you.
Of coursed he coped, he hadn’t become the best bounty hunter in the parsec without a certain level of diligence. His structured Mandalorian upbringing had taught him the importance of being capable and organized, of always being one step ahead.
But the child had brought with him its own unique set of challenges. Din could deal with the bounty hunters and imperial forces, they where nothing new to him. The joys of parenthood however had taken some getting used to.
He was an angel most of the time. Din could spend hours with the little womp rat and not encounter the slightest hitch, but when the fancy struck him, the child could turn into a little terror of angry gargles and twitching ears. The fact that he could also throw items around the crest with his strange magic powers didn’t make these tantrums any easier for Din to handle.
That’s when you had arrived. Offering your services as caretaker and claiming to be a half -decent mechanic as well, Din had hired you almost instantly. The child was almost as taken with you as he was, and from that moment on, Din never looked back.
He learns quickly that you had been very modest about your skills. Not only where you capable of handling whatever the child threw your way, you could also help with just about any problem the crest came up with. Din also learns that you’re not bad in a fight, and on the odd occasion he invites you out on a hunt with him. You work together like a well-oiled machine, united by a common goal of protecting the child. Protecting each other.
Perhaps it was your caring and capable nature that drew Din closer to you than he ever expected he would. Regardless of what it had been, Din has never felt as happy as when he comes home to see the love of his life waiting for him with his strange little son.
This is where his mind has wondered as he trudges through the swampy mud back to his ship. The bounty was on planet thankfully, so Din never had to worry about bringing the quarry near to his safe haven. The safe haven in question, the metallic body of the razor crest, peeks out at him through the trees and Din’s feet just can’t move fast enough.
Din lowers the ramp, and as he reaches the warmly lit interior of the hull he can’t help but pause a moment in shock.
The hull when Din had left it was a state. On the previous planet you had returned to the crest just as a team of Jawas had started to tear it apart. Thankfully Din had managed to scare them off before they could cause any real damage, but a fair few interior wall panels had already been unscrewed and tossed aside. This morning Din had left the hull in that same state. Now it was as if there had never been any damage at all.
But there, in the centre of the hull is the thing that makes Din’s heart clench beneath the beskar. You’ve set a small metal container on the ground, filled it with some warm water which gently steams, and placed the little green child inside for a bath. He watches where you kneel beside the tub, grinning at the child as he holds one of your fingers in one tiny hand, and splashes the water with the other.
“Hi,” you say through a slight laugh, snapping Din out of his reverent staring “we’re almost done here”
Din walks forward, coming to stand beside you and bending to press his forehead to yours softly.
“Did you fix the ship?” he asks softly, though he knows the answer.
“Yes,” you confirm, pulling away from him reluctantly. The child, now wholly interested in the return of his father, reaches out to Din and begins to babble uncontrollably.
“We’ve had a busy day, haven’t we? But you’ve been such a good helper,” You say to the child, and Din watches you fish the wriggling child out of his bath and wrap him up in a soft towel. He notes that the task of fixing the crest must have taken almost all of the day, and having to keep the child entertained at the same time wouldn’t have made it easy for you.
“Mesh’la, have you eaten today?”
Din takes your silence as an answer and his happiness falters just a little. Of course you would prioritise your task and the child before yourself. Sometimes he wonders how you would survive without him.
“I wanted to wait” you reassure him weakly “enjoy my break when the work is done”
“I’ll take him from here, you should rest” Din says, leaving no room for argument.
He takes the child from you, now dressed in a freshly cleaned robe (another task you’ve completed that he wants to thank you for). Din sees a moment of doubt pass over your face as you try to argue with him, but the feeling of tiredness creeping into your bones wins you over. With an acknowledging smile, you kiss the child on the head and disappear towards the nearest bunk.
Din takes care of the last few jobs of the day, content in the knowledge that his love is resting nearby. He makes the jump to hyperspace first, cradling the child in his arms. The little bundle is still warm from the bath, and Din watches his big glossy eyes blink slowly at him, trying to savour the last moment seeing his Buir’s shiny helmet before he falls asleep.
Once the child is safely asleep in his cot, Din goes to fish through his bag, producing one of the fresh bread rolls and a selection of berry’s he bought before he returned. He plates them with the last of the soup that’s left, and once he’s finished his own portion and secured his helmet back in place, he calls out to you to join him.
Woozy and half asleep, Din watches fondly as you float towards the little kitchen set-up. The sleep in your eyes is replaced with excitement as you catch a glimpse of the fresh food on the table.
“Din,” you breathe “you shouldn’t have”
“It’s the least I can do for everything you’ve done today”
Din watches as you happily devour the food. He listens intently as you tell him all of the things you and the child got up to that day. How long it took to fix the panels, how the two of you played out in the muddy swamp for a while before you brought the child in for a well needed bath. This domesticity is something so new to him, but you make it feel easy. Just like you made it easy for him to fall in love with you. He would give you the galaxy, Din thinks, if only he knew where to start.
When the food is finished, Din clears the plates away but there’s a feeling deep down in his soul that he can do more for you. There’s still something else he can provide. As he sees you walk away towards the refresher, he knows he must act fast.
Din crowds you against the wall, pressing you against the panels you’ve just diligently fixed. A hand that rests at the back of your head prevents you from hurting your skull, and Din lets his fingers wind through the strands beneath them. Your eyes are wide as you stare up at his visor, surprised by his sudden movements and hopeful, Din can tell, that he might be about to pull unspeakable pleasures from you.
“Have I taken care of you? He asks quietly.
“Y-yes”
“No,” Din chastises “I haven’t. Not yet. Tell me what you need”
Your lips flutter as the words Din seeks dance around your mouth. He encourages your response by fisting your hair a little harder, not to be cruel, but to ease you into his instruction.
“You, Din” he finally hears you gasp “I need you”
Pride swells in him at your words, and he moves the hand in your hair to wrap around the small of your back and fasten on your waist, pulling you close to him whilst he presses you to the wall.
“Then you’ll have me”
Din uses his free hand to pull at the obstructing fabric that keeps him from the apex of your thighs. Softly, but without preamble his hand dips to your heat and makes a gentle swipe through your folds, groaning when he finds it warm and soft and so very wet already.
His fingers find your clit and with tiny, firm little circles he plays with it to his hearts content. Din feels you tremble and sag against him, enjoying how accepting you become to his touch.
“My sweet girl,” Din breathes, and it’s said so reverently it makes you tremble and mewl just that bit more.
“My sweet girl, you’ve worked so hard today” The movements against your clit slow and you whine in complaint. Din chuckles and shushes you “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”
“Yes,” you whine desperately, moving to grip the arm that reaches between your legs, hoping to encourage it to move again.
Din smiles beneath his helmet, satisfied with your compliance as he returns to your clit with vigour, plucking from you tiny gasps that draw his hungry eyes to the way your pretty chest rises and falls.
“Then cum mesh’la. Come so I can fuck your pretty cunt with my fingers”
And oh how that filthy promise pushes you off the edge. He feels you stiffen in his arms and pulls you closer to him until you feel crushed by his solid presence. You can hardly register it though, too lost in the waves of pleasure that don’t seem to ease at all. Din doesn’t stop playing with your clit until your pretty moans turn to gasps and pleas to stop.
He doesn’t remove his hand from you, simply sliding his fingers down to trace that little fluttering hole he loves so dearly. He watches your face the whole time, enjoying how slack it goes when the first finger makes a teasing press against you.
“Pretty girl you take such good care of us, but you neglect yourself” he teasingly scolds, pressing into you a little further with his finger and watching you keen at his tone.
“Would you like to be taken care of? Is that what you need?”
“Yes, Din, yes” you nod frantically, squirming in his firm grasp.
He squeezes your hip in warning, before sliding his finger deep inside you. Both of you groan at the feeling of your soft heat welcoming his finger. He starts to pump into you, his pace direct and precise, hitting against that soft spongy spot with each push. Din wanted to give you the galaxy, making you see stars seemed like a good place to start.
“I knew from the first minute I saw you that you’d be so warm and soft everywhere” Din says as you cry out for him “and I was right, wasn’t I mesh’la? Your cunt might be the warmest, softest thing in the whole galaxy”
As he adds another finger, Din swears he’s never felt more whole then when he’s breaking you apart like this. Letting you be tender and vulnerable. You break apart for him so well he muses.
“Won’t you cum for me?” he says, and stars you’ve never wanted to come so bad in all your life. Not just because you think you might explode at the way his fingers are aiming for that spot that makes you cry out in pleasure, but also because you want- no need him to know how much you love him. How grateful you are that he treats you so well.
When you do cum its electric. You reach for Din’s pauldron for support, gripping the metal as you rock against his hand. He feels you soak his palm and groans, shamelessly grinding himself against whatever part if you he can.
He doesn’t pull his fingers from you, instead he massages your walls gently watching you twitch when he rubs that special place inside you. He waits until you meet his eye through the visor, expectantly waiting for him to withdraw his fingers.
Instead he presses his thumb back against your thoroughly abused clit and holds you tighter as you give a startled jolt against him.
“Din,” you whine, and he smirks at how wrecked and helpless you sound “I can’t-“
“You can” he insists, picking up the pace of the fingers inside you “You’ll cum again because I’m telling you to. Because I’m taking care of you, right?”
You can barely nod in response, your body to busy trying to cope with the overwhelming feeling of overstimulation. Din gazes at your face, taken by the way your brows pinch and fat tears fill your waterline and weigh down your eyelashes. 
The sight of you has him desperate, and he removes the hand from around your waist, using his torso to pin you to the wall so you don’t collapse. He tugs the cowl away from his neck to expose the tanned skin of his neck. You don’t need his instruction to know what to do next, and with what little energy left in your body, you lean forward to press messy, fluttering kisses to the skin over his pulse.
Din grunts, truly blissed out by the feeling of you on him doubles his assault on your sensitive heat. He barely hears your gasping warning before he feels you come utterly undone against him. Your cunt squeezes his fingers so tightly, and he makes sure to tell you that, though he’s not sure you can hear him. Your face is still pressed against his neck, breathing against him, and he swears he feels a wet tear drop against his skin.
“I love you, sweet girl” he says, pulling his fingers from you softly.
The hum that comes from your heavy, satisfied, and sleepy body tells him he’s done his job well. He lets himself feel proud. Upstairs, his child sleeps soundly in his crib. Well protected and well loved. Here, in his arms, lays his love. Soon she’ll be asleep in their shared bed, and Din will find himself wondering how he was blessed with such a wonderful and loving partner.
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skellebonez · 3 years
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(kicks door down) INVERTED AU WITH PROMPT 72, SPECIFICALLY WITH MK
I’m not going to write out the ENTIRE TikTok so just. Watch an enjoy the madness that is B Dylan Hollis. It will make this fill so much more entertaining.
Don’t you dare.
Had it not been even a few weeks ago things would be almost completely on their normal “regular day with no special plans” schedule. Wake up, work, hang out with Pigsy and Tang, get Mei to have some fun, run off to Mount Huaguo for training with Sun Wukong, make sure the immortal Monkey King is taking care of himself, go home and sleep (a few gaps between each in case he needed to chuck a water bottle or granola bar at any of his friends and make sure they weren’t overworking themselves and if he came across anyone who needed his special brand of, as Macaque once called it, “aggressive self care affection”).
But no. Oh no. This was not a few weeks ago.
This was now, not even a month after the Lunar New Year Festival. Not even a month after he was finally introduced to the rest of Spider Queen’s family- plus one not so accidental addition who had decided it would be a fantastic idea to experiment on himself for funsies and “oops all spiders”.
Said addition stood, or rather half stood and half reclined on the mechnical legs protruding from his back, diligently typing away at his computer. The same computer he hadn’t stepped away from except to take a shower earlier in the day.
17 hours ago.
“Syntax,” MK said with the most gentle warning tone he could muster... which, to anyone unfamiliar with MK would sound like he spoke the human turned spider demon’s name like a threat. “Please tell me you have eaten more than a single calorie bar today.”
“I have eaten more than a single calorie bar today,” the scientist assured with a barely thrown over his shoulder smile in the younger man’s direction.
“Ok g-”
“I ate 2.”
The proud look on Syntax's face, as if he had figured out the loophole to end all loopholes, was a stark contrast to MK's expression of angry horror.
"You can't just eat TWO CALORIE BARS, Syntax!" He shouted, grabbing the scientist by his lab coat sleeve before starting to drag him out of the laboratory. If anyone was there to witness this they would find this feat impressive given how Syntax dug his mechanical legs into the floor in protest.
"I have survived on these so far and I will conti-"
"Survived, yeah, as a human," MK noted as he realized the other was simply allowing him to lead him along without a fight in the least. "But you're a spider demon... cyborg... guy now, you need more sustenance than that. And you needed more before!"
"3 bars?"
"NO MORE OF THE FUCKING BARS!"
The moment Syntax shrunk back in reaction to MK’s yelling the Monkie Kid took his chance and gripped the scientist’s sides and tossed the man over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before breaking out into a sprint down the halls of Spider Queen’s lair.
“Don’t you dare!” Syntax yelped, attempting to free his arms or move his spider legs but gave up on the later and instead retracted them out of fear he might accidentally harm his captor. “I have work to finish, young man!”
“You can’t finish if you die of malnutrition, I’m teaching you how to cook!”
As they ran toward the entrance they passed Spider Queen who, upon realizing what was happening, gave them a calm wave and a smile.
“Make sure to have him back in time for you to get home before dark, MK!”
“EVEN MY QUEEN IS BETRAYING ME!”
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Syntax eventually gave in. After all, despite his new enhancements he was still no match for the sheer strength of the Monkey King himself in the hands of a very determined young man with a hard line stance on self care.
And somehow this man decided he should be deposited in... his kitchen.
In front of a phone set up like... a camera.
Huh.
“Uh-”
“Hold that thought!” MK said, positioning Syntax just out of sight as he grabbed a cook book and hit record. “A bean PIE from the 1920s! Today we’re doing something different-” he reached over and grabbed Syntax’s arm, pulling him into frame without even a single change in his expression. “Today I have an assistant because SOMEONE doesn’t know how to EAT NUTRITION and needs more Vitamin B.”
As he let go of the scientist’s arm he turned to him, face as serious as a miscalculated formula when a project was due in 1 hour.
“OK, you’re the science dude. Let me tell you something from experience,” MK grabbed the cook book, holding it up. “Cooking IS science. And this science insists that BEANS can be made into a PIE which I think is bullshit and I am going to prove on camera. Until you learn how to eat things that aren’t instant bars, you are going to join me on my cooking science experiments. Understood?”
Truth me told, Syntax didn’t see the appeal in cooking. It was far too much hassle for something as basic as nutritional supplements you could acquire from far easier means that did not involve making a mess you had to clean up later... but...
The idea that cooking could be a science... that he had never considered before. And MK seemed to be pretty well convinced that he was correct in this assertion. This was part of why Syntax had, for a while now, considered reaching out to him with an offer of becoming his assistant. His tenacity and determination was something that was a great asset in the field of scientific discovery after all! And well...
If making a weird pie could get him into the young man’s good graces...
“Where do we start?”
~
MK held up a bowl of beans to the camera. “Now these took a long bath last night-” he turned to Syntax. “-I’ll splice in some footage from earlier here later-TIME TO COOK EM!”
~
“The pot,” Syntax noted, pointing to the pot on MK’s stove that had begun to over boil.
“AAGH!” MK yelped, sliding over from where he was grabbing his mixer. “BEAN REBELLION!”
~
“Eggie,” MK chuckled out, cracking an egg into the mixing bowl with the rest of the ingredients.
“How many eggs does it call for?” Syntax asked, trying to make sense out of the madness he was being witness to.
“How many? I don’t know, it just says EGGS.” MK gestured to the cookbook before them as if it has just insulted Pigsy himself to MK’s face.
~
“FORE!” MK yelled, closing his eyes and turning on the blender as Syntax held a frying pan in front of himself in preparation for disaster.
And disaster came... just not in the way either expected, as the blender sputtered and just.... stopped.
“... did you just kill my blender?” MK turned the knob on it, shaking it and tapping it gently. “HELLO?”
He shook it harder, twisting and turning the knob on the front wildly before he broke down into laughter. “THE BEANS KILLED MY BLENDER.” MK crossed his arms on the counter, laying his head down on them as he devolved into equally amused and annoyed cackles. “This has never happened before, how the hell!?”
“Well...” Syntax looked around, finding an induction blender sitting half buried on the opposite side of the counter. “Will this work?”
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Finally. After waiting for the pie to bake. It was done.
A piece sat on a plate before both men, looking both intimidating and somehow delectable at the same time. But both were well away this concoction was primarily sugar, cinnamon, and BEANS. They looked at each other for a moment before nodding, each taking a fork full of the pit before shoving it into their mouths expecting the worst.
MK looked at Syntax as they chewed. Then the camera. Then he started to laugh through his bite as Syntax’s face went on a journey from “this tastes good” to “HOW THE FUCK DOES THIS TASTE GOOD”.
“Nothing makes sense anymore,” he moaned, gesturing to the pie slice before him as he began to laugh in disbelief.
“WHY ARE YOU GOOD?” Syntax asked, shaking his plate slightly. “You have a bag of BEANS in you!”
MK laughed harder, needing to put his plate on the counter as he needed to hold his sides from the pain of trying not to laugh louder than he was.
“This is like if tomato soup made a cake that tasted like chocolate!”
“I-It!” MK wheezed, holding up one hand to get the scientist’s attention. “It has!”
“I’M SORRY- WHAT!?”
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“Yes? Oh, that’s fine dear! Yes, as long as he has somewhere to sleep and I know where he is- ... yes, we would love to try some when you escort him home tomorrow! Thank you, take care now,” Spider Queen said, smiling as she hung up the cell phone that Pigsy and Tang had no kindly helped her acquire.
“So, uh...” Huntsman asked, rubbing the back of his neck in concern and confusion. “What’s up?”
“Syntax will be spending the evening with MK!” She announced, smiling wide. “He’s taken up an interest in baking, apparently. Something about needing to unlock the secrets of tomato soup and beans.”
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VII. Oasis (m) Min Yoongi, Jeon Jungkook, 8.8k
Pairing(s): Yoongi x Reader, Jungkook x Reader
Summary: Yoongi and you were good together, so much so that sometimes, you forget that reality exists. But it led you to Jungkook. And somehow, it led you to each other. And so the story goes, you get lost in each other, shutting the world out. Continuing to ignore the reality that awaited you beyond the walls of the bedroom. But it’s not sustainable - all three of you know that. Still, you fight it, seeking each other in the dark, trying desperately hard not to let go.
Warnings/Tags: RATED M (18+); for language, smut (fem-reader; penetrative sex; oral (m/f receiving); doggy; threesome; scratching; hand-job; multiple orgasms); non-idol!AU - friends with benefits, eventual lovers, idk maybe; slight angst - Yoongi and Jungkook both have family issues; fluff? Fluff.
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There's a bit of everything here 😅 Hope you guys like this one. Definitely took the longest to write, but it’s worth it 😩
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Let me be an oasis,
To quench your thirst,
Ease your restlessness,
Soften life's blows.
Be there for me,
As I am for you,
Sharing, loving and nurturing,
Be my oasis.
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Sophia
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Yoongi wasn’t easily scared, but his father was an exception to that fact. He kept his eyes on the soup in front of him, languidly moving the spoon. Then, he noticed his fingernails were mostly bitten and the skin was torn, the layers beneath pink and raw. It was a habit that he never seemed to kick no matter how hard he tried. It grew worse as he got older, as more responsibilities piled up. His father sat at the head of the table while his mother sat to his right. Yoongi sat on his left, finding the silence unbearable for once. The table they sat at was long enough for elaborate dinners, but the three of them were all far too close for comfort. Yoongi tried not to glance at his watch.
“How is Mina?”
Yoongi to let out a measured exhale. The last time he spoke to Mina was when they parted from a potential wedding venue. Apart from what was going on in the news or their respective companies, it was nothing but stony silence that transpired between them. It seemed that Mina saw through his polite exterior after he said the same answer three times. Yes to an open bar. Yes to an unlimited guest list. Yes to whatever Mina liked. Instead of placating her, it had the opposite effect since it served to heighten his disinterest even more. Yoongi couldn’t help it, he saw Mina and the wedding as a responsibility. And he wanted nothing more than to forget his responsibilities. His father waited for his answer, halting his knife on the rare steak before him. Yoongi’s mother dabbed her mouth as she chewed slowly, looking at her youngest son scramble for a reply.
“Good.” Yoongi said eventually, slurping his soup quietly, not looking anyone in the eye.
“Is that all?” His father’s voice was loud despite not needing to. Yoongi’s grip on the spoon tightened as he held his breath. He kept his eyes down, noting that the butternut squash soup looked particularly unappetising. Yoongi remembered his place and looked up, meeting his father’s gaze. He noted that he had to say more than ‘Good’ in order to survive this dinner.
“She’s busy with the wedding plans. I’ve been accompanying her to the appointments, she seems fine,” He remedied, sitting up. Then, his father resumed cutting his steak. All was well again and Yoongi could finally focus on letting the soup last before the next dish.
“Your brother is coming home from America next week, we’re having dinner at the Penthouse,” His mother said after a while, swiftly changing the topic. But it wasn’t any better for Yoongi since he had an uneasy relationship with his only brother. After he abdicated control of Min Corporation to Yoongi, he was suddenly thrust from a quiet life to a world that was suffocating and unbearable. Now, while his brother lived it up in Los Angeles doing god knows what with god knows who, Yoongi had to stay, for the company and for his parent’s sanity. When Yoongi said nothing his mother’s expression hardened. So he relented, as he always has.
“I’ll be there.”
-
Yoongi asked you to come over as soon as you got off from work. He sounded sad over the phone and you wondered what had happened. But you didn’t press for details as you found him showering first, silent and deep in thought. You sensed that he probably wanted to be alone, so you hung back and waited for him. When he exited the shower, the steam billowed around him, and he walked towards you, a small smile spreading across his features. He kissed you, gentle and tentative.
Now, after showering and drying your hair, you were sat in front of the mirror. Jungkook suggested that Yoongi install after seeing you apply products standing up in front of a full length mirror. He only said that because he already had one installed at his home (coincidentally).
You remember arriving after a long day, despite wanting to crash at your own place since it was closer. Finding Yoongi head first underneath the table fiddling with the wires for the lights in your mirror was, to say the least, amusing. Jungkook was meant to be instructing but with the instructions no where in sight. Instead, he was on his tablet, probably reviewing more documents.
“What’s next?” Yoongi grunted, huffing as another screw fell out.
“No idea, try playing it by ear,” Jungkook suggested, completely useless.
“You could have just had someone else install it you know,” Jungkook said eventually, locking his tablet. Yoongi continued to struggle beneath, emitting small noises of complaints and grunts, ignoring Jungkook. You pressed your hands to cover your mouth to prevent your laughter from escaping. It was hilarious that a CEO of a Fortune 500 company and a senior associate were butting heads over a mirror that was supposed to light up.
“He’s right Yoongi.”
Startled by the sound of your voice, Yoongi hit his head, causing the nail that he was trying to screw in to fall out.
“Ow, fuck,” He grumbled, rubbing the back of his head as he folded himself out of the small space.
“It’s nothing,” He blushed, not looking at you in the eye. Jungkook laughed and crouched down, taking the instructions out of the box. Yoongi looked at him in disbelief. More laughter, mostly from you and Jungkook. It felt nice. It was easy and not complicated. You had spent the rest of the evening building it together, eventually having a drink of wine to reward yourselves for actually getting it to light up.
-
From the mirror, you could see Yoongi enter the space, a towel hung around his neck despite his hair being dry. Then he rummaged in his drawers for something to wear, the towel around his hips hanging dangerously low. He still appeared dejected. You couldn’t help but stare at him, his pale skin ethereal and glowing beneath the soft lights.
“Like what you see?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. Crap.
Flustered, you quickly swiped the remnants of the serum on your skin and tugged the tie of your robe so that it restricted your waist even more. You weren’t going to dignify that question with an answer. Then, you see Yoongi’s arms come into view, gently circling your waist and pulling you to lean on his chest. The smell of cedar wood on his skin. Still, your head remained down as you feel the heat rise to your face. You feel Yoongi swipe your hair to the side, exposing your neck. His hand then planted itself on it, gently forcing you to look up.
In the mirror, you were able to see what he was attempting to do. As his hand kept itself on you neck, the other snaked its way to undo your robe, parting the fabric to reveal your bare chest. He hummed in your ear, you knew he was satisfied that you were’t wearing anything underneath. The attention caused your legs to close, rubbing your thighs together to relieve yourself from the desire to be touched as you felt yourself getting wet. Despite this, you were mesmerised, unable to look away as he used his hand to move your head to the side as he planted soft kisses, each audible in your ear. Your hands gripped the sides of the chair your were on, till your knuckles were ashen. When he reached the lobe of your ear, he bit it gently, eliciting a moan from you. You felt his other hand slide past the half-untied belt, fingers finding your slick heat.
“Y-yoongi,” You gasped, clamping your legs together to prevent him from moving. The hold he had on your neck was firm, pressing just enough so that any attempt for you to move caused your breath to hitch. Apart from your bottom half, you could still see everything. Unable to tear your gaze from his ministrations, you watched as Yoongi directed his attention to your neck, leaving numerous kisses as you squirmed beneath him.
Realising that you didn’t really have much choice, and you didn’t want to ask for more, you leaned back into him, trying to turn your head so you could kiss him. This time, he let you, releasing your neck. His fingers continued to rub your slit, the teasing pace causing your wetness to spread along your folds. You twisted your body so you could wrap your arms around his neck, muffling your moans in his mouth. As your tongue met his, sliding against in a rough manner, your breathing became heavy as he supported your by your lower back. Then Yoongi continued to move you, till you faced him, back against the table.
By now, your robe was barely on you, the fabric melting off of your body, pooling at your waist and wrists. He groaned as your legs spread wider, his fingers eventually inserting themselves in your aching pussy. They curled suddenly, causing you to gasp, and tear your mouth away from his as his thumb pressed itself on your clit. Eyes trained on how his fingers became coated with your arousal, you realised that you were bucking your hips to meet his hand, palm loudly smacking on your cunt. The wet squelch as you dripped onto the chair turned you on even more, your breath escalating as Yoongi lowered his head to devour your cries in a kiss. It was messy and carnal. Your shower was futile as sweat began to form on your body, mixing with the fragrance of your body lotion.
“Tell me what you want,” He instructed in between breaths, kissing you along your jaw, finding that spot in your neck that had you whining and undulating your hips even more. Nearly lost to the pleasure, you were too busy riding his hand, desperate for more friction.
“Fuck me, Yoongi, please,” You begged, submissive and pliant beneath him. He sucks on your neck even more, causing you to shudder and lift your legs to circle around his waist. The hard surface of the table cut your flesh but you didn’t care. This caused him to stop for a moment, as he took his fingers away from you as he raised himself from your neck. You whined in protest, looking up at him, desperation clear in your eyes. Then he lowered, kissing the valley between your breasts, down your stomach, above your navel, till he was in front of your throbbing cunt. Yoongi slid his hand behind your knees, lifting them, spreading you open even more. Your hands nearly slipped from gripping the sides of the chair. Embarrassed, you attempted to shut your legs, but Yoongi prised them open, his warm breath fanning your inner thighs. He leaned closer, but skimmed your clit, instead planting soft kisses on your scorched skin.
"Y-yoongi, please..." you begged, knuckles ashen from gripping the chair. You feel him hum against your skin, sending vibrations up your spine. Squirming beneath him more, you tried to buck your hips closer but he caught you. Deep brown eyes, almost black, greeted you, defiant but unreadable. You held your breath, keenly aware that each throb of your pussy pushing more of your wetness along your folds. Yoongi kept still, his gaze disciplining you. Then, as he trailed his index finger along your inner thigh, your hand replaced his at the back of your knee. You held your breath as he used his fingers to spread your pussy lips wider, clit swollen from the lack of attention.
"So fucking pretty, spread like this for me," he sighs, his tongue flicking tentatively on your clit. You were so sensitive that your body jolted in response, pinned underneath his firm grip. Yoongi continued to lick stripes along your cunt, then shoving his tongue in, the wet muscle lapping up the juices. Feeling your body go slack, you leaned further along the table, elbows resting on the surface, head lolling back from the pleasure. You feel two fingers enter you, deep and curling, you moaned. With his tongue circling your clit, your entire body protested, shaking and shuddering. Then he keeps at it, sucking and licking your clit, fingers working, pistoning themselves relentlessly. Before you knew it, your moans had escalated into whines, toes curling as his other hand pressed your leg to your chest. You were getting close, your core tightening as your body began to arch upwards, trying to break free.
"Yoongi, fuck," you whined, gasping as he increased his pace, his tongue flicking against your engorged clit. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, melting into his touch. Yoongi groaned against you as you managed to rut your hips against his face, his nose rubbing along your folds, covering himself with your essence. Your hand faltered from holding your leg up, instead finding itself tangled in his hair.
Then his mouth left you suddenly. Shocked, you snapped your head to look down and were met with Yoongi licking his fingers. He was sat on his haunches, the towel around his waist his fallen away, his cock standing to attention. The head angry and red, leaking pre cum. Bewitched rather than frustrated, you leaned forward, almost lunging to have him in your mouth. But he stopped you, catching you by enclosing his hand around neck. A choked cry slipped past your lips just as you hovered over his chest, your pussy wetting the chair. Yoongi kissed your jaw, controlled and measured. In an attempt to steady yourself you placed your hands on his shoulders to keep from falling off the chair.
“You want me?” he asked, his grip tightening around your neck.
“Always," you gasped, fingernails digging onto his skin. You couldn't see him since your head was angled to the ceiling, the air trapped in your throat. Then you feel him rise from his position, to the point where you faced his cock, his other hand running along it, spreading his cum along the shaft. His hand left your neck and you gasped, feeling the air return to your lungs. Knowing exactly what he was asking for, you lowered yourself on your knees, planting your hands on his hips, relishing in how he hissed at your touch. Slowly, you regained control, your lips kissing the head of his weeping cock.
Yoongi’s muscles tensed, his hands gathering your hair as he prepared to tug it. You gave small kitten licks on the underside of his cock, flicking your tongue at the head, relishing the moans that escaped his lips as his grip tightening on your hair. You look up, he was watching you, his teeth cutting his lower lip, entirely at your mercy. Suddenly, you took him entirely in your mouth, he groaned, low and deep. Squeezing your thighs together, you were determined to make his knees buckle. Leaning your head slightly backwards, his cock grazed the roof of your mouth, you felt him tense. Then you carried on, engulfing his cock, nails digging crescents into his bare skin, nose touching the base.
“Shit, fuck, slow down, ah,” He groaned above you, hands still planted on your head. You took him in so deep that you feel his knees give slightly, and he backed up, his lower back hitting the island where his kept his ties and watches. Your hands left his hips, clutching the sides instead and using that as leverage to take him in deeper, closing your throat around him, foregoing air. Yoongi moaned above you, his hands gathering your hair again and again as a method to distract himself from cumming too early but you weren’t easily defeated. You took his cock, in an out, drawn out strokes, saliva dripping from your mouth. One look above you, you met his gaze and without warning, Yoongi came, his hips jerking against you, nearly choking you as he shoved his cock all the way in, your throat constricting in response. Tears filled your eyes from the force, his cum hitting you at the back of the throat in thick spurts.
But you didn’t have time to recover as Yoongi bent down to hoist you by your arms so you were standing up, slightly shaky. And then he bends you over, lifting your leg by slotting his hand by the back of your knee. Your breaths came in shallow gasps as you pitched forward, face near the display cabinet, fogging up the glass with your breath. You hear a foil packet being torn. As he entered in you in one swift movement, forcing a cry from your lips. You swore you came then and there as you scrambled to hold on. You couldn’t help it, when you were with Yoongi, it felt so good. The force of his thrusts were so strong that the sharp angle of table dug into your soft flesh, pain mixing with pleasure as Yoongi’s balls slapped against your clit.
“Yes, Yoongi, fuck!” you moaned, hands curling into fists as he fucked you hard. You couldn’t think, your body was sandwiched between him and the hard surface and your breath escaped you as you tried to hold on. You hear him groan from behind as you clenched around him, your other leg shaking from the effort of holding you up. He slapped your ass, causing you to yelp and wiggle your hips from the sting. But his hands on them kept you from moving to much as he roughly thrusted into you, sending white-hot pleasure shooting straight up your spine.
“Y-yoongi, Yoongi!” You whined, your orgasm thundering through you so abruptly that when you closed your eyes, you saw white stars. Your body went slack against the hard surface, hair sticking to your skin, matted against the sides of your face. Yoongi grunted suddenly, emptying into the condom, the swelling of the latex stretching your walls in the most delicious way. Yoongi gasped as you continued to clench around him, mewling as his hips jerked to a stop. You feel him lean over you, as he gasped your name, sounding so perfect coming from his lips. Tired and sated, Yoongi pressed his chest against your scalding skin, kissing your shoulders on either side.
“Fuck, you’re made for me,” he sighed, swiping your hair to the side to kiss the back of your neck, his hands kneading your sides. And you shivered, enveloped in sensation and the pleasure that Yoongi gave you.
-
“What’s so great about Los Angeles anyway,” Yoongi sighed, pulling you closer to him. You had to take another shower because by the time you had finished in the master closet, you were covered in sweat and cum. That didn’t stop Yoongi from pleasuring you once more as you showered together this time. Now your limbs were heavy with fatigue, and you were confused, waiting for him to explain.
“What’s so great about it that you could leave everything without looking back?” He mumbled, as if talking to himself. You racked your brain for any reference that you missed. Perhaps there was something on the news about companies outsourcing subsidiaries to Los Angeles, or there was that trend about more people moving there since the weather was great. It was a long shot but you went for the latter, brain far too tired to even have a conversation about company strategies.
“I don’t know, maybe the weather?” You threw that suggestion out there, still searching for what Yoongi was asking for. And then Yoongi laughed. It started off as a chuckle, then erupted into full blown “Ha ha HA”, as the muscles in his abdomen tightened. You, on the other hand, was still lost. But you enjoyed watching him let go like that. That sort of thing came much easier for Jungkook, who found humour in literally anything. Propping yourself up, you looked at Yoongi, his smile so wide that his eyes crinkled at the sides. Then he kissed you, his laughter bubbling again your lips as he held you tight. And you found yourself laughing too.
“Thanks for make me laugh,” He confessed, kissing your face, peppering it with kisses until you tried to squirm away from his touch. Though you secretly liked it, as your stomach flipped from his rare display of affection.
“Welcome,” You chuckled, searching for his lips again.
-
There was something that was bothering Jungkook. He was advising a client who wanted to start a new company and everything was supposedly up to par. Scanning the documents once more, he found it. Employment contracts. Relinquishing control at work was something that didn’t come easily to him, and this was one of the reasons why. The contracts looked out of sorts, one quick glance showed Jungkook that it didn’t expressly consider the client’s preferences. Jimin recognised Jungkook’s mood immediately as he sat across him in the cramped office. The circumstances were like this because the firm was renovating. It made communicating that much harder as most of the offices that senior associates were stationed in was occupied by builders and scaffolders. So work was siphoned into the upper floors, with ancient monitors and chairs that were uneven or practically broken. Jungkook didn’t see how new carpets or a new lick of paint would increase productivity but he soldiered on anyway.
“Did you have the paralegals handle this?” Jungkook asked, voice oddly calm.
“Oh shit, yeah I did,” Jimin exclaimed, turning his attention back to the other contract he was reviewing. He bit his lip, sensing a lecture coming on.
“Hm.”
“Why, what’s wrong?” Jimin asked, testing the waters.
“Have these been sent to the client?” Jungkook asked, ignoring Jimin’s question as he thumbed down the rest of the contract. Jimin shifted in his seat. In fact, he had just sent it through.
“I can send a follow up email that a new version will be on their way soon?” It was more of a question than a statement from Jimin. He was already drafting the email as Jungkook exhaled slowly, his eyes trained on a particular clause that was drafted appallingly bad. In truth, the situation was not entirely irretrievable but Jungkook was letting his emotions get the better of him. Something was nagging at him and made him want to act out. It was probably because the job was entirely simple - elementary. The contracts were designed to be universal and for at least the first two years of the company’s incorporation, cater for entry level trainees. The mistakes could have been picked up with a trained eye. He tried to school himself, remembering that he had gone through more stressful situations before, involving bigger deals and higher stakes. Jimin cast a weary look to him, sending the email promptly.
“I’ll go over it again, sorry,” He said in a quiet voice. Jungkook immediately felt bad. It was a busy time in the year and Jimin also had numerous things going on. The drafting of these contracts were the only thing wrong in an otherwise stellar piece of work. He was being difficult. He of all people should know what it was like to shoulder numerous tasks of different intensities with one overarching deadline.
“Don’t worry about it Jimin, we’ll do it together,” Jungkook sighed, already creating a new document.
-
It was only until Jungkook pulled up to an elaborate gate did he realise the reason why he was being extra uptight. The security had to confirm his name since he wasn’t a regular visitor. His father had practically forced him to attend a dinner with him, tricking his personal assistant into freeing his schedule for the evening. Jungkook had intended to stay late to pour his attention to another negotiation happening next week. But now, he found himself climbing the steps of his childhood home, grimacing as he was greeted by a family portrait of which he wasn’t part of. It was of his father, his step mother, and Mina, who beamed at him mockingly.
The cook had prepared a steak for Jungkook. As he took his place across his father, he said nothing, automatically cutting into the meat. Across him, his father was looking equally morose. He hadn’t seen his son in months and Jungkook made sure of that by throwing himself into work.
“Did you visit the cemetery?” His father asked, breaking the silence. Jungkook stopped cutting and looked up.
“Yes,” He replied, trying to be polite.
“It’s her death anniversary today,” His father said, more quietly this time. Jungkook tightened his grip on the knife and fork. It had been years since his mother’s passed and he hated having to come back and have dinner with the very man that abandoned them where they needed it the most. He could still remember her pleading to him, even as she neared the end.
Don’t be mad at your father. He means well. He just doesn’t know how to show it.
Jungkook wanted to scream at her. He wanted to shake her shoulders, to open her eyes to the reality that his father was a narcissistic crook who took advantage of her and discarded her as soon as she no longer served him. But he stayed silent, instead focusing on the subtle whirr of the machines that kept her alive. He was still in law school, in his final year before embarking on his legal career. Jungkook made sure that he got a scholarship so he didn’t have to rely on his father’s money, working tirelessly to make a name for himself. But there were some ties that couldn’t be severed. Soon after Mina became vice president of C-TEC, she chose his firm to handle most of its legal affairs. And now, he was entangled with the past that he had so desperately wanted to run away from.
Silence hung in the air, his father made no more efforts to carry on a conversation. So Jungkook finished his meal promptly and thanked him for the dinner.
-
You had given your passcode to Jungkook because he had asked you to. In fact, Yoongi had suggested the idea and you wondered why you didn’t think of it sooner. Just as you were unfolding your duvet to get in, he burst through your bedroom door, cheeks slightly flushed from the cold air. He watched as you stopped midway, ass in the air, in the process of getting cozy. You didn’t mean for it to look so provocative as you glanced at the clock. 11:46PM. Didn’t he have an 8am meeting? Jungkook closed the distance between you in quick strides, your bedroom was smaller than his and Yoongi’s after all.
“Jungkook, don’t you have -“
Surprised, he wrapped his arms around you, cutting you off as he tucked his chin over your shoulder. He squeezed you, his strong arms hugging you so tightly that your breath left you in a gasp. As your back pressed against his broad chest, you noted how warm he was, how he enveloped you with such security that you felt safe. Much like you did with Yoongi, but in a different capacity. Then, Jungkook’s hands were sliding up suddenly, unwrapping from your waist, slipping under your oversized shirt, cupping your breasts. Your breath hitched as he rolled your nipples in his fingers, your body jerking against him. His touch left you for a moment, letting you turn around, pulling your shirt above your head and then your underwear. You reclined on your bed, legs spreading, just for him.
Jungkook shrugged his jacket off and began to unbutton his shirt, eyes never leaving your body as your hand snaked down, down to your parted folds, glistening with wetness. When your finger found your wet slit, your circled your finger over your clit, your other hand rolling your fingers over your nipple, moaning as you pleasured yourself in front of him. Jungkook shed the rest of his clothes, fisting his cock in his hands as you moaned, fucking yourself with your fingers. As he dove in to kiss you, your moans died in his lips, he sucked your tongue, causing you to shudder beneath him. You grasped his cock, throbbing and hard under your touch and Jungkook groaned, his tongue sliding against yours. Pushing him away suddenly, he let you, lying on his back as he watched you settle yourself between his legs. His lips were parted, the mole beneath his bottom lip taunting you.
Then you took his cock in your hand, licking along his length, swirling your tongue over the head. Jungkook’s muscles tensed beneath you as you planted your hands firmly on his hips, his moans becoming music to your ears. You went lower, taking him all in, the air leaving your lungs as the head hit the back of your throat. But you carried on, coating his length with your saliva, letting it drip down, till it hit his skin. His groans spurred you on, turning into small mewls as your throat tightening around him. You feel Jungkook place his hands on the back of your head, gently pressing you down but it wasn’t enough. You tapped his hip with your finger, Go on, I can handle it. Jungkook inhaled sharply as he raised his legs, digging his heels on your mattress, lifting you up slightly as your hands shifted further up his abdomen. As you began to move your head down, taking him in again, you hear him hiss, enraptured by the sight before him.
Then he began to fuck your face, hard and fast, choking you suddenly from the pace. Your saliva pooled in your mouth, coating him, dripping down, enveloping him. Jungkook grasped your hair tightly and pain flared along your scalp, sometimes matching your pace, other times pressing you down, taking the little air that you had access to.
“Fuck, fuck,” He moaned, aggressively rutting into your mouth, his grip on your hair so harsh that you ran your nails down his skin in retaliation. Jungkook gasped as you changed the angle, tipping your head slightly so that the head of his cock grazed the roof of your mouth. He was relentless, fucking your face so hard that your body rattled against him, your hands scratching his skin, spurring him on. One glance at him and you saw his blown out pupils, the veins on his neck standing to attention, his muscles taut as he lost himself. Your pussy throbbed at the sight, taking him deeper, as deep as you could go, eyes screwing shut as his hands helped you, pushing you down. He was close, his moans escalating into grunts as he chased his high. You braced yourself against him, pressing your tongue flat against his length as your throat tightening around him.
“Ah, fuck!” Jungkook gasped as he came, sending hot spurts of cum at the back of your throat. You cried around his cock, as he pushed you down, forcing you to swallow everything, the force of his hold locking you in as his hips stuttered. On the verge of passing out, you pounded your fist on his stomach, and he released his hold. You gasped, spluttering as air entered your lungs, his cum and your saliva spilling from your lips. Jungkook groaned, lunging forward to kiss you, laving his tongue against your bottom lip, tasting himself, tasting you. You moaned as he said your name, over and over, his hands cradling your head as you recovered from everything, anchoring you to him. He pulled away, his brown eyes sweeping your features, the skin of your chin, your swollen lips, glistening with his cum, smelling like him, tasting like him. It was meant to be dirty but he looked at you with such awe that it made you shy.
“Where have you been all this time?” He breathed, threading his fingers through your hair as your body went slack, leaning into his touch. You were already so fucked out just from sucking him off.
“Under your nose,” You replied, half smiling. Then you realised how cringe it was. But you heard Jungkook laugh, his lips spreading in a wide guffaw as his eyebrows furrowed in the ridiculousness of it all. Then he kissed you, taking your breath away, holding you in his arms tightly, and it felt like he was never going to let you go.
-
“I had steak today.” Jungkook thought aloud.
You were already drifting off to sleep when Jungkook’s voice startled you. His breathing was even, his steady heartbeat drawing you in.
“Hm?” You asked, your voice hoarse against his skin. You felt his arm pull you closer, as if you weren’t already tucked securely beneath him. You said nothing, trying to chase your sleep since you had to be up early the following morning.
“I had steak.” Jungkook repeated. You mumbled something in return, Okay. But it probably didn’t sound like that because the urge to sleep was pulling you down.
“I wish you were there. You would have liked it.” He said, sounding far away.
“It’s just steak,” You sighed, fighting your sleep. He really wanted to talk about steak, huh.
“Bring me next time,” You mumbled, drifting further and further into sleep but curious as to the kind of steak that was so good that it warranted sleep deprivation. You hear him laugh.
“I will. Next time.”
-
You felt like you were being watched.
It was confirmed as you finally turned your phone on silent, officially ending the working day. As you set it on the night stand, you feel the bed dip as Yoongi dove into the crook of your neck, kissing the skin beneath your and you chuckled at his impatience.
“Long day?” He murmured, his hands sliding down to lift your shirt. You raised your arms as he pulled back so you could get out of it.
“Yup, lots and lots of contracts,” You sighed, feeling him part your thighs.
“I can imagine that being a chore,” He sympathised. Heat bloomed in your skin you felt his lips return to your neck.
“Yeah, but I’m glad it’s done,” You replied.
Yoongi guided you down, so you could you back on the bed. As your breathing escalated, you opened your legs wider to accommodate him. He looked down momentarily, then you saw his fingers trail from the valley between your breasts, down til you felt him. Heat rose to your face as he found that you weren’t wearing any underwear. Yoongi met your eyes, raising his eyebrows as you squirmed beneath him. Still, he said nothing, his hand moving along the inside of your thigh, your eyes fluttering close as you knew that this was the beginning of his teasing. Your bare skin felt hot against the sheets of Jungkook’s bed. The rise and fall of your chest caused the swell of your breasts to tremble, your nipples hardening from the cold air.
Yoongi leaned close, capturing your lips with his. You sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt him grind against your centre, positive that you were coating the front of his trousers. As his tongue met yours you moaned, clawing at the fabric of his shirt. He finished unbuttoning it without protest. With your bare skin finally being on each other, you gasp as he skimmed his large hands along your body. They settled on your breasts, thumbs caressing your nipples, sending shockwaves to your system. Legs threatening to close, you tried to hook them over his hips to feel his cock as they tented his trousers.
“Be patient,” He tutted, sweeping your hair away from your face. You pout, kissing him again in an attempt to distract yourself from his teasing. You continued to grind your hips but his hands went from your sensitive breasts to the tops of your knees, pressing them down firmly, exposing you further. You gasped as he leaned away from you, his own chest rising and falling deeply and his eyes clouded in a pleasure haze. The buttons of his trousers was already undone, you saw his bare skin, his dark happy trail leading to his straining cock.
“Yoongi,” You whined, suddenly embarrassed at how open you were before him. You felt your pussy throb at being so exposed, no doubt dripping from being starved of attention. His eyes fixated on it, a sort of hunger taking over him. With his hands on your knees and pressing them down, you were hardly in a position to argue. He removed one of his hands to slide his trousers down, just enough to let his cock out. You bit your lip and used this moment to hook your leg over him, enjoying how it he relented. He aligned himself, rubbing his head up and down your soaked cunt, you moaned in the anticipation. The condom was just within arm’s reach, and you swiped right by your phone, tearing the foil, rolling it on him with practiced ease. Yoongi smiled as you resumed your position, shy but pliant before him.
“So fucking beautiful…” He murmured, continually teasing your throbbing slit. Just as you were about to protest, he suddenly pressed his cock into your folds.
“Fuck,” You whimpered, biting your lip as you adjusted around him. Yoongi clenched his jaw, then leaned forward to kiss you. You felt him smile in your kiss as he bit your bottom lip, his tongue sliding against yours. Moving slowly at first, you felt his cock slide in and out, your stuttered breaths loud in your ears. Pulling back, much to your annoyance, you saw him bite his bottom lip as he looked at you, dark brown eyes capturing your attention.
“Yoongi, please,” You pleaded, aware that he was already sheathed inside you but hardly moving. Again, his tongue slipped out to lick his lip, throwing you off balance as to what he would do.
“I told you to be patient,” He repeated, calm as ever.
He moved, slowly again but this time, when his cock reached the hilt, he pistoned into you roughly. With your clit absorbing much of the force, you yelp, thighs clenching against his hips. The pace was unrelenting and soon you were whimpered and mumbling incoherent words, perhaps of praise or pleas. You felt him each time he moved, clenching around him intermittently. It didn’t take long until Yoongi was gritting his teeth in an effort for you to finish before him. With your breathing escalating suddenly, you noticed that you were gripping his arms but you removed them as you realised that with each thrust, you were being pushed towards the headboard. Bracing yourself, you were in a position where you were totally and completely open beneath him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he managed through gritted teeth. But before you could reply, the door swung open. By instinct, you immediately attempted to shut your thighs, hands flying to cover your chest. Yoongi laughed, knowing exactly who it was without turning around. Covering yourself was futile since both of your bottom halves faced the door. Jungkook towering figure came closer as soon as he shut the door with his foot. He was dressed in a black suit and was quickly shedding it. There was a mischievous glint in his eye, alight with fervour. You let out a shaky laugh, not caring as Yoongi balked into you since you clenched around him with each breath. It was his bedroom after all.
“Sorry I’m late,” he murmured, eyeing you and Yoongi together. He was already busy gaining momentum, thrusting into you. Gasping, your eyes blink rapidly focusing on Yoongi. You felt even more aroused now that you had an audience. Jungkook sat on the bed, watching you. He reached forward, his knuckle grazing your cheek as your eyes fluttered shut. You clenched around Yoongi.
“Fuck!” He protested through gritted teeth, no doubt struggling with how tightly you were around him. Jungkook finally shed the rest of his clothes, kneeling on the bed, he guided his cock to your mouth wasting no time. Eager to please, your mouth closed over him. Yoongi raised himself up and you felt his hands grip your hips to control the pace. Your hands found purchase on Jungkook’s hips in the meantime to keep yourself from choking. He gently arranged your hair, sweeping it all in his hands. He stroked your cheek, down to your neck then back up again. You shivered, barely able to register anything as you felt Yoongi’s hands roam your body, squeezing your tits firmly.
Then, Jungkook grasped your hair and his cock slipped from your mouth, making a lewd pop sound, causing you to moan at its absence. He forced you to look at him, his jaw set as your body got jostled from Yoongi’s thrusts. Yoongi’s fingers found your clit and your head snapped to meet his grin. You heard Jungkook sigh as he sat to make himself more comfortable, knowing that you couldn’t divide your attention as well, like this. Cross with yourself, you reached to the side, palming his length, he threw his head back, enjoying what little attention you could give. You were moaning far too loudly and as Yoongi began to increase the pace, your eyes fluttered close and you felt the familiar shoots of pleasure course through your body. You weren’t sure why that set you off. Maybe it was because Yoongi was rougher with his thrusts in combination with thumb on your clit, or the fact that Jungkook couldn’t care less as despite your grip loosening on his cock. The groans that escaped his lips were beyond redeemable and as Yoongi moaned, you came with abandon.
“Yoongi!” You cried out, feeling a rush of warmth course through your body.
Everything stopped, including your breathing as you reached your peak. Your entire body stiffened but still shook as Yoongi pumped himself inside of you, he groaned as your hips stuttered against his, toes curling tightly. Jungkook came without much hesitation, spurting his thick cum against his stomach. In that moment, you let him go, arms busily circling around Yoongi's neck. You kissed him with everything that you had left inside of you. Your cries were too loud to muffle. He kept thrusting into you, each snap of his hips sending electricity along your body. As you rode the last waves, you whimpered as Yoongi slipped out of you, the condom filled with his cum. Both of you stared at the mess you made, in awe as your pussy throbbed ceaselessly. Yoongi chuckled, peppering your face with kisses, stopping to nibble on your bottom lip. With your heartbeat loud in your ears, you settled back on the bed as Yoongi rolled over to rest on your side.
“Spread your legs.”
Jungkook’s voice came from next to you. Yoongi was still panting but he leaned in to kiss your temple. Jungkook towered above you and settled between your thighs. You did realise that he already rolled the condom on and without much warning, his cock found its way into your sopping pussy. You moaned at how full you felt, legs spreading and your swollen clit overwhelmingly sensitive.
“Jungkook, I’m so fucking wet, it’s getting on the bed,” You whined, embarrassed that the pool of your cum was staining his freshly laundered sheets. Jungkook chuckled, unable to fathom as to why that was at the top of your priority in this moment. He admired your body as you regained your breath. You felt his hands slide up and down your legs, eventually prising them open. He pulled out all of the sudden, replacing his cock with his fingers, coating them with your essence. The smell of sex was undeniable. The intrusion of his long fingers made you squirm and the attention made your face fill with heat. Slowly, Jungkook pushed himself inside again. Yoongi leaned over to whisper in your ear, “I love watching you like this.” You moaned at his confession.
Jungkook was bigger and heavier than Yoongi, and as he leaned into you, you really felt him. With hardly any time to recover from Yoongi, you were shaking from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. The angle meant that you were pinned to the bed, your legs quivering with anticipation. Mesmerised, Jungkook watched as his cock disappeared into your pussy, coated him with your slick. He was moving far too slowly for your liking. Not wanting to submit wholeheartedly, you clenched around him, causing his head to snap up. Yoongi propped himself up, enjoying himself as he leaned his head onto his hand, his wandering fingers pinching your nipples to the point of pain. Wincing, you gasp as Jungkook slowed his pace, no doubt to punish you from daring to take things into your control.
The sound of skin slapping skin was lewd and Yoongi was hard again. You stroked him firmly, ensuring that you spread the pre-cum that was leaking out all along his length. He let go of your breasts and busied himself by pushing Jungkook away from you, marking your neck. Jungkook grunted, retaliating by grabbing your hips to lift them. With the bottom half of your body in the air you yelp. Yoongi’s lips found yours as you felt Jungkook in his entirety. It was dizzying. In that angle, it was as if you weighed like nothing. It was Jungkook who was putting in the work, taking charge of your body - something that he thoroughly enjoyed.
Suddenly, a pillow was being propped against your lower back, and your body slowly lowered. You didn’t care how he took you, you just needed to satisfy that need to orgasm desperately. Yoongi smirked in the kiss as your hand momentarily stopped stroking him. It was because Jungkook had taken to slamming into you slowly but firmly. As his cock stretched your walls, you cried out in frustration at the achingly slow pace. Your clit was singing for attention, swollen and abused from every possible simulation that occurred.
“J-Jungkook, please,” You whine, pulling away from Yoongi to grind your hips in desperation since he was being stubborn. But Yoongi gripped your chin to return him back to you, his lips greedy for more, making your walls clench intermittently. Catching a glimpse of Jungkook, his jaw jutted out, his lips were slick from licking them too often, he had a determined look in his eye that caused you to shudder as his hands roamed your body.
Each time Jungkook thrusted into you, you moaned into Yoongi’s mouth, dizzy with pleasure. Suddenly, you felt Yoongi’s hand enclose your neck, applying pressure firmly. Pulling away, he had a sort of drunken grin, as if to taunt you. In one swift move, Yoongi kept your wrists pinned and pressed above your head. You whined in protest since you were prevented from giving him another high. But you didn’t have time to challenge him as he removed his hand on your neck only to flick his fingers on your clit. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your back arched from the pillow as Jungkook’s grunts became more frequent. With your eyes tightly shut, you could only focus on every sensation that reigned assault on your body. With your clit finally getting the attention that it needed, you felt a gush of wetness come from your cunt as your moans turned into desperate pleas.
“Oh f-fuck, hngh!” You groaned, legs opening wider as Yoongi continued his ministrations. You were so wet that the lewd sounds were competing with your cries. Gripping your hips, you felt your body jut upwards, causing Jungkook’s cock to hit you just at the right spot. And as Yoongi flicked your clit, your cries were rendered to silence as you came, gasping as both he and Jungkook fucked you into your second orgasm.
“Ah, shit, fuck,” Jungkook groaned as you clenched around him, his grip on your hips was like a vice as he felt you pushing him out. Your pussy was overflowing with cum by the time your body settled from your high and all you could hear was your heartbeat. With both men lying next to you, you suddenly remembered Yoongi who was just at your mercy a while ago. Spurred by newfound energy, you sat up from your position, crawled over Jungkook, who’s big eyes were startled at how you were already ready.
“It’s okay, I can ah-“ His head fell back onto the bed as your lips enclosed over the head of his cock. You knew that it didn’t take much for him to come and as you cupped him. He came with abandon, his groan so deep that it caused your cunt to throb at the thought of being the one responsible. You felt his cum hit your throat, in thick warm spurts, spilling from you lips. You kissed the swollen head gently, enjoying how he squirmed from the sensitivity. Jungkook watched from the side, giving your ass a light squeeze. As you all caught your breath, you heard both their phones ring. You smiled, knowing that your working day was over, settling onto the bed as both of them scrambled to answer.
Yoongi lifted his phone to his ear only when his breathing was somewhat normal. He looked at you, tucking your hair behind your ear as you tried to be quiet.
Meanwhile, Jungkook was still trying to catch his breath and answered as left the room, announcing that he had just come back from a run. You scoff, it was 10PM in the evening. Yoongi chuckled, momentarily distracted from the call.
-
It’s quiet around you. The bed was empty, the sides where they slept on was cold. Slightly disoriented, you blinked as you remembered where you were. Jungkook’s bedroom. The display cabinet seemed more organised, the elaborate light fixture above your head was off. You winced as you moved, your muscles stiff from all the activity. Morning light filtered through the dark linen curtains. Then the door opened, and Jungkook walked in, dressed in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. Despite the dimness, his tattoo were stark. He looked good, his eyes were bright and well-rested. The bed dipped as he joined you, cradling your face in his hands as you sat up, still bleary eyed. He looked at you, threading his fingers in your hair, brushing the ones that were unruly from sleep.
“Come and have breakfast before we all go,” He murmured, it was such a soft tone, barely above a whisper. It was expectant. You say nothing, your chest restricting from his suggestion. You didn’t do breakfast.
“We cooked it, well, it was mostly Yoongi, but I plated them.”
Jungkook cupped your cheeks, thumb grazing just beneath your eyes. Then, Yoongi appeared in the door way, dressed casually in all black. He looked well-rested. Handsome. And something else. Content. He crossed his arms, leaning into the doorway as he watched Jungkook try to convince you. You looked at him, he stayed silent, letting Jungkook talk.
“It’s just breakfast,” He smiled, searching your eyes. You realised you were holding your breath. There was an urge that overcame you, and you wanted so desperately to fight against it. It bloomed in your chest again, spreading to your extremities. It made you warm all over. Your stomach flipped. It’s just breakfast. There was nothing wrong with breakfast, objectively. But in all the time you’ve spent together, with Yoongi or with Jungkook, or collectively as a three, you had never gone beyond sleeping over.
Yet you remembered the time they installed a mirror that lit up in Yoongi’s master closet. How you pushed the nagging thought of them possibly toeing the line far from your consciousness. It was just a mirror. It was functional. That’s what you told yourself when you went back to your place, surrounded by the quiet. Painfully aware of their absence. Then you remembered how Jungkook continued to bring you coffee at work, sometimes in person. Smiling brightly as he set it down on the coaster next to your monitor. You told yourself that it was to help you wake up. Coffee was a stimulant and you needed it to tide you over the working day. As simple as that. Then you remembered Yoongi’s words as Jungkook slept in the same bed for the first time.
Would you want him to be part of this? You said you didn’t mind. But it dawned on you - what was Yoongi referring to? What was this?
You had always let them do what they they liked because they never asked you for anything in return. You did the same. You were there when they wanted you and left when it was time. Waking up in each other’s arms was not new, but the prospect of breakfast was. It was like they were asking you something else. You all knew that it wasn’t just breakfast for the three of you. It was a tentative question. Something that lingered overhead, culminating in the very room you sat in, wearing Yoongi’s shirt and Jungkook’s shorts.
Could we be more?
You exhaled shakily, noting that Jungkook was still looking at you. Yoongi opened his mouth to intervene but you got there first.
“Okay.”
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Metanoia (6/8)
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#anon special request (arranged marriage AU)
metanoia - (n.) the journey of changing one’s heart, mind, self, or way of life
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part five / part seven
“You look like hell,” Kaito greeted you, not so much as startling when you appeared in the hotel room. He was bent over the desk in the corner, scratching away with his pen, but you couldn’t see the notes he was making.
“You’re such a flatterer,” you replied dryly, but glimpsed yourself in the mirror mounted to the opposite wall. Hashirama had been right to be alarmed at least – your clothes were charred in various places, slashes in the fabric in others, and streaked with dirt everywhere else. Mud and blood were caked in fair amounts to your skin and hair, and you grimaced at the sore lip Hashirama had skimmed over when he was healing the worst of the injuries you’d gotten from Madara.
“The spar went well, I’m guessing?” Kaito asked wryly, looking up at you again as you crossed the room for your clothes pack.
You flashed the inventor a grin that was all teeth. “You should see the other guy.”
Kaito shuddered and shook his head. “You are scary for a Senju, (Y/N).”
You laughed as you pulled out a change of clothes from your bag. “That’s the kindest thing you’ve ever said to me, Kaito.”
He waved you off, mumbling something under his breath about ninja, and you smiled to yourself as you shut the door to the bathroom.
It was a simple task to start the water in the shower and undress, but you leaned over the bathroom counter, observing your face in the mirror. Madara had landed a blow to your mouth when you’d been rushing him, and the swelling didn’t look like it was going to go down for a while unless it was healed. Gently, you touched the tips of your fingers to your busted lip and prodded the chakra in your body to mend.
The swelling went down but the ache remained, though you considered it a win and retreated to the shower. You’d never been adept at medical ninjutsu like Hashirama, his skill at the healing arts unmatched by any other nin you’d come across in your years of traveling, but you had attempted to learn at the least. Your field repairs worked well enough to have saved your life in the past, like when Tobirama hadn’t been able to find your body for hours after a long-past battle had ended, but you’d never been able to grasp the delicateness the art took to work the same wonders that the Shodai did.
You stepped beneath the shower’s spray as your thoughts circled around to Tobirama.
Looking at him hurt. Talking to him had felt like your heart was bleeding all over again. You hadn’t been able to bring yourself to even look at his hands, to see if his wife had requested that he wear a wedding band to show their marriage. Kami – you had kept yourself so far away from the politics of the Fire Country because you hadn’t wanted to hear about Tobirama’s marriage to the Daimyo’s niece. The habit had stuck and you’d slunk around the continent for the better part of three years avoiding any and all whispers of the village, only listening in on a conversation long enough to deem the village as safe for the time being and then move on.
You’d thought of him almost every day, and more often when you’d wrote in your traveling journals, documenting all that you saw and heard. You’d even had him in mind when the Fire Masters of the East had let you copy their katas and transcribe their oral stories, most likely the only existing record of their history now sealed away in one of your traveling scrolls. You had full intention of eventually sharing those notes with Tobirama, your love for history and research matched with his own. Taunting him earlier had been more out of self-satisfaction, though you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it as you remembered the heartbreak he’d caused you that had been dogging after you for years – still dogged after you, all these years later.
The dirt swirled and eddied around your feet as it washed down the drain, and you gradually picked up a soap bottle and began to clean yourself.
You shouldn’t have agreed to the dinner, that much you knew as you shut your eyes under the jet of water.
“You’re sure you don’t want to come?” you asked again, nudging Kaito with your foot again.
He smacked at your leg, disgruntled. “I have blueprints to finish and notes to make – besides, I don’t think I could stand to see you and Tobirama-sama in the same room again and not yell at you.”
“Yell at me?” you questioned, giving the back of Kaito’s head a baffled look. “Why me?”
“For being so stupid,” Kaito snapped, waving his pen at you.
You rolled your eyes but formed the shun-shin sign. “I’ll see you later then.”
Kaito merely grunted, bent over his work and you disappeared.
Hashirama’s home was – wisely – warded against anyone just appearing inside of it, so you materialized just beyond the porch, breathing deeply.
The evening air was thick with the summer’s heat, a familiar and welcome weight in your chest as the scent of sakura flowers drifted from the central garden Hashirama kept in the spirit of their mother. The compound was the same as you remembered it, but your gaze caught on a certain symbol carved into the entry doors of the Hokage’s home – a red and white uchiwa fan.
“Madara won’t admit it, but they’ve been waiting for you to come home before they got married.”
You startled, having not noticed Tobirama’s presence until he was already standing near you. A glance behind him and you saw the Hiraishin seal branded into the wood banister of the steps onto the porch.
Your curiosity beat out your anger, and you spoke before realizing it. “They’re going to be married?”
Tobirama’s eye twitched, as if he hadn’t expected you to answer him, but he nodded. “They began officially courting shortly after Izuna’s wedding.”
“You finally noticed?” Madara leered from the entry into the compound, grinning like a feral cat having found its next meal. “I’m surprised it took you this long when you grew up with us, (Y/N).”
You scowled at Madara but left Tobirama’s side to hug the older man. “You’re an ass,” you said into his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you in turn, chuckling.
“Surprises aplenty, (Y/N),” Madara replied, beguiled. “Come inside before Hashirama traumatizes poor Izuna and Akane with his dinner preparations.”
“Akane?” you questioned.
“Izuna’s wife,” Madara supplied, keeping his arm around your shoulders as he guided you further into the compound. “You’ll find you like her very much.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure any woman who decided to brave the Uchiha Clan and marry that idiot is a woman worthy of my respect.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Izuna’s voice answered as you rounded the corner of the compound into the main living space. “Because if you didn’t like my wife, I would have even more reasons to be cross with you.”
You grinned at the younger Uchiha brother as you all but leapt from Madara’s embrace into Izuna’s outstretched arms. Your laughter joined his as he staggered back, arms wrapped around your waist.
“I have missed you so much,” Izuna said as he set you down. “You have no idea how troublesome those three are without you here to keep them out of trouble.”
You laughed, “I’m sure you were quite able to manage their antics on your own.”
“Hardly!” Izuna exclaimed. “Tell me you’re returning for long enough to at least grant me some reprieve!” You gave him a smaller smile, swallowing the truth that you were leaving as soon as Kaito was granted the position as Konoha’s weapons’ master, and patted Izuna on the shoulder.  
“(Y/N) has finally figured it out that we’re to be engaged, Hashirama,” Madara called out to the Shodai, passing you by and flicking both you and Izuna upside the head. You both scowled at the patriarch, and then laughed again as Hashirama poked his head out from an adjoining room.
“Really?” Hashirama grinned, looking toward you. “Being away for so long must have taken your edge off, (Y/N),” he teased you.
You stuck your tongue out at the Shodai and he disappeared with a laugh.
“Come meet my wife,” Izuna smiled widely, tugging on your hand. You complied, following him into the room Hashirama had been in, Madara and Tobirama trailing behind.
Hashirama, it seemed, had been setting up the table for dinner.
Tempura, soup, sushi, and yakitori took up most of the table space, pitchers of water and sake spaced out between the plates. It was a feast meant for a dozen people and set up for six.
A young woman stood up straight from setting down a bowl of miso soup beside each of the places at the table. She was stunning, glossy black hair falling in a half-up, half-down hairstyle down her back. Her blue eyes were emboldened by the periwinkle kimono she wore, her hands slender and unscathed. She was a true beauty, untouched by the world of the shinobi beyond her husband.
Husband – Izuna. Izuna had married this woman, and by the way he was looking at her, and she at him, you could tell the marriage had been made for love.
“(Y/N), this is Akane,” Izuna introduced you, gesturing toward his wife. “She is my heart.”
You felt a jaded part of you melt as the woman grasped your hand and then threw her arms around you. She smelled of roses and of Izuna, and when she pulled away from you, she was practically glowing.
“I am so happy to finally meet you,” Akane said, still holding your hand. “Izuna and Madara speak so much about you that I feel like I’m welcoming an old friend home.”
“I,” you grasped for words. Izuna had married this woman. “I hope they didn’t tell you any embarrassing stories.”
Hashirama flashed you a thin smile of sympathy at your awkwardness and you heard a soft chuckle from behind – Tobirama’s, you weren’t mistaken – and Akane laughed.
“No, not all. I have heard a few about the pranks you played on Izuna though,” Akane gave you a conspirator’s smile, and you decided there and then that you liked this woman very much.
“Oh?” you asked. “Did he tell you the story about the fish in the river?”
“No (Y/N)! Not that one!” Izuna interjected and you laughed as he dragged his wife away from you, shooting you a look over his shoulder. Akane was laughing, holding her husband’s arm. She was neither stupid nor blind, it seemed.
“It’s a very funny story, Izuna,” Madara crooned as he took his place beside you at the table. Hashirama perched on your left side, smiling as he poured himself a cup of water. “Surely you’d want to entertain your wife?”
“Yes Izuna!” Akane joined in as Tobirama sat beside her and diagonal from you. “What happened in the river?”
“I would rather hear about (Y/N)’s adventures than her pranks against me,” Izuna declared, giving you a pointed look. “How does that scar treat you, anyhow?”
You faltered at the mention of the scar and Tobirama’s eyes flicked to your weaker left side.
“It’s a bother,” you admitted, not looking at Tobirama, “but I manage.” Izuna frowned and Akane gave you a quizzical look. “The village was attacked a few months after its organization,” you explained, ignoring Hashirama and Madara’s suddenly ire-doused chakras on either side of you. “Izuna and I were the only powers in the village able to defend it against an attack since Hashirama, Madara and Tobirama were in the Daimyo’s company trying to ask him for more funds.”
Akane frowned, looking between both sets of brothers and then back at you.
“One of the groups of attacking nin overwhelmed me and Izuna saved me from a killing blow, but their katana still went straight through me,” you continued, lightly tapping your left side. “Tobirama had felt the disturbance in the chakra balance since he’d set up wards all around the village – which was just an encampment at the time – and his Hiraishin seal brought him home before the rouges could completely destroy our fledgling village.”
Akane’s eyes were wide. “Incredible,” she said. “How did you survive the wound though?”
You did not look at Tobirama. “Tobirama took me to Hashirama – there’s a seal branded on Hashirama’s armor so Tobirama can always find him in battle. Hashirama healed me before I could bleed out, but because I tried to do it myself first, I complicated things and now it’s sore from time to time.”
“Impatient brat,” Madara clucked, but nudged you in the side with a look of fondness. “If you’d waited a few moments longer, you wouldn’t have such an ugly mark on your side now.”
You rolled your eyes, “A few moments longer and all Tobirama would’ve found of me would’ve been a corpse.”
Tobirama coughed, and your gaze flicked to his paled face before Hashirama cleared his throat.
“Enough about that attack,” he said. “I’ve been cooking all afternoon – you all better eat this food.”
You smiled at the Shodai and began to fill your plate with sushi and yakitori, snapping your chopsticks at Madara when he purposefully tried to grab a salmon roll from you. Chatter continued over the table, casual conversation about the village and some affairs that Hashirama had to settle in the business sect, but eventually you caught Izuna staring with such affection at Akane that you were asking:
“Izuna, Akane – how did you two meet?”
Izuna’s brow furrowed and Akane gave you a small but bewildered smile. Hashirama cleared his throat as Tobirama’s eyes leapt to your face, something in his expression snagging your attention, but Madara merely reached for a cup of sake.
“My uncle desired a way to control Hashirama through means of blood ties,” Akane said, head tilting slightly. “I thought you already knew this, (Y/N).”
You gaze the other woman a confused look. “I’m afraid I don’t.”
Madara’s grin was in your peripheral.
“My uncle is the Daimyo – he originally betrothed me to Tobirama,” Akane explained, giving the stone faced Senju a quick smile, “but when I met Izuna after my first day in the village, he decided a hand in the Uchiha’s affairs might be better for the long run. I don’t care for politics and I love Izuna more than my uncle’s ministrations, so I report all his curiosities and requests to Tobirama.”
The world felt like it had been pulled out from beneath you.
I am to marry the Daimyo’s niece.
My uncle is the Daimyo.
We may have some surprises for you here.
Utter silence. Not a single person spoke at the table.
A rage like no other settled in your gut as bile licked up your throat and you looked at Madara beside you. And then across the table at Tobirama.
And then you shunshined.
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Harry taking care of you when you’re ill
A/n: thought I would write a quick little drabble, because I have a cold and I wish H was here to take care of me! Not proofread, pls don’t copy my work, notes would be much appreciated 🤍
Warnings: just some fluffy fluff
You woke up feeling absolutely terrible, you had a runny nose and sore throat, your sinuses were killing you and to top it all of the other side of the bed was cold because Harry was long gone, having to get up at the crack of dawn to get to the studio.
You didn’t want to move out of your spot, but you really needed to pee and decided you really didn’t want to wet the bed. Moving through to the bathroom you caught yourself in the mirror, your eyes were puffy, nose a bright shade of red, you face a little pale. You groaned you always hated getting colds, having to breathe out of your mouth because your nose was blocked, and food never really tasted the same at times like this.
After peeing, and blowing your nose and brushing your teeth, you decide to take a quick shower to slight soothe your now aching muscles, once you finished you put in a pair of Harry sweats and a jumper of his, drying the hair the best you could with the towel then plopping down on the bed once again. You really wanted a hug from him right now, but the smell of his cologne and the comfort of cuddling his pillow would have to do until he got back.
A little while later you receive a message from him
H ♥️: ‘Hey baby, how are you on this fine day? X
Y/n: I’m okay, I have a cold so I think I’m going to stay in bed all day, how’s the album coming along? X
H ♥️: are you sure your okay, I can leave early if you want me to, don’t want you suffering alone all day. X
Y/n: no honestly bub it’s okay, I’m sure I’ll be able to survive a few more hours without you. X
You smile because you knew he would literally drop everything to come home and take care of you, even if it was just a little cold.
H ♥️: okay, make sure you eat and get plenty of fluids down you, there’s some medicine in the cupboard aswell, I’ll be back before you know it, and to answer you last question the albums coming on great, can’t wait to show you it, I love you baby! X
Harry was a bit concerned for his girl, he knew that you would be fine, but he didn’t like the thought of you being by yourself all day, he knew he would have to try to push it to the back of his head, cause otherwise he would get absolutely no work done.
Y/n: Well I for one can’t wait to hear it, and yes I will make sure I eat and drink lots, I love you too H. X
After your conversation you decided to go and get some toast feeling like that was the only thing you could handle right now and some fresh orange juice, you go back up stairs after grabbing a couple of bottles of water, switching on a Netflix series trying to get comfortable.
This is how you spent most of the day, the more time that passed the more you missed Harry, you had been going hot and cold at various points, you swear you had sneezed about 10 time last in the past half hour, and you even started to feel a bit nauseous even after doing what Harry said. You took some medicine a couple of hours ago but that didn’t really do anything and you couldn’t have any more for a while, the tissue box on your bedside table always slowly dwindling down, you were starting to get frustrated now, all you wanted was to be comfy for more than 5 minutes, but your body wasn’t having any of it.
When Harry crept through the door, thinking you might have fallen asleep he was hugely mistaken, you had the duvet cocooned around yourself so only your face was visible, your lips in a big pout and your little red nose ‘oh baby’ he said making you spin your head round only noticing he was stood in the door with a bag in his hands only after he said those words, you sighed in relief fishing your hands from the duvet and then making grabby hands for him.
He gladly made his way over to you, putting the bag down along the way, he unwrapped the duvet a bit so he could properly hug you ‘I missed you today bub’, you sniffled out.
‘I missed you too baby, let me check your temperature and make sure you don’t have a fever yeah’ he quickly went to the bathroom to get the thermometer before returning to you, turning it on and placing it in your mouth.
‘Keep still for a minute angel’ he gently stroked your cheek, noticed they your face was a bit paler than usual.
Once the thermometer beeped he checked it ‘not looking bad baby, you don’t have a fever at least’ he smiles at you ‘oh I nearly forgot’, he reached down towards the bag before spilling the contents onto the bed, there was vapour rub, your favourite movie, some soup and snacks that your mum used to get you if you were ill when you were little, some more medicine and a box of tissues.
You smile a wide smile, your dimples nearly popping ‘Thankyou soo much bub, your the bestest’.
‘That’s okay angel, anything for my girl’
He leans down, his eyes on your lips, in which you abruptly stop him ‘I don’t want you to get sick too’
‘Well baby, I’ve taken the next few days off to take care of you, but if I have to get sick in order to kiss you then we will just have to have a cold together’
He says not even giving you chance to respond as he kisses your lips, you kiss back with all the energy you have at this point, truly grateful for your loving boyfriend.
After a while you two pull away, ‘you know you would have made and excellent doctor’ she states out of the blue.
‘You think baby, in fact I think Doctor Styles has a nice ring to it don’t you think’ he smiles down making you chuckle.
After a while both you and Harry were settled down in bed in your pyjamas, he warmed up the soup and made you some tea, and you surprisingly didn’t feel nauseous after eating it, he then took the task of putting vapour rub on your chest even though you told him you could do it yourself, but he insisted. You felt a lot better, and it made Harry happy seeing a smile on your face. You were watching your favourite movie as you were laid on Harry’s warm chest, the duvet wrapped round both your bodies, you finally felt comfortable for the first time today and not in need to shuffle around or constantly grab a tissue.
Harry could see that you were trying to fight the sleep trying to take over your body ‘go to sleep baby, I’ve got you’ you instantly complied, closing your eyes, wrapping your arms tighter around him, his hands soothingly rubbing up and down your back.
‘I love you bub’ you say on the brink of sleep
I love you to the moon and back angel’
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