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squidsawayfromhome · 1 year

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mingyu x reader

fluff, food mentions, pet sitter!reader, dutiful son!gyu, g/n reader, sfw

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You were pet sitting this older cat for the weekend, watching movies, cleaning up after and feeding the senior cat. You got a text from the owner, a kind middle aged woman, asking if you wanted her to order you some food. You replied with a thank you and that you had not eaten yet, but you had brought a frozen dinner you would heat up shortly. She replied that her son would drop off a sandwich for you soon, that he was on his way.

You got a bit flustered and self aware at the idea of being seen by someone in your current state. You were dressed in the comfiest clothes you had, they weren't completely unfashionable cozy, but you were covered in cat hair. You resigned yourself to your appearance, deciding this man was no one you needed to impress. You replied to the kind older lady with a thank you and a sweating smiling emoji, to which she replied with a winking emoticon and a your welcome, which was a little unsettling. You wondered what she meant and resumed the movie you were watching.

The movie had ended and you were sleepily scrolling through social media when you heard the door unlock. You jolted up and stood as you heard him rustling in the doorway. “Hello?” You questioned hesitantly as you made your way to meet him. The man was bent down taking his shoes off when he came into view. You wondered if he hadn't heard you. “Hi?” You tried again, and he was visibly startled and shouted in response.

“Who are you?” He demanded as he brought his hand to his chest to quell his shock. He had medium length black hair, falling in waves perfectly framing his face, and these warm brown eyes that made your heart skip a beat.

“Pet sitter.. Your mom didn't tell you?” You laughed, and you noticed he was quite tall, though he was still in the entryway which was a step down from the main house. And he was handsome, ridiculously attractive to where you felt the need to hide. You began to turn and walk into the house before he started his response, “Maybe she did, I kind of zone out when she calls me. All I heard was that she needed food at her house.” He picked up handfuls of bags and followed you into the open layout living/dining room and kitchen.

“W-what's all that?” You blushed in embarrassment at your stutter as he started unloading ingredients onto the counter.

“I was going to cook for my mom, but I can cook for you, too.” He states matter of factly as he removes his sweatshirt in that effortless way where his shirt underneath is pulled up and reveals his abs for a split second that would have your nose shooting out blood if you were in an anime.

Instead you just stared at him with wide eyes, and you only looked away because the cat, the reason you were there, was at your feet meowing at you and rubbing against you, asking for attention. You missed how Mingyu smiled at you and dropped a vegetable on the floor, quickly picking it up and putting it in the sink before you noticed.

You knelt and pet the kitty as you came to your senses a bit. “I’m y/n, by the way.” You focused on the cat purring and moving around you instead of him, and it kept you from overthinking.

“I’m Mingyu. l see she likes you a lot, she always attacks my hand if I pet her for more than five seconds.” He scoffs and continues to move about the kitchen, wondering more about you, curiosity growing.

And that's when he dropped a cutting board on his foot and shouted in pain. You got up and ran over to him asking if he was okay as he exclaimed he was fine and quickly got up and washed it off.

“At least it was the board instead of the knife..” you made an attempt to cheer him up, while his face simply burned. “Could I help? I’d hate to sit on my phone while you work.” Suddenly he wasn't as intimidating, and it was kind of cute how he was pressing his lips into a small, nervous smile.

“Um, sure, here.” He pointed to the pantry, “Could you wash the rice? The bag and the cooker are both in there.” He was drying the veggies and prepping to cut them, and you nodded and began to work.

As you stood at the sink next to Mingyu at the kitchen island, rinsing and draining the rice in comfortable silence. You couldn't hide how impressed you were with Mingyu's smooth knifework, not to mention his arms as they moved and flexed. You became a bit mesmerized by a particular vein on his forearm when you just about let the bowl overflow. When the water was finally clear, you moved to the rice cooker by the wall, and took a breath you didn't know you had been holding in. A shiver of electric excitement shot through the nerves of your spine, and your stomach filled with static, a pleasant tingle enveloped your entire body. That's when you knew you liked Mingyu.

You ended up sitting on your phone stealing glances at Mingyu from the bar on the other side of the kitchen island while he finished cooking. Mingyu only spoke to you again when he was serving up your portion, asking how much you wanted and asking if you wanted something to drink. You set up the dining table, and you snapped a photo of your meal to send to his mom before you started, when he suddenly smiled and posed, and your heart melted in a big way. You moved to get your two plates and him in the photo and sent it to her, to which she immediately hearted the photo and sent another wink emoticon and a “you're welcome” in response, which makes you think she may be trying to set you up with him, which made your face heat up quickly, which made you feel a bit nervous to eat. Mingyu was quick to pick up on your body language and asked, “What did she say?” You bit your lower lip and shook your head, and stifled a nervous laugh, “I think your mom is trying to set us up.” There, you said it.

“Ah, I see.” He responded vaguely. He held his utensil in his hand and blinked in deep thought for a moment while you poked at your food anxiously.

“Hey, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, I can tell her to stop if that would help. And I'll leave as soon as I clean up.” He said slowly and confidently, fronting for how nervous he actually was around you. You were effortlessly attractive, and he liked how comfortable it was to be in the kitchen with you. He had a million questions on the tip of his tongue, his lips parted to ask the most burning one, when you spoke first.

“It's not you, I actually think we would be good friends, and it's not like there's anyone I'm seeing right now, so…” You blabbered and mumbled out a few shocking things all at once. Mingyu felt a wave of something come over him as he shifted into the friendzone, in his mind it was both a relief and a disappointment. But as he continued to process, uncertainty came back tenfold as he realized you also said that you were single, so what did that mean? Where did that leave you?

“So there's hope yet.” He said under his breath with a small smile to himself. But you were just across the table and made out what he said, and your eyes widened with both embarrassment in the fact that you plugged you are single and the fact that he expressed interest. He looked up and noticed that you heard him and the gears turned in his brain, looking for the right words.

You both started to speak at the same time, and stuttered, and stopped.

“Y-you first!” he urged you, with reddened ears.

“I mean, you're like.. way out of my league-” you were cut off.

“I'm not.” He stated firmly and looked at you, emboldened and attentive, hanging on to your every word like a puppy. “I'm not.” he repeated with a smile.

You struggled with your coming words, fighting for your life not to get your hopes up, “I mean, if you say so, but.. Are you saying you're not against it?” You looked at him with your brow furrowed, prepared for the worst.

He shook his head with a light lipped smile, suddenly very cute, in contrast to the cool vibe he was giving off when he was in his element cooking, or the goofy side when he dropped the cutting board. You let out a small giggle and relaxed a bit. You wondered what would come of this, and how many more sides does he have? You wanted to know them all.

“Would you mind if I stayed for a bit longer after I cleaned up the kitchen?” he asked politely, offering himself up, ball in your court.

“I would like that.” You smiled, and finally went back to your food. With the air cleared, your appetite was restored. Mingyu looked very pleased to see you enjoy his cooking. He wondered what was in store for his future with you. He was sure he could make you happy, if you let him, and that you could be his happiness as well. He was giddy at the idea.

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papillon-mechant · 3 years

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a private conversation| stepdad!d.m. x dbf! r.w. x crybaby!reader

word count: 2307

summary: y/n overhears a conversation between her step father and his best friend

Warnings: poly!dron, smut, degrading, stepcest, age gap, spanking, clit slapping, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, choking, dp, double creampie

a/n: this is for @angel4you ‘s writing contest, i really loved writing this one. it’s absolutely filthy. as always all characters are over the age of 18 and all acts are consensual.

When you’re woken up by the sound of laughter, the clock next to your bed reads 1 a.m. and you are more than ready to hex whoever it is that woke you up. Dressing yourself in an oversized t-shirt and shorts you make your way down the stairs. When you reach the middle of the stairs, the voices become more clear and you realize the reason you were woken up was because your step father had decided to bring his best friend over at this ungodly hour. You decide to wait before you walk down the rest of the way, listening in on their conversation instead.

“Mate I’m telling you, she does it on purpose.” The voice you recognize as Ron Weasley says, you hear your father hum in agreement.

“I know she does, one of these days I’m gonna give her exactly what she wants.” Ron laughs. Their conversation wasn’t very entertaining to you so you decide to walk back up to your room, too tired to deal with the two men at this hour.

“Well when you do make sure you let me join, I’ve been dying to get a piece of her since you married her mum.” That sentence makes you freeze in your place. They were talking about you. You decide to eavesdrop for a little longer, walking back down the steps, but you’re stopped again when you hear the floor creak under you.

“Shit.” You whisper, turning to run back to your room in hopes of getting away before they notice you’ve been listening. No such luck.

“Y/n?” Draco calls, “Is that you doll?” There was no going back now. You slowly make your way to the bottom of the stairs, standing stiff in front of the two men in front of you.

“M’ sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” You cry, avoiding eye contact with both men. You hear shuffling before feeling the presence of someone very close to you, lifting your head and coming face to face with your step father. His icy grey eyes are soft and filled with love as he looks down at you, placing a hand under your chin.

“S’okay doll, did we wake you?” He asks, wiping the tears from your cheeks and earning a small nod from you.

“Aw I’m sorry baby, daddy didn’t mean to wake you.” You shiver at the name, a movement that doesn’t go unnoticed by the redhead on the couch.

“She’s shivering mate, maybe we should help warm her up.” Ron quips, a small smirk growing on his face. He gestures for you to take the empty seat in between the two, turning to face you as soon as you sit down. Draco moves to sit on the other side of you, sandwiching you between the two of them. Their scents fill the small space, a mix of cinnamon and mint filling your senses in the best way possible. Ron moves to lay a hand on your leg, making your whole body heat up.

“How long were you standing there angel?” He asks, slowly moving his hand up and down your leg, inching closer to your center each time, but never quite reaching it. You’re hesitant to answer the question, afraid of being reprimanded for listening in on their conversation. His grip on your leg suddenly tightens, causing you to gasp at the shock of pain.

“Let’s put it this way,” he leans in, lips brushing against your ear, “how much did you hear, pet?” You shiver once again, unable to give a verbal response, instead just staring up at him with wide eyes and parted lips. On your other side, Draco brushes a strand of hair behind your ear, copying his friend’s actions and leaning in to speak in your ear.

“You know,” he starts, “it’s rude to listen in on someone else’s private conversation.” Suddenly, he laces his fingers through your hair, yanking your head back roughly. You cry out, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I think maybe you need to be punished, what do you think Ron?” He asks, cocking his head to the side with an amused grin on his face. Ron stands from his seat, kneeling in front of you between your legs on the floor.

“I was thinking the same thing Draco.” He turns to you, wiping the tears from your cheeks, “Is that what you want, you want us to punish you?” You sit in silence for a second, thinking about the situation that you are in. You can’t deny, you’ve always been attracted to the two men, always wondering what it would be like to be used by them. The thought made your cunt slick with arousal, causing you to clench your legs together in hopes of relieving the fire between your legs. Ron takes notice of this, smirking up at Draco.

“We’ll take that as a yes.” Draco whispers in your ear, releasing his hold on your hair and coming around to stand in front of you next to Ron.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” He starts, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, Ron doing the same, “we’re gonna use you however we want, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl. Understand?” You nod your head, watching intently as the two men undress slowly in front of you. You rake your eyes over their bodies, practically drooling at the sight. Draco’s pale skin is covered with faded scars from an old school incident he hadn’t fully told you about, and Ron’s littered with small freckles and moles. Each man has a small happy trail leading down into their trousers, both with prominent bulges poking through the front. Ron stands in front of you once again, harshly gripping your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.” He growls, striking you across the cheek. You whine at his actions, tears once again welling in the corners of your eyes.

“Yes sir, I understand.” You whimper, earning a nod from the red headed male. He walks back over to Draco, the two males silently engaging in conversation, sparing small glaces your way every so often. After what seems like forever, they turn to face you again, identical smirks plastered on their faces. Draco snaps his finger, signaling for you to make your way towards them, a command to which you comply without hesitation.

“Kneel.” He commands, pushing you to your knees by your shoulders. You sink to your knees, watching the two males through hooded eyelashes, waiting for their next instruction. They both take their time, slowly unzipping their trousers, leaving them standing only in their boxers in front of you. You take the hint, wasting no time in freeing their cocks from the tight fabric of their boxers. They both stand tall and hard in front of you, red and dripping with precum, making your mouth water,

“Such a good little slut, already knows what to do.” Ron quips, enjoying the sight of you on your knees for him. Taking your time to enjoy the moment, you slowly jerk both men off, each in one hand. When you feel more confident, you move to wrap your lips around the head of Ron’s cock, sucking lightly, coaxing a low groan from the man. He places a hand on the back of your head, moving your head for you, forcing you to take all of him at once. You gag around him, trying your best to keep your hand moving on the other man next to you.

“Fuck mate, you’ve gotta feel her mouth,” Ron groans, fucking into your mouth harder, “feels like fucking heaven.” He grabs you by your hair, pulling you off his cock and placing you in front of Draco’s. You waste no time working Draco’s cock with your mouth, releasing a low moan at the taste of him on your tongue. He takes no mercy on you, fucking your mouth like a wild animal in heat.

“Such a perfect little cockslut, on her knees for her stepfather.” You whimper at his filthy words that send a shock straight to your cunt. Trying to relieve the ache between your legs, you slowly move your hips, grinding your clit against your heels. Ron notices, chuckling darkly at your desperate attempts to get yourself off.

“Look at you, getting yourself off on your heels like a bitch in heat.” Draco groans from above you. He suddenly pulls you off his cock, causing a whimper to leave your lips.

“On the couch angel.” You scramble to your feet, hopping into the couch. The two men make their way over to you, enjoying the sight of you naked and ready to be used by them. Draco lifts you onto his lap, his cock resting between your stomachs. You rut your hips against his, earning a stinging smack on your backside from Ron.

“Please,” You beg, tears falling from your eyes, “need it so bad.”

“I know pet,” Draco coos, “so fucking needy.” He teases your entrance with his cock, pushing in only the tip, and pulling back out. His actions are turning you into a moaning, sobbing mess and you’re so focused on his movements, you don’t even notice Ron behind you, opening a bottle of lube. He wraps a hand around your throat, pulling your head back to rest on his chest.

“You want us to fuck you? Wanna be torn apart by our cocks like a good little slut?” He rasps, teasing your back entrance with a single finger, causing you to jerk forward in surprise. You cry out at the unfamiliar feeling as he slowly pushes his finger past the tight hole, groaning at the feeling of her clenching around his finger.

“Please, want your cock daddy.” You cry into Draco’s shoulder, bucking your hips against his.

“Gonna fuck you so good baby, gonna fuck you dumb.” He groans, holding his cock at your entrance before harshly snapping your hips down against his.

“Fuck!” You scream, trying to adjust to the feeling of being full. His cock stretches you out, filling you to the brink as his head brushes against your cervix. Behind you, Ron adds another finger, causing you to cry out at the feeling of both holes being filled.

“More please.” You whine, pushing your body against Ron’s fingers.

“Yeah you want more? You want my cock in this tight little ass?” He chuckles darkly, earning an eager nod from you. He removes his fingers, causing you to cry out at the loss of contact, but your cries are silenced when Draco shoves his fingers in your mouth, coaxing a small gag from the back of your throat.

“Tired of hearing your whines, fucking crybaby.” He growls, shoving his fingers deeper down your throat.

“M’not a baby, daddy.” You gargle around his fingers.

“Then take it like a good girl.” Ron quips from behind you before slowly pushing his cock past your tight hole. You drop your head into Draco’s shoulder, holding back tears as you feel Ron’s cock stretch out your unused hole. Draco rubs slow circles on your clit, whispering words of praise and encouragement in your ear in an attempt to help you relax. Finally, after what seems like forever, Ron bottoms out, his cock filling you perfectly.

“Please.” You beg, moving your hips against theirs. Both men share a short glance before pulling out and slamming into you at the exact same time. You let out a pornagraphic moan, sucking harder on Draco’s fingers as the two men ruin both your holes. Their cocks move in and out of you at the same time, creating a delicious burn that courses through your veins. You brain is reduced to mush, the only words on your tongue being their names and the occasional “please”

“Look at you, taking your stepfather’s cock like a real fucking whore,” Draco groans, eyes glued to the place where your bodies connect. He lands a harsh slap on your clit, causing your hips to buck forward.

“Such a tight fucking ass, can’t get enough.” Ron adds, spanking you harshly, leaving behind red handprints. The pleasure you’re receiving is overwhelming as you feel yourself get closer to your high. You clench around both men, loving the sounds of their moans in your ear.

“Please daddy, wanna cum.” You cry, moving your hips in sync with theirs. Ron reaches around your body and begins rubbing fast circles on your clit, bringing you closer to the edge.

“Cum on our cocks you fucking slut.” He growls, landing three harsh blows on your clit and pushing you over the edge. Your mouth falls open into a silent scream, the only sound leaving you being short uneven breaths as your body tenses and then relaxes as you slump into Draco’s chest. Their movements don’t stop as they chase their own highs, causing you to shake in overstimulation. With a low groan, Draco stills his hips against yours, spilling himself inside you, Ron following soon after, painting the walls of your abused hole. You cry into Draco’s shoulder, trying not to cum a second time just from the feeling of them filling you up.

After a few moments, both men pull out, careful not to hurt you, and smile lazily as they watch their cum drip from your holes. You whine and try your best to wiggle out of his hold as Draco moves to grab some with his fingers. He brings them up to your lips and you don’t hesitate to wrap them around his fingers, moaning at the taste of them on your tongue.

“Mate, we’ve definitely gotta do this again.” Ron quips, landing one last slap on your backside before soothing it with light kisses.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

tags- (sorry im so bad at remembering to tag ppl) @pandaxnienke

#poly!dron #poly!dron smut #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy smut #ron weasley #ron weasley smut #ron weasley x reader #stepdad!draco #dbf!ron #crybaby!reader #dark.papillon #nsfw.papillon #angel cafés brunch special #tahlia’s writing challenge.

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noctumbra · 3 years

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❝scent❞

summary ─ “you’re one eager and hungry kitten,” bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly.

pairing ─ alpha!beefy!bucky barnes x tiny!omega!reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, heat/rut sex, breeding kink, marking kink, sort of marathon sex, pet names, belly bulge

a/n ─ holy shit. hope you like it skjfhsdjfhskjf please leave a comment if you do! thank you <333

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KINKTOBER DAY TWENTY-FOUR: alpha!beefy!bucky + tiny!omega!reader + heat/rut sex + breeding kink

You were humming to yourself as you fluffed the pillows you had laid on your bed; whatever you had in the apartment that was categorized as ‘soft’, you had it on the bed. Your heat was close, too close even. You could pick up the telltale signs of your pre-heat, hence the nest you had built. Your body was too warm lately, you got aroused a lot more easily than you usually did. You knew that your scent had changed, too. The looks you got while walking down the street after doing a week’s worth grocery shopping told you enough.

Only thing left to do was waiting for it to hit you.

That and, of course, waiting for Bucky, your Alpha, to come home from the mission he had to go at the last minute. He assured you that it wasn’t going to take long, but it had been four days already. Your body and soul were missing him terribly in the huge bed. The only thing that soothed you enough to get over a couple more days was hugging his pillow and wearing his clothes.

Getting off the bed, you padded towards the kitchen silently. You were still humming to yourself, a song you had heard at the grocery store, when the first of the cramps hit you out of nowhere. You gasped, putting one of your hands on the fridge, the other was placed on your stomach.

Fucking cramps.

You hated them. They were always, always, painful when Bucky wasn’t around. He knew how to soothe, rub and what you needed. He wasn’t here by your side at the moment, though. You sighed and sniffed softly, missing your husband’s, your Alpha’s, presence terribly, you sat down on the chair that was in the kitchen. He asked for you to stay at the tower specifically even though he knew that you’d be more comfortable at your own place in Brooklyn, he needed you to stay at the tower for your safety.

That meant that you had a friend to talk to.

“Hey, Jarvis?” You called out to the AI. “You there?”

“Yes, Ms. Barnes. How can I help you?” You sighed at the soothing voice of the computer. You always liked how softly Jarvis would speak.

“Is there any news on their arrival? My heat started,” you murmured, both hands now clutching at your stomach as you breathed through another cramp.

“They’re on their way back, Ms. Barnes,” Jarvis said, “ETA an hour.” You nodded, knowing that he could see you through the cameras scattered around the floor, and thanked him quietly. Waiting for the cramp to go away, you thought you could make yourself a hot chocolate until you got really desperate. You hated starting your heat without Bucky there; none of the toys you have was him, didn’t carry his scent nor as warm as him. So, you were to wait for an hour.

After what felt like a century, you got up. Your moves were slow and careful not to set off another cramp. You filled the kettle with water and turned the thing on; you needed your hot water bag so badly. Then, you pulled the ingredients for the hot chocolate: Bitter chocolate, cinnamon sticks, brown sugar, a little ginger and milk. You mixed them in silence. The sweet and heady aroma of the chocolate and cinnamon spread around the whole floor, and you hummed happily.

As the kettle went off, your hot chocolate was ready. You filled the water into its bag and the chocolate into a big cup. Adding a couple marshmallows on top, you put the rest the chocolate on top of the marshmallows. You were a chocolate monster when you were heat, and Bucky didn’t like the consumption of chocolate you went through, so you had to take your dosage before he came home.

You walked back to the bedroom; totally planning on burying yourself under the thick and soft linens and duvet, with your hot water bag under your feet and against your back, sipping your hot cocoa until your husband arrived.

What you didn’t plan on, though, was to fall asleep after you finished your cocoa, definitely buried under the duvet.

You jumped awake with the sudden pain. Your cramps were getting stronger, more painful, and Bucky still wasn’t home. You whined pitifully. Tears ready roll down, you whimpered and rubbed your face into his pillows, breathing his scent deeply.

“Jarvis?” You whined. “Where the fuck is my husband?”

“The quinjet had a problem and they had to land somewhere else, Ms. Barnes. ETA has changed from an hour to unknown,” Jarvis answered you. He sounded genuinely sorry, and not that you could blame the freaking computer for it. You whimpered again at the ‘unknown’ and sniffed.

“Thanks, J,” you murmured. You heard him mumbling something back, but you were way too lost in your head.

You wanted your husband here, your Alpha. Your body was yearning and calling out for him, and he wasn’t here to make everything okay. You needed his scent; from his skin, not his pillows. The scent on the fluffy thing was almost washed off, anyway. You needed him here to renew it, make everything okay and stop the pain. Bucky was the only one who could stop the pain, but he wasn’t here to stop it.

Mewling sadly, you sniffed and rubbed your face in his pillow once more.

You felt a cramp kick in with the sniff of his faint scent; your body was burning, sweat had gathered on your forehead long time ago, you gasped. Everything was too much: Too hot, too painful, too empty. You thought about your toys, thought about delaying, keeping yourself entertained until he came, but your body denied the thought with a stronger wave of cramp and you bowed forward, gasping one more time.

You hadn’t realized how much time passed until you heard a bag dropping onto the ground sound. Sniffling, you lifted your head off the pillow, out of the lump you had created and looked at the door. You could sense him; his presence was there.

Your Alpha was home.

──

Bucky sighed deeply as he watched the elevator doors open for him and let him step into his floor in the tower. His bag was hanging on his shoulder as he toed off his boots; he had untied his laces while he was in the quinjet. With a grunt, Bucky dropped the bag on the ground. He rolled his shoulders, stretched a little.

There was a little hitch in the quinjet, but it was nothing Tony couldn’t handle. The hitch delayed their arrival for about an extra hour, but he was home at the end of the day nonetheless. All he wanted to do was to eat something, shower and hit the hay. He was exhausted. The mission was a short but rough one; all the unexpected things happened and plan had gone sideways. They had to improvise, but they made do.

It was a bit hard for him to focus with the silent buzzing that had started to go off under his skin two days into the mission, though.

Whistling to himself, Bucky walked towards the kitchen and opened the fridge. Seeing that it was fuller than he was expecting, he let out a surprised ‘ha!’.

“Sweetheart?” He called out as he pulled a small Tupperware filled with mini-sandwiches and the milk box. Bucky popped one of the sandwiches in his mouth and filled a glass of milk. He probably needed to eat more than these sandwiches, but these were the fastest ones he could get his hands on at the moment. He quickly chewed and swallowed. “Baby? Where are you?” He called out again, but frowned in the middle of his bite because there wasn’t an answer.

“Jarvis, is Y/N home?” He asked the AI after he downed his milk in one go.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes, she is,” Jarvis answered politely. Bucky’s frown deepened. Closing the lid over the sandwiches, he walked out of the kitchen softly.

“Then where is she? Why isn’t she answering?” He questioned, but Jarvis didn’t answer him either. Bucky, now worried, ran to the bedroom. Bucky swung the door open. “Honey─”

The scent that hit him on the face had knocked him back a couple steps.

Heat.

You were in your heat.

Bucky felt the buzzing increase and he let out a quiet growl: Your scent drove him crazy the second he took a whiff of it, and he was angry at himself for leaving you alone while being so close to your heat.

“Fuck,” he cursed silently, shaking his head to clear his mind, he marched inside to check up on you. He could see all the soft linens and pillows you’ve had on the floor scattered around the bed, could also see the small lump under the covers.

“Baby girl?” He called out softly, being careful about not to startle you. He heard a whimper that was followed by a sniff, and he felt his heart break. “Oh, you sweet thing. I’m here,” he murmured. “I’m home, baby, Alpha’s home.” He heard one more sniff and then he saw your head popping out under the duvet.

Your hair was a mess and you’ve been crying; it was so easy to tell just by looking at your eyes: They were red and a little swollen. You were also sweating a bit. Bucky leaned forward and placed his hand on your cheek. His fingers were quick to tuck a couple strands of hair behind your ear, he rubbed your lips with his thumb.

Whimpering again, you leaned into his touch. You’ve missed him so much. So much.

“I know, baby,” Bucky whispered, like he could read your mind. “I’m here, it’s okay. We’re gonna make this okay, alright? ‘m gonna make the pain go away.” He kissed your forehead; his lips were so soft and soothing against your heated skin. Your nose was right over his pulse where his scent was the strongest, you gasped, inhaling deeply.

You grabbed him, anywhere you could. You grabbed him and tugged on his t-shirt. You needed skin-to-skin contact, and his t-shirt was getting in the way. You huffed a little when the t-shirt refused to fall apart under your grip. Bucky took a hold of your wrists and kissed inside of your palms.

He hushed your whimpers gently when he pulled away to take the t-shirt off. Your whimper turned into a pleased hum as he placed his warm body onto yours.

Bucky was always so freaking warm, his skin was always so freaking smooth… You loved the feeling of his naked body onto yours. It made you feel like you were loved and cherished for real; like you were wrapped in his love and his devotion with his warm skin marking you the gentlest way ever.

“There ya go, sweet love,” Bucky murmured. He was rubbing his wrists anywhere he could reach on your body, making sure that he was covering you with his scent. When he made sure that you were at least half-covered in his scent, he lifted himself off the bed to shed his remaining clothes. Thanking God silently that he got rid of his boots already, he pulled his pants off with his boxers and moved closer to you immediately.

“Can I get inside, honey? Am I allowed in your nest?” Bucky asked. His eyes were dark with arousal that your scent had woken in him. He knew that as soon as he got you to come at least once, he was going to dive head-first into his rut. I should let Jarvis know, he thought. But gotta get in the nest first.

He heard you sniff and hustle under the covers. Then, the soft linens and duvet were lifted, making a small place for him in the nest, and Bucky jumped right in.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he whispered, his hands roaming your naked body. You must have gotten rid of your clothes when you started to sweat; that was what you tended to do. Bucky grabbed you by your neck, squeezing just a little to get you to relax, and placed your face into the crook of his neck. He knew that you must be deprived of his scent, so he should have got that taken care of first. He murmured sweet nothings and placed soft kisses on your face as you breathed his scent in deeply.

After a couple minutes later, Bucky felt the shift in the air: The sad, yearning and desperate air had changed into a hunger, aroused and desperate one. Bucky hummed.

“Mmm,” you hummed at the sound. “Alpha, please,” you murmured. Your eyes were closed, but Bucky didn’t need to see your face or your eyes to know that if you were aroused.

Your scent was letting him know faster than that.

“Hmm,” Bucky hummed once again. “What do you want, baby? Hm? You want me to love on you? Kiss you all over?” You whined. “No?” You huffed as you wiggled against him. “You want it rough, kitten? You want me to just take take and take, knot you until I can’t?” Your whimper was filled with approval, and Bucky chuckled. “I won’t stop,” he murmured. “You know that baby. You know that if I start goin’, I won’t stop until I’m finished. We did that before.”

Oh, you thought, that we did and it was fucking amazing.

“You’re one eager and hungry kitten,” Bucky whispered in your ear as he licked over your scent gland, where his bite situated perfectly. You moaned as you turned around, thighs wet from the slick you’ve been producing since the morning, and rubbed your ass against his rock-hard cock. Bucky grunted an appreciative moan into your ear. “Baby…”

“Alpha, please?” You looked at him over your shoulder. “Please, I’ve been hurting, please.” Bucky closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath to calm down. Your ass was constantly rubbing against his hard-on a little faster now, and Bucky knew he was about to snap.

Growling, Bucky rolled onto you, caging you in his arms, face down on the bed. “Omega,” he groaned. You went limp at his voice tone: It was your aroused and in rut Alpha. Bucky pulled himself off you for a second, and you took advantage of it by lifting your ass up: Presenting. “Oh, fuck,” Bucky moaned behind you. You whined lightly. Bucky’s large hands placed themselves on your ass and he pulled your body towards his, making you sit on his thick thighs.

“Alpha, Bucky, please,” you whined. Your stomach was cramping and your pussy was clenching around nothing, you wanted Bucky to engulf you already but he was taking his sweet time. You moaned, eyes closing, when you felt a cramp hit you. “Fuck, please! It hurts!”

Bucky didn’t waste another second when he saw the tear rolled down on your cheek. He grabbed himself, lining it up, he slid inside of you with one, slow move.

Both of you moaned in relief.

The cramp dissipated as soon as Bucky slid inside of you; your walls were now clenching around something. You felt your thighs tremble and your stomach tighten. You knew that it wasn’t going to take you a long time to come; in fact, you were going to come if he were to thrust in the next few seconds.

“Fuuuck,” Bucky groaned loud and long behind you. His hold on your ass went even tighter; you could feel his blunt nails digging in your soft flesh there. You gasped and let your head fall back, rest on his metal shoulder. “God, kitten, you’re clenching around me so tight.”

You just mewled, holding onto his arms tighter. You moved your hips against his, practically riding him, and Bucky grunted out a sound of approval. Supporting yourself by holding onto his arms, you started to move yourself on him, riding him, faster. Your sweat covered skin was making obscenely wet sounds when it met with his, and all the sounds were getting to your head.

“Alpha,” you mewled again, turning your head to bury your nose in his neck where his scent coming off the strongest. “Take me, Alpha,” you moaned, “Please!”

Growling and grunting, Bucky pushed you face down on the bed harshly, punching a breath out of your lungs. He kept his metal hand between your shoulder blades and started to snap his hips against yours with a punishing pace. Your hips were on the air, your chest was pressed against the warm bed sheet and Bucky’s flesh was grabbing your ass tightly, squeezing it and slapping it.

“You’re so crazy for it, aren’t ya?” He spat. His face was contorted with the raw desire he was feeling, his hair was a mess and his body was already glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His thick thighs were hitting against yours with each thrust, his balls kissing your clit whenever he slammed back inside, and you were going mad. “You’re fuck’n droolin’ for it, honey.”

You were. The wet patch on the sheet was visible to anyone who was capable of seeing. You whimpered. You wanted him to touch you there, play with you, but words were refusing to serve you at the moment. So, you whimpered even louder.

Bucky hushed and cooed at you softly. His hips never halting, not even for a second, Bucky leaned forward, placing his metal hand right next to your head and he slipped his flesh hand down to your mound.

“I can feel myself there,” he whispered right into your ear. “I can feel my cock strokin’ your soft walls, honey love,” he continued. His thrusts were a bit slower now, more sensual. You moaned, gasped and sighed. He was filling you so perfectly, up to the brink, stretching you so nice, you loved it. You loved how crazy it always drove you. Feeling his even thicker knot at the base of his cock whenever he ground down had you clenching your thighs and bit back a gasp.

“Bucky─ oh, shit!” You gasped loudly as he pressed his hand on your mound deeper. You could feel him there, too. You could feel his gorged mushroom tip stroking your walls sensually. You moaned and bit down on the bed sheet, your hands flying to grab some part of his body and your nails found his bubbly ass, digging themselves there.

Bucky grunted at the small, unexpected pain. “Y’like that? Huh? That got you goin’?” He draped his big, warm and muscled body on top yours fully, caging you under him. You purred in delight. You loved whenever he caged you like this, whenever he smothered you with his body and scent and heat. “Yeeeah, you love that shit.”

“Mmm,” you hummed loudly. “I do, Alpha.” You carefully raised your hips and ground against him. His cock was in so deep, you could feel its heaviness on your toes.

Bucky purred at your back, releasing all kinds of happy and aroused Alpha pheromones. He slid both of his hands under you; his metal one was across your chest, his metal fingers were brushing against your nipples and eliciting whorish moans out of you while his flesh one was around your waist, hand still on your mound, still feeling the bulge his cock was creating on your lower abdomen. He moved his thighs, getting them under yours even more, making you practically half-laying on his lap, he dropped his pelvis down onto yours.

“Fuck,” you breathed as he somehow managed to slide even deeper. “Fuck, Bucky─ Deep,” you moaned. “So fucking deep, oh my God…”

You heard his dark chuckle against your ear. “All the better to put a pup in that womb of yours, pretty,” he whispered, his hot breath licking your cheeks. You gasped at his words. “Yeah, baby. We ain’t gettin’ outta this bed without me knocking you up, without making this bulge,” he pressed his hand on the bulge again, practically cupping his own cock through you, “a baby bump.”

“Oh, shit!”

Bucky smirked and started to snap his against yours again. This time the pace he set was more desperate, more delirious and more pleasurable. He was in way too deep inside of you. His cock was stroking tender places that you didn’t know they existed. His metal fingers were playing with your nipples; pinching and pulling them harshly, groping one of them in the metal palm and squeeze. With each thrust, each wet, obscene sound that echoed through your bedroom walls was rapidly pushing both of you towards the edge. You could feel Bucky’s thick knot getting bigger and bigger, and at one point his knot slid inside of you; making his thrusts turn into filthy grinds.

“Fuck, baby,” he moaned in your ear. “Do you have any idea how tight you are? How good you smell? How owned you look?” You swallowed your spit, choking on a moan while doing it so. “I’ma make you look even more owned, honey.” Bucky ground his hips, hitching you up on his lap even more, angle feeling even deeper. You gasped. “I’ma put a baby in you, honey love. Then, I’ma watch you grow round with my pup. Gonna make you walk around with only your bra so that I can see my pup growing and moving in you.”

“Bucky!” Moaning and shouting, your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. You trashed in his arms, wiggled your hips, tightened your hold on his ass and threw your head back on his shoulder. Bucky growled.

“Yeah,” he groaned, “Y’re already milkin’ my cock, sweet Omega,” he murmured. “Your pussy is eager to get knocked up, innit? Hm? It’s beggin’ for my come, it’s ready for me, ain’t it?”

“Yea!” You shouted, “It is! It’s ready! Please!” You wiggled in his arms even more. Your thighs were clenching and cramping on his thick ones. “Gimme it, Alpha, please! Please put a pup in me!”

Growling, roaring, Bucky snapped his hips as much as he could while his knot was locked up in you. It was pulling the sensitive opening and creating a sweet pain there, but you loved that. You loved feeling his big knot. You moaned. You brought your hands to over his, holding them tight, you looked over your shoulder to his almost black eyes.

“Breed me, Alpha, put a pup in me, please,” you whined, high and very feminine, and purred. Bucky shouted, and then his shout turned into a loud growl and his knot popped into you. Covering your soft and hungry walls with his come, Bucky bit down on his mating mark again, causing you to shiver violently and came again, drowning you into the pleasure.

You must have blacked out because when you came back to yourself, Bucky was still locked up into your but didn’t look as tired and sweaty as he was before. You hmphed, stretching a little, a satisfied moan escaped from your mouth.

“Ah,” Bucky murmured lovingly, “There is my pretty Omega.” You felt your face heating up and smiled at him adorably. Bucky chuckled. “How are you feeling, love?” You hummed, stretching even more, and draped your naked body over your mate’s. “That good, huh?” You nodded against his equally naked body, kissing the soft skin under your lips. Bucky ushered you to sit up a little and handed you a bottle of water. “Drink some, baby,” he instructed, helping you with it since your limbs were nothing but noodles.

You felt the cold water running inside of your body, you moaned in relief. “You were thirsty, huh?” Bucky joked, smiling all too smugly to himself. You elbowed him lightly but you were smiling as well. “Here, eat this, too.” Putting a small piece of sandwich in your mouth, Bucky had fed you almost one, whole sandwich.

“Hmmm,” you hummed as you draped yourself over his body yet again. Bucky stroked your hair. You wiggled your hips, pulling on the knot just a little, Bucky hissed. “Alpha,” you whined.

“Ssh,” Bucky hushed you, “It’s alright, love.” Kissing your temples, Bucky hugged your body tightly, his hips were moving with small thrusts. He was careful not to pull on the knot, but he was able to grind deep while still locked in. You hummed a moan out. Bucky turned your head towards his by gripping your chin with his two fingers, he kissed you.

“You know the real fun is just starting, honey love.”

And before you could answer, you were flipped over again, and already close to coming.

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It wasn’t a surprise when you found out you were pregnant with Bucky’s pup a month later, when your heat didn’t visit you.

You sure as hell celebrated the news with Bucky as if you were in heat.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #alpha!bucky #beefy!bucky #alpha!beefy!bucky #kinktober 2020

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palaceofpassion · 3 years

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Neo’s Arc 2

Part 2 to the Neo’s Arc Commission!

Jaune couldn’t believe it, he’d actually done it! Had ACTUALLY made his way into Beacon, THE BEACON! He wasn’t sure what God had blessed him with such luck, or what the headmaster had been thinking when he let him in. Jaune himself, despite constant training with his sister, had felt rather inadequate compared to the other students. But hey he was here, he wasn’t going to complain either. Not when he had Neo by his side, and oh boy was he happy to have Neo by his side! His sister, slash, lover had gotten to him… perhaps a little too quickly when they had landed, leading to the two of them becoming teammates. And well, he couldn’t ask for a better team if he was being honest!

“Good night everyone!” He smiled brightly as his team, which consisted of his glorious splendid sister Neo, the lovely and kind Pyrrha Nikos, and the originally snooty but actually a very sweet girl Weiss Schnee! He may have started on the wrong foot with the two of them, but after talking things through, a few troubles with the team next door, and well some arguments here and there. They’d truly become a close team, and… and well it felt nice being near three GORGEOUS Women. Even as loyal as he was to his sister… he couldn’t help but let his eyes wander sometimes, especially with how striking Pyrrha and Weiss were… especially with how often they liked to show those damned fine legs of theirs… sue him he was a leg man!

“Good Night Jaune.”

“Night Arc.”

Shuffle~

Ah and here was the other thing, the reason he probably HAD not snapped with all the feminine wiles surrounding him. It was because of his dear~ Lovely~ Precious~ Cock Hungry sister.

Neo had been absolutely grateful that she’d ended up on the same team as her precious, hunky, loving brother. She wouldn’t know what she would have done if he’d ended up on a team of all girls, especially if she wasn’t nearby to keep an eye on him. Not that she didn’t like Weiss or Pyrrha… but she wasn’t blind. She could see the way those harpies eyed him, like he was some kind of prize to be won, or prey to be snatched! She would have NONE of that, he belonged to her and her alone.

Well, even if they did like him, it wasn’t like they’d done anything to show it. And if they weren’t going to make their move, then as far as she was concerned he was all hers, would forever be hers. As quietly as a mouse, she swiftly snuck towards him, her clothes gently dripping to the floor below. The cool night air doing nothing to abate the intense heat originating from her womb. She’d grown so needy, so wanting of her brother’s hot throbbing cock. Of being close to him, touching him, experiencing the warmth of her beloved. She couldn’t imagine a world where that wasn’t a thing, where she couldn’t touch him like she wanted.

No… she didn’t want to imagine a world where she was alone. Putting those thoughts away for now, she gently slinked within his sheets, the shuffling of the bed quietly humming through the room as she pushed herself against her already buck naked brother. “Hey~” A little tingle ran down her neck as he gently whispered into her ears. She LOVED how he’d expected her to show up, his fingers already dancing upon her posterior, clinging onto her and bringing their bodies closer together.

The burning heat intensified within while his blazing hot dick slid between her thighs, sandwiching itself between the plump sticks of meat. Her lips quivered against his, their tongues slipping beneath their hidden sheathes as they tangoed into one another. This was why she LOVED being here, she needn’t hide from her siblings, from their mother. They didn’t need to know about her twisted relationship with her brother, blood or not. No… this worked out the best as far as she was concerned.

She didn’t even care if her roommates knew. She imagined they’d had an inkling, despite the steps she and Jaune had taken to be as secretive as they could. But, even now she could imagine them, staring from their own beds. Their bodies gently rising in a faux nocturnal state. The exhibistionistic glee in her took over, the thought of being watched, of being seen as the tip of his burning hot cock pressed against her wanting entrance. The thought that both girls, who eagerly yearned for her brother’s affection, could do nothing but spectate as she and he made passionate love. It… well it did things to her.

It did lovely things to her, especially when he slowly slid one of his fingers up her spine and gently against her neck. Her hairs stood on end as he touched her softly, gently grasping the back of her head and tugging her forward, pressing them together for an even tighter hold. Gods above she loved her brother, loved him more than perhaps her own life. She wanted nothing more than to touch him, to feel him, her fingers grasping against his back, sliding between his strong shoulder muscles. She wanted more, wanted to inhale his scent further, wanted to feel his warm touch against her body.

The more they were apart the more she ached, the closer they were, the more she wanted it. She knew she was greedy, knew she was unreasonable but she couldn’t get enough of the way that he smelled, of the way that his lips tasted against hers. She clung to him, like a newborn, wanting to never let him go. Wanting to forever be loved and held by her dearest person.

She felt a sense of joy knowing she no longer had to fear, fear that they may get caught by their family and torn apart. She didn’t care about these other girls, only cared about Jaune. If she could make sounds she would squee, would let out a yelp of pleasure as his tongue brushed against hers. Their lips parting ways for just a moment as trails of spit dripped upon their shared pillow.

She needed not say a word, only simply stare him in the eyes, her heart pounding thoroughly in her chest as he nodded. She loved him so dearly, loved that he knew exactly what she wanted without her having to say a word. She knew no one else would ever get her the way that he did and she never wanted anyone else to. “Ah!” She may not have been able to speak, but her lips could still part, a muffled sound nearly escaping as she felt his thing brush against her lips.

The splintering hot sensation of the tip rustling against her quiverly sex was enough to nearly to send her into a tight orgasm. But she needed him, needed for him to shove it deep inside of her. She had an itch that only he could scratch, one that only he could fill and oh brothers did she want it badly.

“Oh brothers.” She tried to arch her back, tried to pull her head away from her brothers as his girthy cock slid inside of her, her lips parting to make way for the added space, but he kept her locked in place. She loved the fullness she experienced whenever he pushed into her, whenever the two of them became one. The rigid dick, veiny fat cock, scratched against her insides, rubbing into her ridges and sending pleasant scritching sensations through her. She knew she wasn’t satisfied yet, that she needed and wanted more. But this was a good start.

Her nails began to sink into his flesh, their auras turned off, the intimacy of their bodies being directly connected being what she wanted. Her toes began to clench as her muscles in her legs tightened. Slowly he pushed against her, the swell in her belly growing larger and larger as he gently rubbed himself upwards. She needed this, needed to be filled to the brim with him. She wanted his seed inside of her womb so badly that she almost pushed herself down upon him. Even if she couldn’t get pregnant right now, she’d taken the shot to keep her infertile till she was done with class, she wanted to at least feel like she could!

Jaune couldn’t keep his hands off his sister's sinuous figure, his hands roamed, letting his animalistic lust take hold of him, his hunger burning as he frantically squeezed and groped at whatever he could. Their bodies were already entering into carnal passion as their tongues wrestled with one another. The sweet and sultry scent wafting off of her moistening form intoxicated him, the way she held onto him intoxicated him, her tightening cavern enticed him.

He’d long gotten over any doubts about what he wanted from this twisted relationship of theirs. No longer did he care that they were siblings, even if not by blood. No longer did he stop himself when he desired her, he no longer bothered to hide his dark cravings and the lust he felt for her. He simply took her, simply allowed himself to bask in her form. The softness of her skin felt wonderful to his touch, her voluptuous form pressed against his chest was exquisite. He could hardly get enough, he didn’t want to get enough. He wanted more, he wanted to touch her whenever he could. HIs fingers tightened around her bottom, grasping and squeezing around whatever he could get ahold of.

His powerful digits kneading into the soft doughy swells, he found himself letting loose. Squeezing into her soft cavern he split the malleable hills apart, he could feel a gasp of air escape her lips as he pushed further inside of her while doing so. Her every reaction, the way she let him know she loved what he was doing, always did it for him. The stimulation from their simple touches, the way that she squirmed when he took command, he never knew he needed and now he could never live without.

His hips rocked back and forth, her insides massaging his manhood, tasting the pleasures of the flesh as they pushed further into one another. He knew he had to be quiet, lest their teammates wake up, but he found himself far too enthralled to care if they did. In fact… perhaps the thrill of having one of his gorgeous teammates watch them, perhaps too stunned to do anything, was something he could really enjoy. He whispered gently into her ear as he worshipped her small lithe form, “I love you~ You’re my goddess~ My beloved~ I want to breed you, I want you to bear my fruit so badly.”

Her response was the same as usual, a little tingle encapsulated her womb as she bit down upon his lip, tasting his flesh as she attempted to endure his loving assault. She was weak to his teasing, weak to the way he made her feel loved. She could never get enough, never wanted to get enough. His words danced within her head, powerful feelings surging from deep within her body. Her core, trembling weakly as it was, began to give on her. The feeling of completeness seeped from her very depths and while she tried to savor the soft touches. She wanted more, wanted him to take her so very badly.

She couldn’t speak, but she knew how to get him going, a simple peck to the lips as she grasped upon his shoulders. Tugging against him she flipped their bodies, he was now above her, their blankets no longer covering their naked forms. She found herself awestruck, like she always was, when the soft silvery moonlight fell upon his chiseled body. She’d done so much to help him get to where he was, and she’d be damned if she didn’t appreciate the results. Even now she couldn’t help but run her finger down his biceps, slowly tracing towards the abs. A mighty thirst filled her, eyes falling back to him as she begged him.

“Fuck me, break me.”

She wanted him badly, wanted him to treat her like a toy, wanted him to let loose like he hadn’t been able to do till now. She began to care not if her teammates knew, in fact they could know all they want, she wanted them to realize just how much he belonged to her.

Jaune got the message loud and clear, any reservations he may have had about being quiet quickly went out the window as he shoved himself further against her. Her tightness grasped upon him, his body moving as she wished him to ravishing her till she began to release him reaching for the sheets as her fingers sunk into the bedding.

Creek Creek Creek

The bed began to move as his pace skyrocketed, his body penetrated her depths, no longer slowing down he began to ravage her insides. The harder and faster he went the more she tightened around him, her bumpy ridges massaged against his cock, grinding against the fleshy stick as he immersed himself in the pleasure.

Neo lavished the sensation, her insides tightening around him needing him inside of her more and more. The tip of his cock grazed against her cervix every time he pushed into her, with every new lunge he got closer and closer to battering against her womb and she loved it. She loved the way that he grasped her legs, and pulled them back over her head. Loved the way her lower body no longer touched upon the bedding. She loved how he began to fuck her, to ravage her, to rape her into the sheets. Her body needed this, she LOVED him dearly, she loved how easily he could switch for her. And she LOVED how he pushed her further down.

Even as the first orgasm hit the two of them he refused to stop. Even as her body quaked in overwhelming pleasure, and even as his jerked baby maker released its batter relentlessly into her oven. He’d refused to back down. Incited by perhaps the thought of being caught, he’d entered a frenzied fuck. No longer where they having sex, she could tell this had become something else.

“Get pregnant, I want to get you pregnant, have my children, bear my babies. I need you to have my kids, please get pregnant.” His voice chanted loudly and clearly to her, his body now entering a rut. He was no longer fucking her for pleasure, he was fucking her with the intent on spreading his seed far and wide. Oh how she wished she could accept it now, but she knew that he knew they couldn’t. Not just because of the shot, but because both of them had goals in mind. While she wanted to protect him, she’d always dreamed of helping those that were lost just like her.

So his words, they reached and touched her heart, but they both knew they couldn’t happen. Still, her womb reacted accordingly. As he plunged into her depths, her cervix opened hungrily, drinking his seed hoping that his constant thrustings didn’t spill the precious nectar.

The stirred liquid sloshed within her body, succumbing to the pleasures of being filled, of having her womb poured directly into. She couldn’t help but enjoy the wonderful feeling, and as for Jaune? He’d lost it, no longer thinking with his upperhead, he buried himself, slammed himself, devoted himself to breeding her as best as he could. The two, so caught up within their sinful desires, failed to notice though the jealous green and sky blue eyes watching them.

Neither of them noticed the way that their sheets shifted as their hands worked between their legs.

Weiss… Weiss couldn’t believe what she’d seen, couldn’t even fathom that what was happening in front of her was actually happening… but there it was. The brother and sister duo had always struck her as odd… and she kind of always knew something was going on. But to actually see Jaune… that buffoon… that idiot… that… that specimen of a man! Push his sister down, take command, and BREED her. That hadn’t… that just… it was too much. The thick smell wafted within their room, her mind falling into a deep haze. She didn’t know how they’d planned to hide it, not with the thick scent of sex filling her lungs as easily as it was.

She hadn’t meant to start, but her body desired touch, it craved satisfaction, so before she could consider stopping she’d already begun to reach between her legs. Her fingers slaking across her soft core dipping into her tight virgin slit. She began to want more than this, it wasn’t enough… and she… oh gods she needed it.

Pyrrha was very much the same, she thought seeing her crush crushing his sister would have been more upsetting than it was. But instead she found herself directly pulled to it, she’d been unable to pull her gaze away from the very start succumbing to the desires of the flesh. She wanted to be treated that way, wanted Jaune to plunge into her to take her virginity and taste her flesh. She… she wanted to be bred like Neo was being… she needed to.

Unlike Weiss, she had no reservations about sliding her fingers between her thighs, a pool of moisture forming and sliding down her leg and onto her sheets before she’d even started. Her body stirred into action as she rubbed against her clit, her shudder and a sigh escaping her lips as she started to play with herself. Her digits roaming freely within her. She needed to do something, her fingers proving not enough to cleanse the burning fire boiling within her. And… as she watched Jaune and Neo, she came to a conclusion. It just so happened that Weiss came to the exact same agreement. They wanted Jaune, and they would have him one way or another.

#Jaune Arc #neopolitian (rwby)#Weiss Schnee #Pyrrha Nikos

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peachysamu · 3 years

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Summary: just Grandma Yumie being the greatest wingwoman there ever was

Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x fem!reader

Word count: 1.08k

Genre: fluff, the usual

You sigh at the screen before you, having been sat at the patio of your favorite café for almost two hours now. Starting your work at seven in the morning, you brought yourself outside a few hours later hoping that a new environment would stimulate motivation to finish your work due in the next couple of days. The fresh breeze is nice and the ambient noise of life ever so lulling, but anything is far more interesting than the assignments in front of you.

Such as the grandma before you scuttling stiffly to fix an imbalanced table tilting back and forth with just the smallest bit of pressure.

“Grandma, do you want to sit here?” You call, standing up with the intention of helping the older woman out. “My table is stable. I don’t mind moving.”

“Oh no,” She smiles through huffs until she successfully places a napkin underneath the shorter leg. She gives the table a small push, a satisfied grin upon her face when it obediently stays put. “I’ve got it.”

At that, you can’t help but smile at the woman whose age is probably older than she looks as you sit back down. Even through her rigid movements, it is obvious she is self sufficient, even if stubbornly so.

Staring back at the screen before you, your fingers hover above the keyboard having lost your sense of thought due to your distraction.

“Thank you for offering.” The older lady calls to you again. You look up to find her, a vision of mirth through closed lids. “That was very kind of you.”

A warm expression, “Of course!”

“I may be an old woman, but I still can do things on my own.” There’s fondness in your chest as she continues the conversation with you. Her words may be strung together slowly, but you’re astounded by the way she creates human connection so easily. Where people your age are consumed by their own selfish needs, protected in a bubble they’ve surrounded themselves in, this stranger easily concocts conversation like she’s known you for so many years. You think the candidness is nice for once.

Grandma takes a sip of her water before continuing. “My grandson has been awfully protective over me lately. He won’t let me do anything.”

You laugh at the way her face scrunches at the last sentence as though her grandson has been the bane of her existence. “My legs were feeling a little tense so I went for a walk the other day. Just a small one to the farmer’s market nearby.”

Now you’re absolutely entranced by the seemingly frivolous story, mindlessly picking at the egg sandwich you ordered hours ago.

“I went and looked around. I found some cabbage that looked nice. And then I stopped at a stall selling okonomiyaki. It smelled so good I had to try some.”

You’re nodding your head, fascinated by the woman’s mundane retelling. The little snippet into her lifestyle reminds you of how large the world is and small at the same time. Though you’ve never met her, and though she is years older than you, you relate to the need of hers to stop at a stall filled with the smell of savory foods.

“Then I get a phone call from my Shin-chan,” Frown lines appear when she says the name with a shake of the head, though you can tell she’s also slightly amused at the thought. “He was not yelling at me, but I could tell he was frustrated. He was asking me where I was. He told me it was ten in the morning and that I needed to get home before it got too hot! He thinks I can’t do anything on my own!”

Grandma is shaking her head furiously, but you’re amused all the same.

“I’m the same way Grandma!” You laugh with a piece of bread on your mouth. “I’m just like that with my mom myself.”

Grandma just shakes her head, indignant. “We’re independent.”

Yes, stubbornly so, you agree in your head before saying, “Of course, Grandma, but it comes from a good place. We just care about you is all.”

Grandma raises a withered hand, the most certain movement of hers you’ve seen yet. “Yes, yes, I know.”

The door of the cafe opens and a broad male figure obscures your view of the older woman as he sets a plate in front of her.

“Sorry, Grandma,” You hear him say, a soft, tender tone escaping him. “They didn’t have any fruit tarts so I hope strawberry shortcake is okay.”

“Oh yes. I was just talking to this nice lady, Shin-chan.”

Said Shin-chan turns around and then gives you an apologetic look. Suddenly, you’re feeling nervous at the sight of the subject of your conversation of the last couple minutes, surprised by the fact that he is more handsome than you imagined.

“Thank you for keeping her company,” He says. You find yourself at a lack of words, gulping and nodding at the same time.

“Ah, Shin-chan,” Grandma’s voice is playfully irritated, “Move to the side. I want to keep talking to the pretty lady.”

It’s then that heat permeates your cheeks, awkwardly letting out a nervous giggle that makes the grandson give his grandmother a quiet, scolding look.

“Grandma,” he starts, but takes the seat next to her anyways to get out of her view, “She’s probably busy. Let’s not bother her.”

“Oh no!” You interject happily, “Your grandma’s actually really interesting. I was having a good time.”

You’re being honest and it’s not because you’re looking for a distraction, or because her grandson is kind of hot. Okay, admittedly, his handsome features were some sort of factor in wanting to continue the exchange.

There’s a mischievous glint in his grandmother’s eyes. She clasps her hands together and the smile across her face tilts lopsidedly into a smirk. “Oh? Would you like to go with me to the farmer’s market then?”

Her head tilts to her grandson, “Since my Shin-chan won’t let me go alone?”

“Uh,” You laugh nervously, eyes flitting between the pair, appraising both reactions. The older woman looks satisfied while the other provides an amused look that is very similar to his relative’s.

“If you go,” He starts, “I guess I will come along too.”

Your heart beats quickly, but your hand is already finding itself closing your laptop. Yes, anything is far more interesting than your assignment. Especially if it’s the handsome, golden eyed boy and his good naturedly stubborn grandma before you.

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theaufanartist · 3 years

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“𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳? 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.”

Jeong Yun Ho💖

“When will Friday come?”you ask your long time best friend over the phone, sitting in front of the window near the bed, pouting. Your best friend sighs over the phone.

“It’s tomorrow,”she says, “stop sulking already!”she exclaims, making you look at her across the street, sitting near her window, holding her forehead in her palm. You giggle at her.

“I seriously can’t wait, okay!”

She giggles from the other side, but soon enough, you hear a familiar voice booming in the background, behind her.

“Hey, where the hell is my charger-“he stops and stills. You freeze in your fidgeting position, and his mere voice was enough to make your heart race. He looks at his sister, and then walks towards her bed, climbing on it, and sitting near the window, waving at you.

“Hey! How have you been?”he asks, his sister cringing at his loud voice and smacking his hand.

“You don’t have to yell, you know,”she says, making him giggle, the sound being music to your ears.

“I’m alright,”you say, nineteen years of being neighbours and yet, it still makes you nervous talking to him.

“You girls talk, I need to meet the guys. We’re gonna have a small meet-up tomorrow. Bye,”he says, before you hear your best friend’s voice back.

“So, go sleep hun; we’ll meet tomorrow!”she says, before blowing a goodnight kiss to you, which you dramatically catch, making you both giggle. You leave the drapes open, laying on your bed, staring at the night sky, trying to picture the boy-across-the-street in your dreams.

Friday came, and you couldn’t be more excited. Wearing your favourite overalls, over your white tee, you try not to style your hair much, because they looked pretty good the way they were,and you weren’t the kind to dress-to-impress. You took your phone, double checked your room, trying to remember if you were forgetting anything.You skip down the stairs to your living room, greeting your parents.

“Enjoy!”your mother chirps, bidding you a goodbye. You wave at your father, who smiles at you. Wearing your pre-tied converse, you run across the street, to your best friend’s house, who jumped on her feet to hug you.

“Finally! Let’s go!”she shrieks, making you squeal. You both decide to go to the library to check out the new additions, then the park.

“So,”she speaks up, trying to not speak loudly. You hum in response, still looking in the book.

“You should tell him, you know,”she says, making you whip your head at her.

“What should I tell and to whom?”you ask her, trying to act oblivious. She smirks at you, totally awards of your feelings for her brother.

“Yun Ho.”

Your cheeks heat up. You didn’t expect her to take the topic out.

“Don’t speak non sense,”you say, picking out another book. She tilts her head to the side, teasingly, smiling at you, “he might be dating someone.”

“Huh? What gave that away?”

“Well, for starters, he’s so handsome, caring, the perfect gentleman any girl would dream of,”you say, keeping that book back to it’s place, looking up at her, “and secondly, he doesn’t see me more than your best friend and his little sister.”

“Oh trust me, he sees you far from a little sister,”she mutters, making you quirk an eyebrow.

“What did you say?”you ask her.

“Hu? Nothing. I just said that let’s go and have something, I’m hungry.”

You both leave the book store and make your way towards the nearby cafe you both loved to hang out at. A turkey sandwich seemed delightful, accompanied by Pepsi, and your best friend took her daily dose of sweet honey glazed donut and a strawberry milkshake. You both decided to go to the park and eat.

You both were peacefully enjoying the food, when you heard a loud, witch like laughter erupting from nearby. You both look at each other and then glance sideways, seeing the familiar bunch of guys laughing and jumping over each other. Your eyes widen when you see the familiar tall boy, smiling widely looking at his friends causing nuisance. His eyes look elsewhere for a while and then meet yours, widening in surprise and smiling widely, waving at you. You shyly wave back at him, getting back at your sandwich.

“Hey look, who we’ve got here,” you hear Min Gi’s voice, pointing at both of you. They were all your seniors back in school, and being Yun Ho’s friend, you were automatically friends with them.

“What are you guys doing here?”your best friend asks them.

“You do know it’s a public place, right?” Yeo Sang speaks up, raising his eyebrow. She rolls her eyes at him.

“I meant, why are you here?”

“Oh, we were just roaming around,”Woo Young chirps, making you smile at him.

“Mind if we join you guys?” Yun Ho asks, making your eyes widen.

“Why would she mind?”your best friend mutters under her breath, making you shoot a glare at her. You nod at him, and the other guys. They sit next to you, talking about random stuffs. The sun was about to set, making everything seem prettier.

“We should take pictures!”Hong Joong booms, “who knows when we all will hang out together, again,”he says, making everyone agree unanimously.

Your best friend joins them, and you smile at her, taking her pictures.

“Those turned out pretty good,”you yelp in surprise on the sudden familiar, velvety-smooth deep voice you grew to love so much. You could feel his warm breath hit the side of your neck, his vanilla-rose musk hitting your nose, forming a comforting blanket around you.

“Thanks,”you whisper, studying the pictures you took.

“Can you take mine, too?”he asks, making you turn your head to look at him. You noticed his cheeks turning pink, along with the tip of his ears. You smile, nodding in affirmation.

He poses in a way that the sun hits his face, illuminating his side profile.

He gives a few dorky pose, making you giggle at him.

The last picture you take of him was him extending his hand towards you, asking you to hold his hand, which was a total boyfriend move, making your cheeks heat up. You clear your throat, smiling at him. He runs upto you, his doe eyes staring widely. You show your photography to him, emitting a squeal from him.

“These are amazing! You’re amazing!”he praises you, making you blush. He looks up at you and smiles.

“Can I ask you something?”

You nod at him.

You whip your head at him, mouth wide open. He giggles at your flustered state. He moves closer to you, taking your smaller hands in his huge ones.

“That was pretty lame, but honestly, I have been meaning to try to talk to you lately,”he says. You were too shocked to process what was really happening.

“I’ve liked you for a long time now,”he says, looking down at you, “will you go out with me?”

You were too happy to realise that you’ve been nodding vigorously even before he popped the question. He giggles at you, patting your head.

“You’re too cute,”he whispers, lifting up your hand, bringing it to a kiss. Your best friend looks at you and gives a thumbs up, making you both smile. You look at him and take his hand in yours, kissing the knuckles.

“I like you too,”you say, making him smile, “I couldn’t say it back there, because I’ve liked you since a long time. I thought that maybe you won’t feel the same, and maybe you wouldn’t wanna see me that way,”your tone falters, your fingers playing with his.

“Probably, you’re the only person I’d be with,”he says, kissing your forehead.

“Ooof, finally he confessed!” San yells, making everyone laugh. Yun Ho smiles at you, holding your hands. Then and there you see your life getting better and better, now with the love of your life on your side.

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clouditae · 3 years

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First Love | 20

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You first saw him in the multi-purpose room. Later learn his name, and on your third year, as he becomes your neighbor, you discover his lifestyle. Knowing your crush on him was nothing but that, you wanted to find the courage to look for love. Asking your friend for help, you’re pointed in the direction of the expert. Your neighbor, Min Yoongi

Chapter Index

“All you had to do was take a shower, but nooo, you wanted to talk for almost two hours and now look at you,” Ari begins, practically smacking your forehead with a wet cloth, “a gross looking person.”

You sniffle, closing your eyes and trying your best to ignore your best friend. Yes she’s right, but you really don’t feel like hearing her for the eighth time today. So what can you do? She’s taking care of you, taking your temperature, giving you medicine to help with the fever and cough, and even getting your dinner for you. She truly is your best friend.

“I’m sorry,” you whine, hoping that she’ll ease up on you finally. Those hopes are shot down immediately when she mocks you back, stuffing the thin sheet under your body like you’re a burrito. “Ari.”

“Go to sleep, I’ll have your dinner when you wake up,” she instructs, and you do as told, waiting for her to go back to her desk so you can unstuff yourself and sleep on your side, falling asleep almost immediately when you’re comfortable.

You’re not sure how long you’ve been out so far, but you’re still completely tired when you hear Ari mumble rather loudly, “What? Where are you?” You shift in your bed as she whispers harshly, “I’ll be over right now.”

Opening your eyes to a squint, you watch as Ari grabs her wallet and phone before heading towards the door. You sit up on your elbow, asking, “Where are you going?”

She looks at you in surprise, hand clutching the door handle. “Hoseok told me the cafeteria only has two ice cream sandwiches left—you know how I feel about my ice cream,” Ari blurts out, face flushed.

“Oh. Okay,” you mumble, lowering yourself back down. “Hope you make it in time,” you add.

She lets out an awkward laugh. “Yeah.” The door opens. “I’ll bring your dinner once I’m done.” And with that, she’s out the door, her footsteps loudly echoing the hall until you can no longer hear them.

It doesn’t take long before you’re fast asleep, a few coughs waking you up every now and then until the feeling of fingers brushing along the side of your face, removing strands of hair away, fully wakes you up. You slowly open your eyes, letting them adjust to the brightness until they’re fully open and you see Yoongi standing next to your bed, his fingers stopping behind your ear.

“Yoongi?” you ask, not believing your eyes and fever.

“I brought your dinner,” he tells you, holding up a green, plastic food container. “You need to eat,” he includes, removing his hand from your face.

You don’t really have an appetite, but when the delicious smell of chicken invades your senses, your stomach immediately lurches forward as if you haven’t eaten in months. You sit up, pushing your blanket off you as you cross your legs and lean against the wall your bed is against. Watching Yoongi climb onto your bed, he sits next to you, handing you one of the green food containers, the other remaining with him.

Opening the container you’re greeted with all your favorites—chicken strips, French fries, a salad, and a snickerdoodle. Ari really knows how to give you the best even though she was mad at you hours ago. You let out a small smile as you grab your fork that was placed inside the container. You happily begin with your salad, saving the best for last—which is everything else.

“If you feel like you can’t eat it, I brought you soup,” he tells you, watching you as you shove a forkful of salad in your mouth. You turn to look at him as you pull in what’s left of the salad sticking out of your mouth with your tongue. He lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he adds, “I’m pretty sure you’ll be fine eating it, but there’s still the soup if you want that as well.”

Usually you’d be cautious with how you eat—well at least not eat like a pig, but you haven’t had anything besides soup for two days now. Your body is deprived of the good stuff, and you’ll definitely eat the soup after this. Here’s to hoping you don’t get sick from stuffing your face with all this food. As the two of you eat, Yoongi places his phone between the two of you and presses play to a video.

You finish your salad, and begin on your favorites. You place a fry into your mouth, tasting the salt and the warmth as if it had just been made. It’s never tasted so good, but you’re about to down this whole thing right now.

“Slow down. You’re gonna choke,” Yoongi comments when you keep shoving fries in your mouth and not properly chewing the ones currently waiting to be consumed. You nod, slowly chewing your food before swallowing it and eating the rest of your dinner slowly.

The rest of the dinner is a comfortable silence between the two of you as you eat your dinners and watch the video. You’re on your final chicken strip when from the corner of your eye, you watch Yoongi turn to look at you. He watches you for a moment before his hand moves up towards your face, the tips of his fingers brushing along your cheek before brushing strands of your hair back behind your ear. You can feel the heat rise in your cheeks and heart begin to race as his hand moves to your forehead, palm pressing against your skin.

“You’re still burning,” he mumbles, moving his hand down to your neck. “How do you feel?” he asks, his hand leaving your warmed skin.

Swallowing your last bite, you answer, “Tired and thirsty.” Yoongi reaches towards your desk next to him, handing you a white, plastic cup. You take it, muttering, “Thank you.” Pressing your lips to the lid, you tilt the cup and drink. Just like the food, water has never tasted so good.

When you’ve finished all that you can, and the empty boxes are put away, you rest your back against the wall, watching the rest of the film. It doesn’t take long before your eyes grow heavy and you fall asleep.

Waking up the following morning, it takes you a minute to realize Yoongi’s back is to you in bed. He’s sound asleep on his side, the back of his hair disheveled, his soft snores can barely be heard over the sound of the air conditioning. Did he stay here the whole night? How was he comfortable the whole night on this twin sized bed with the both of you?

Yet, even though you can’t see his face, his body looks so relaxed and comfortable. You can imagine what he looks like asleep—the memory from the library still fresh in your mind. His lips are slightly parted, long lashes fan over his rosy cheeks, tips of his hair resting along the lids of his eyes.

You can’t believe he stayed the whole night. The thought of it makes your heart race, a grin spreading across your lips as you move forward and press your forehead against his back, burying your face. You lightly wrap your arm around his waist, trying your best not to wake up. However, you feel his hand grab yours, pulling it up close to his chest, interlocking his fingers with yours as best he can. Maybe it’s just your fever, but you feel warmer as the two of you stay like this for a while.

“You hungry?” he asks, voice raspy. You shake your head, wanting nothing more than to just enjoy this moment forever. “You should at least—” The sound of his phone chiming cuts him off. Releasing your hand, he fishes in his pocket before you hear the click of his phone unlocking and all is silent for a moment. Yoongi sighs after a few seconds before putting his phone back in his pocket. He takes your hand again, lifting it off him before sitting up and taking it in his other hand. He looks down at you, stating, “I have to go. Someone wants a piece done.” He rubs his thumb along your skin.

“You didn’t have to stay so late if you had work today,” you tell him, feeling guilty because he took care of you.

He shakes his head in response. “They just came in today willing to pay double for me to come in and be their artist.”

“Then you should hurry,” you tell him, sitting up in bed. You take in his features and you finally notice the bruise around his left eye and the small scab at the corner of his mouth. “Did I hit you in my sleep?” You reach out to touch his hurt lip, eyes going back up to his bruised eye. “I’m so sorry,” you whisper, guilt washing over you completely.

Yoongi lets out a small chuckle, taking your other hand in his. “I was playing basketball with some friends and I wasn’t paying attention,” he answers, holding your hands as if he’s trying to put you at ease. You feel more relaxed knowing you didn’t punch him in your sleep last night, so you nod in reply. He releases your hands and cups your cheeks. “I’ll see you later, okay?” Letting out a hum in response, Yoongi leans in to kiss you, but is stopped when your hand is over your mouth.

He looks at you in confusion. “I’m sick,” you mumble. He sighs, but says nothing and places a kiss on your forehead before hopping off your bed, putting on his shoes as he grabs his belongings and heads out the door.

When the door closes, you can’t help but let out the biggest smile you can. You can’t believe Yoongi stayed all night with you. Maybe you should get sick more often.

Climbing out of bed, you begin to gather your clothes and caddie as you head towards the bathroom to shower. Before your hand reaches the handle, the dorm door opens with Ari waddling in. You watch her struggle with her backpack and several textbooks in hand. She smiles at you as she finally gets past the door.

"Good morning, sunshine," she chimes, walking across the room towards you and placing her stuff on her bed across from you. "How'd you sleep? Did you sleep?"

If you didn't have a fever, you're pretty sure you would be blushing right now. "We didn't do anything," you reply, holding your towel closer as if it will protect you from being seen.

"Not yet."

"What about you?" you deflect. "Did you sleep last night?"

Ari scoffs, "Of course not. We went at it for hours—"

"I'm taking a shower," you interrupt, grabbing the handle and pulling the door open quickly, hearing Ari laugh as you close the door behind you.

You wring out the cloth, watching the water drops roll down your hands and into the sink before you make your way towards the occupied bed where Yoongi lies. Placing the cloth on his forehead, another wave of guilt hits you hard. You let him stay with you when you were sick, and now look at him. He looks just as bad as you did.

“Do you want me to bring you some soup?” you ask, pressing the back of your hand to his neck. He’s still warm.

He shakes his head, saying, “You shouldn’t be in here. You’ll catch a fever again.”

“I’m the one who gave you this fever,” you counter. “It’s not fair to just let you take it on all on your own.” Yoongi chuckles, but soon after coughs. “See?” you begin, grabbing his bottled water and unscrewing the cap, handing him his drink, “your fever is worse than mine.”

“You’re not sleeping here,” he tells you, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“You’ll get Hoseok sick if he stays here with you,” you argue.

The door opens and you turn your head to see Hoseok enter the room. “Tell Y/N that she can’t stay here,” Yoongi says, catching Hoseok completely off guard.

“What?” Hoseok asks, obviously confused by Yoongi’s sudden demand.

“She’s trying to stay here even though she just got better.”

“Sorry, Y/N,” Hoseok begins, tossing his gym bag on his bed, “Yoongi’s right.”

“You’ll get sick if you stay here, too,” you tell him, hoping Hoseok will take your side.

“Don’t worry, Y/N.” You watch as Hoseok makes his way over towards you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “He’ll be fine. Plus, Ari wants to do a double date, so you both need to be healthy.” He spins you around to face your boyfriend. “Now tell him goodnight,” he instructs.

“Night,” you mumble, slightly mad that Hoseok isn’t backing you up. You got sick already and you gave it to him, so why can’t they let you take care of him?

Yoongi finally opens his eyes, taking your hand in his and rubbing his thumb across your skin. “I’ll see you when I’m not sick anymore,” he tells you, giving you a tired smile before Hoseok practically spins you around and pushes you out his room.

“Bye Y/N—have a good day and we’ll see you later,” Hoseok rushes, opening the door and leading you out. You’re standing in the empty hallway as the door closes behind you. That’s new.

Letting out a quiet sigh, you walk up to your door and pull your ID out of your pocket, pressing it to the scanner and hearing the familiar unlocking sound. Opening the door you see Ari standing next to her desk, eyes turning away from the textbook in her hand to you.

“Hoseok pushed him out of the room,” you tell her, still in slight shock by his sudden behavior.

Ari chuckles, shaking her head. “He was having stomach pains earlier, so he probably didn’t want you hearing him cry or something.”

Your brows raise in understanding. “Ohhh.”

You make your way towards your desk, pulling out your chair as you take a seat and open your laptop, watching the black screen come to life. Unlocking the screen, Ari clears her throat.

“So since you and Yoongi are finally a thing,” she starts, getting your attention, “Hoseok and I want to do a double date.”

“A double date? Where?” you ask, leaning against your chair.

“Your typical dinner and a movie,” she answers, closing her textbook and placing it on the only empty spot on her desk. “We’ll do the dinner first—nothing fancy, just a simple dinner back at the diner and then a movie.”

“The diner?”

She grins. “Yeah. It’s the place where we had our first double date,” she informs, climbing onto her bed, resting on her stomach, facing you.

“It wasn’t a double date,” you quickly counter, hoping the blush forming on your cheeks isn’t obvious.

“I don’t know,” she hints, “Yoongi was looking at you differently in the back seat that day.”

“W-what?” Your blush is for sure obvious now.

Ari laughs, propping her legs up like she’s some teenager talking with you about boys—technically you are, but the way she’s swaying her legs makes you feel like you’re sixteen.

“I bet you a hundred bucks that Yoongi caught feelings for you back then. Maybe even before then,” she gushes, kicking her feet back and forth.

“Well I’d for sure win because I don’t think he liked me back then,” you comment, turning your attention back to your computer.

It takes Yoongi around a week for his fever to disappear and for you to finally see him again. You haven’t seen him yet, but you will see him in a bit as the four of you head towards the diner for your double date.

Ari is double checking your make-up—the brush forming circles on your cheeks to blend the blush in. When she’s done, she takes a step back to admire her work. “You look amazing,” she tells you. “I should have gone to school for this rather than linguistics,” she sighs, shaking her head as she places the brush on her desk next to you.

You chuckle, getting up from her desk chair and head towards the mirror to look yourself over. You spent hours trying to figure out what to wear. Should you go for something cute? Casual?

You’ve been on a double date with Ari and Hoseok before, but that was with Hanbin. This time you’re with Yoongi, and Yoongi makes you feel completely different than Hanbin did. You’re nervous. Scared.

“You look fine, Y/N,” Ari groans when she realizes you’re second guessing your outfit. You’re wearing a black sweater, blue jeans and sneakers. You look so plain, but Ari did say it’s a dinner at the diner and then a movie. You guys aren’t going anywhere fancy, so why are you stressing so much?

“I’m freaking out for some reason,” you confess. “More than I did with Hanbin.”

“You had feelings for Hanbin, Y/N.” You watch your roommate from the mirror, her eyes focused on the small mirror on her desk as she applies mascara. “You have feelings for Yoongi, too, but this is different.” She looks at you through her mirror. “You’re in love with Yoongi.”

Your heart races at the memory—words you have forgotten you even told him come flooding back. She’s right. When you dated Hanbin, you had feelings for him, but now that you’re dating Yoongi—this is even before you started dating him, you fell in love with him… when did you fall in love with him?

When did your heart decide that it’s no longer a crush but something more?

“Okay I’m done,” Ari says, interrupting your thoughts. She gets up from her seat and turns to you. “Ready to go?”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter, swallowing the lump in your throat as you walk to your bed and grab your bag and phone.

Following your best friend out the room, Hoseok and Yoongi have just stepped into the hallway. Their gaze meets yours, and for a second the world around you disappears. He looks the same, but you feel like it’s the first time you’ve seen him all over again.

You’re in the MPR on move in day three years ago. You’re standing in the corner with Ari, the room filled with students from your floor are talking to one another, waiting for the RAs to begin the meeting.

Ari is talking about a couple of cute people in the room—some tall, short hair, long hair, beards, and so on, but you’re not listening. You happen to look across the room and see him leaning against the wall. Strands of his black hair are peaking through his cap, just grazing along his forehead. His expression is bored, eyes cast to the ground in front of him. The person next to him is talking, but just like you, he’s not listening. He’s in his own world.

However, he finally looks up and towards the front where the RAs finally begin the meeting. Your eyes never stray from his direction. You feel as though you’ve been captivated. The world around you is going silent, the only thing you can see is him. You’ve never felt this way before—never had your heart beat so fast, breath catch in your throat, it’s weird.

“Are you staring at your future boyfriend?” Ari asks, causing you to jump and finally look at her.

“What?” you mutter, heat rising in your cheeks.

Your new roommate chuckles, looking back towards the front. “We’ll talk about it in the room,” she says, a smile still on her face.

You look towards the front, hoping your cheeks aren’t as red as you think they are. However, your eyes drift over towards the stranger again, but as your eyes land on him, you realize he’s looking at you.

It’s strange. For that brief moment, the world lights up around him and you forget where you are. And as you said, it was a brief moment because you immediately look away when you realize he’s looking at you.

Maybe, just maybe, it was that moment you fell in love with him without even knowing you did.

“Ready to go?” Hoseok asks, holding his hand out towards Ari.

She happily takes it and replies, “We are.” They make their way down the hall and you follow, but you’re stopped short when you feel Yoongi grab your wrist. You look back to him, his eyes already on you. You swear your heart skipped a beat.

“We’ll be there in a sec,” he tells the other two, and you look back towards them, watching them as they stare at you in confusion for a second. Then it seems they understand faster than you do.

“Okay,” Ari answers, looking to you with a teasing like smile.

The two turn back around and continue down the hall and out the door, leaving just you and Yoongi in the hallway. Finally, you turn to look at him and ask, “Is everything okay?”

“I just needed a moment with you,” he replies, pulling you back towards him as he digs in his pocket and pulls out his ID. He presses it to his scanner and opens the door, pulling you in with him. The room is dark, but you can still see the outlines of the room.

When the door closes, you’re pushed up against it, Yoongi pinning you. You can feel his breath hitting your lips. “I don’t think I can wait until we’re alone,” he tells you.

You understand what he means and say nothing but press your lips to his with the need that’s been building up since you last kissed him. Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back, cupping your cheeks. Your heart is racing as the two of you kiss with urgency. His mint breath invades your nostrils, his breathing heavy as his lips move along yours.

You grab onto his shirt, pulling him closer to you, wanting to feel as much heat as possible. Yoongi understands your need and presses himself against you, pinning you completely against the wall, his hands leaving your face and going to your waist.

His tongue brushes along your lower lip. You comply with his need, opening your mouth for his tongue to explore. Your tongues dance along with each other, exploring new territory. Yoongi’s hands travel under your sweater, his warm fingers brushing along your skin, sending a chill throughout your body.

You let out a small gasp, body feeling warm all over, wanting more. You begin to lift his hoodie, ready for whatever is about to happen, but Yoongi pulls back lightly, the tips of his fingers no longer on your skin.

“‘They’re waiting for us,” he gasps, lips brushing along yours as he spoke.

You don’t care. You want to stay right where you are. You want him.

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Night Changes [One]

Night Changes Series Masterlist

Summary: It may have been years since Poe and the reader have seen one another, but that doesn’t make the emotional upheaval any easier to navigate for either of them.

Warnings: Fuck ton of angst, language, a lot of feelings, mentions of death and loss, grief. WC-5,780 (Jesus buckle up I guess!)

Poe was dreaming.

Nothing particularly special, but it was a dream nonetheless, a break from the usual nightmares that tended to invade his sleeping mind night after night when all he wanted was to succumb to the darkness for a few hours. The dream was more of a memory, a replaying of a night back on Yavin-4 so many years ago before he and Charlie had gone to flight school.

A night like every other, yet the humid evenings on Yavin 4 always did seem to hold a little mystery, like a warm blanket that wrapped one in a false sense of security; he could do anything. And on that evening, he had snuck some of his father’s good whiskey, the stuff from a planet far, far away, and gone to knock on Charlie’s window in the cover of darkness. It wasn’t exactly an uncommon occurrence, though the whiskey was a new addition.

Charlie had answered immediately, a big grin stretching across his face even before he saw what Poe had brought, the relief in that grin piquing his curiosity-why did he seem grateful that Poe was there? When he climbed through the window, he found you were already there, sat on the floor across the small bedroom with your back against the end of Charlie’s bed, your face wet with tears and he understood your brothers reaction.

Before Poe could ask what was wrong, Charlie noticed the bottle in Poe’s hands and tapped it excitedly, “Just what we needed! How do you do it, brother?” His voice was always so loud, but in the Horn household it wasn’t an issue. Your mother was asleep on the other side of the house and even if she did wake, she wouldn’t come in and begrudge a little teen rebellion. Poe really liked her for that, for trusting them, for never making him feel unwelcome.

“Didn’t realize it would come in so handy. What's going on, sweetheart?” The affectionate nickname had been around for years, so long now that he hardly noticed himself using it. He liked the way it tugged the corners of your lips up, even when you were sad. But he didn’t like that you were sad right now, his concern only growing when you pulled your knees to your chest and dropped your head to them, hiding your face and, no doubt, a fresh wave of tears.

You had always hated crying in front of them, for some reason. Charlie never cried, but Poe had no issues with sobbing outright in front of you both. He didn’t understand why you felt you had to hide it from him.

Without speaking, Charlie and Poe sat down on either side of you, your brother taking the whiskey and opening it, taking a small swig and huffing through the smoky burn.“Kid, you tell him.” He used that extra soft voice reserved only for you, his free hand reaching over to pat your foot on the ground next to him.

Poe had his shoulder pressed against yours. He knew you enjoyed how warm he always was, that you thought of him as your personal furnace, cuddling him even on warm days like this because you seemed to forever run a little chilly, or maybe you were just a touchy person and you were that comfortable with Poe.

After a few moments of quiet sniffling, you finally raised your head, setting your chin on your knees and staring straight ahead. “Gus ended things earlier.” You whispered into the moonlit room, your voice wavering somewhat with emotion, though Poe could sense it was more of embarrassment and disappointment of being dumped than that of actual heartbreak.

Poe felt an odd mixture of both anger and relief sweep through him, the latter of which he resolutely shoved away, into the far reaches of his mind to be stubbornly ignored. “That kriffing asshole! Who does he think he is, dumping our girl?” And truly, what the fuck audacity did that guy have? Did he not have eyes? Did he not spend just five minutes with you and feel like he was sitting in the company of a Sun, so bright and warm as you were?

You gave a watery laugh at his words, and Poe felt warmth pool in his chest; he was always good at making you laugh. He saw Charlie’s shoulders sag somewhat with relief upon hearing you, always so protective and yet he had difficulty reigning in some of your big emotions, often looking to Poe for his help.

“He said it was because I’m a prude. Because I wouldn’t, you know,” You broke off, and Poe glanced down at you to see you bite your lip briefly, eyes still forward, “He said there was no point going on dates if I wouldn’t even give him the chance to, and I quote, ‘appreciate your tits properly, at the least.’”

Poe turned to face you fully now, his eyes meeting Charlies over your head. His friend looked just as annoyed as Poe felt, hearing what that skinny piece of shit had dared to say to you. A silent agreement crossed between them then, Gus would be meeting their fists come morning. For now, though, Poe focused on you, tossing an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to your hair, “He’s a prize fucking idiot, sweetheart, doesn’t know what he’s losing. Right, Charlie?”

“Exactly. Remember kid, no guy is ever going to deserve you because you are perfect. You don’t need to cry over someone who can’t see how lucky he is you even let him breathe the same air as you,” Charlie added his arm to your shoulders, curving under Poe’s, “Flyboy and I will take care of you, always.” He promised, and you nodded before reaching both hands up to grab each of theirs on your shoulders.

“Thank you.”

And Poe stayed the night, each of you taking turns to sip the whiskey until eventually sleep won out and Charlie crashed on his bed. You and Poe curled up on some pillows on the floor together, your head resting on his chest and even though he knew you were sad, which made him sad too, he couldn’t help but feel truly whole in those moments before sleep took over.

It was a good memory, one which he would have been content to remain in until the abrupt and incessant whirring and beeping of his droid woke him, Poe shooting up in his bed with a shout of surprise. “What? Are we being attacked?”

BB8 came to a stop near the edge of his bed, his noises growing quieter now that he’d woken Poe up.

“Buddy, it’s my day off. You better have a good reason for scaring the living hell out of me-“

The droid beeped again, clarifying his reason for interrupting his rest day. Interest piqued, Poe ran a hand over his face before planting his feet on the floor and leaning towards the droid.

“The new replacement is here? Guess that means the General wants me to come and meet them?”

BB8 confirmed, and now his alarming wake-up made more sense. The droid was as excited as Poe to meet his new second in command. He’d just lost his long-time friend, Jess Pava, to a new unit on an outpost for the Resistance. He’d recommended her for it, at her bequest, because he knew she’d be damn good for the role. But it didn’t make the loss any less disruptive; she’d been gone a few weeks now and he’d had to take on extra duties to compensate.

General Organa had profusely apologized to him a few times now, only explaining that the replacement was due back from a classified mission ‘soon’, and once they were they would be coming straight to D’Qar to join his squadron. He didn’t mind the work, but he was a little miffed that the day the new Major arrived was his only day off.

Poe quickly got himself ready for the day, taking a speedy shower in his fresher before pulling on his khaki’s and button up. Once pleased with his appearance, he stepped out of the fresher and walked toward his small desk area, above which he had a corkboard with a few mementos pinned up, including his favourite picture.

You were standing in the middle, sandwiched between him and Charlie, a big, goofy grin on your face. Charlie was laughing in the photo, and Poe was looking down at you with a fond smile. You all wore flight suits, as it was taking when you had first joined Gold Squadron. Charlie had his arm flung over your shoulders while Poe’s was snaked around your waist. You had your arms wrapped around each of their waists, though Poe remembers how your hand had brushed up his back before the picture was taken, fingers unknowingly leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

He looked at this photo every morning, tapped it once and then carried on with his day. It was the only time he allowed his conscious mind to think of Charlie, of you, and the life he lost in the blink of an eye.

When the door to his quarters opened, Poe saw a few service droids unloading a couple of crates into the room directly across from his. The room where the new member of his team would live. He could see within the unit as the door was open for the droids to carry items in, a few cases already inside the otherwise bare space.

Being careful to step around the droids and avoid falling over his own, who was wheeling excitedly along next to Poe, he made his way to command, hoping the introductions wouldn’t take too long. He had woken up with a big appetite.

And he really needed his morning caf.

“Ready to meet them, buddy?” He asked of his droid, and BB8 gave a happy little ‘weeee’ as he zoomed along beside Poe. He laughed loudly and BB8 pulled ahead, the doors of the command room opening at their approach.

Poe could see into the room now, activity within quiet enough that General Organa and the new arrival both heard his laughter and turned as he walked into the room. For a few beats, Poe kept walking, his mind not processing what he was seeing because it simply could not be. And then he froze, mid-stride.

It was you.

And from the patch on your uniform, it was now Major Horn.

And just like that, every emotion, every feeling of guilt and self-hatred and heartbreak came roaring to the surface, breaking through the walls he’d so carefully built up around what he’d done when he lost Charlie, when he’d lost you, walls he spent the last few years reinforcing as best he could.

Leia knew of the history, though she didn’t know any details of why neither of you had spoken since that terrible fucking night. She simply knew you’d all grown up together, which was probably why she hadn’t felt the need to warn Poe that it was you coming to take over as his second in command. Maybe she thought you had kept in touch and were expecting her.

Stars, Poe hadn’t seen you in person since the funeral. The night he ruined the best thing he had in his life because he couldn’t deal with his grief and took it all out on you, of all people. Poe thought of Charlie then because your brother and you looked a bit alike, but it was your eyes; you each had the exact same eyes. Though yours were lined with thick, long lashes that would sometimes tickle Poe’s cheeks when you would lean in and press a chaste kiss to them.

It had only been a few years, but so much about you had changed. Gone was the goofy girl with braids falling past her shoulders, her big smile that stretched from ear to ear. No, now Poe was looking at you and you were all grown up, wearing your uniform, hair pulled back into a low bun that was woven with intricate braids, a few wisps framing your face. You had leaned out slightly, though you still had your curves, the ones that had boy after boy falling for you back in the day-no doubt now it was man after man. He found his eyes flicking from your face to your hands, but he saw no ring. Not that he should even be thinking of whether you were single or not.

But somehow, it felt like he should know if you were with someone. Because Charlie would have expected Poe to always keep an eye on you, be there for you. The only person he let down more than Charlie was you. He knew his best friend would murder him if he knew the things Poe had said to you that night. He had never known a greater regret, a regret that he carried with him since the moment he spoke and watched your face contort in pain, as though he’d hit you with a physical blow.

He had wanted to apologize, to take it all back that very moment. He couldn’t believe himself, but you’d pull away to be sick and he was so shocked at how much he’d managed to hurt you that he couldn’t do anything other than listen to you when you ordered him to get away from you.

The irony of that wasn’t lost on him, either.

He’d walked straight to the hangar where his x-wing was parked and took it out, finding a secluded spot a few hours away to camp for two days, just to clear his head. He cried and grieved and then he realized just how badly he’d fucked up and he panicked. He started to plan how he would apologize, what he would do to earn your forgiveness and then tell you how he truly felt. But he failed you, hurt you, and he knew he had a lot of work ahead to repair what he’d broken.

Only, when he came back to base and sought you out, he instead found Jess and Tommy waiting for him by your room, their faces so grim his heart had stopped in his chest, and he’s not sure it ever restarted once he found out you’d left. Without a word or a note, you had just...deserted him.

And he knew he deserved it, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. Nor did finding out that you’d been clever enough to have your new assignment sealed, eliminating any chance he could have had of going after you.

And he would have. He’d have flown across the galaxy to find you.

Instead, Poe was alone and never, ever forgave himself for being the reason you had fled in the first place.

Eventually, Poe grew enough in rank that he was able to access your private files. He only did so now and again, just to check-in and make sure you were still alive and on active duty. The last time he’d checked had been about five months ago, and it had stated you were on a classified mission that even he couldn’t access the details of. But he knew you were alive and doing well enough that you were getting assigned seriously high-class missions. Charlie would have been so proud of you.

It was a few awkward moments before Poe was able to function, quickly shaking off his shock and continuing forward, his eyes tearing away from your too-blank expression to meet the warm gaze of General Organa. “Commander Dameron, I believe you know Major Horn here. Thank you for coming to greet her with me this morning.” Leia smiled between him and you, and Poe had to swallow before returning it, breaking out his usual grin.

When he looked back at you, he found your blank expression had now morphed into one of utter contempt. An insane part of him wanted to laugh, because how could (y/n) Horn, his best friend since he was a boy, the girl who had owned his heart, ever look at him like that?

Instead, Poe forced a friendly smile, nodding to you politely, “Welcome, Major. It’s...it’s good to see you. And congratulations on your promotion. I’m happy to have you join our team.” He stuck his hand out and hoped you would grasp it.

Your eyes, so much more intense than he ever remembered, searched his face for a second before you took his proffered hand and shook, a small smile appearing on your lips.

“It’s an honour to be here, Commander.” You replied, and Poe had to blink, pulling his hand way almost too quickly. Stars, you even sounded more grown-up. Your voice had always been a little breathy, which Poe had always found alluring. But now it had matured, the breathless way you spoke now demure, feminine.

“I was just telling Major Horn that after you two had met the day was open,” Leia said, seemingly unaware of the tension between her two best pilots, “I know you earned this day off, Commander, so enjoy it!”

Poe couldn’t help but give her a wide grin, “Thank you, General.”

“Yes, thank you for taking the time to...reunite us, General.” You said, excusing yourself before abruptly walking past Poe and out of command.

He rushed after you, BB8 still at his side, now beeping in confusion at what the hell was going on. Poe ignored the droid, catching up to you just down the hall. “Wait...(y/n)...”

He trailed off, unsure of what he could even say to you, questioning why he’d stopped your departure. You ceased walking and turned to look at Poe, your expression now openly hostile, which he knew he deserved yet it still stung. He opened and closed his mouth a few times as he stood before you, a huge part of him wishing you’d start yelling at him. Or hitting him.

Instead, you gazed up at Poe and after a moment your face fell, a storm of emotions rolling across your pretty features. You took a careful, measured step back from him, as if afraid he might try and reach out to you. “I didn’t know I was coming here to be on your team,” You didn’t meet his eyes when you spoke, instead focusing on the droid at his feet, “But this is a big opportunity for me, so we’ll make it work.”

You sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself rather than Poe, but he nodded all the same. “Of course. And you deserve it.”

You scoffed, “Thanks so much, Commander.”

“I’ve missed you.”

He didn’t know what possessed him to say that. It was just that one moment you were biting your lip, and then the next you were giving him a familiar look of incredulity that he remembered receiving more than once growing up and he suddenly needed you to hear that he did miss you. Missed you more than you could ever really know.

Poe saw a flash in your eyes before you spun on your heels and marched away, not looking back. He didn’t try to follow you again. He knew there wasn’t a whole lot he could say, not right now when you were both still reeling from the shock of seeing one another again.

And what could he even say to you? Sorry for taking our friendship and smashing it to pieces at the worst possible time? For never speaking to you again because I was too cowardly to try and find you, especially once I realized how deeply I felt for you? And how could he explain how those feelings seemed to develop over such a long time that he didn’t recognize them for what they truly were until you were gone?

Charlie would have hated what had happened between you both. He would have killed Poe, easily, but he’d had also been disappointed in you. Charlie had protected you both that day because you and Poe were his family, and if he found out that his family never spoke again after the funeral? He’d have been livid.

Guilt and regret now at the forefront of his mind, Poe had lost his appetite. Instead, he found the nearest caf machine before hurrying to the flight deck and climbing in his x-wing eager to get off the ground and clear his head for a few hours.

He spent the rest of the morning thinking about Charlie, his heart tight in his chest.

✨

“I’ve missed you.”

You could hit him, you really could. No one was around, either, you might get away with it. But that would be too easy and not nearly as satisfying as you might hope, you knew.

The audacity of Poe fucking Dameron saying he missed you was so infuriating, you briefly considered violence. But you had grown up with him, knew the way he worked even if it had been a few years. You could hate him and still understand him, which meant that he wanted you to give him a strong reaction that he could confront head-on. Scream and punch and cry and he would instantly work to comfort, to apologize, but it was really just a way to make himself feel better.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

You spun away-not before seeing the pained expression cross his face-and hurried off. You figured if you still had such a decent read on him, the same went for Poe. He’d always been able to read you, your body language, expressions, hell Charlie usually went to Poe for help when he couldn’t figure out how to support you, comfort you.

You needed some time alone, time to process and figure out the best way to make this work.

When you were invited by the General herself to come to D’Qar, to work under her ‘top pilot and most trusted Commander’, you hadn't blinked before saying yes. And you’d known that it would mean, inevitably, seeing Poe again-you knew he still worked here. But you’d had no idea until he walked into command that morning that it was his team you were joining.

When you’d been standing with General Organa in the control room, chatting amicably about the weather, the very last thing you’d expected to hear was his booming, rich laugh. And then the doors had opened, a small droid whizzing in, and his laughter continued as he stepped into the room. You had thought you might pass out, throw up, or start screaming.

With no idea what he was doing there, you had simply stared at him, watched as he reacted to seeing you. Actively working to keep your expression blank, you stared at your once best friend for the first time in years, going numb inside.

In some ways it had been almost comical; he’d frozen mid-step and gaped at you stupidly for a few beats before coming to his senses and continuing forward. And it was at that moment you had realized he was the superior you were meeting. He was the Commander you’d be working under. When he stood directly in front of you, your mind betrayed you by immediately zoning in on one specific thought.

But stars, he’d aged well.

When he finally was able to collect himself enough to wipe the surprise off of his face, it had settled into that easy smile you remembered so well. The one you tried to never think of because of the pain that would build in your chest, the memories and feelings that you had refused to look back on for a very long time now at risk of bursting through your mental walls if you weren’t careful.

Now, that smile revealed a slight crinkling around his eyes, though he hadn’t changed much beyond that. He was just as broad and lean as you remembered, just as handsome and you thought he might be a little more built up, a new layer of muscle moving under his button-up. Charlie would have loved to tease him over the grey flecks you could barely discern in his raven locks, and you suddenly wondered if your brother would have had any grey hair himself.

Those thoughts were fleeting at that moment before fury and sadness and longing were suddenly overtaking you and it was all you could do to remain composed in front of the General when, for the first time in years, you wanted to crumble to the ground. That fucking grin of his, it was always maddening, always so attractive and disarming.

When you were kids, he’d do it to get away with something and even though your parents knew he’d done it, it would work and he’d barely get a slap on the wrist. As teenagers, the strongest memory you had of that grin was one time when he’d climbed into Charlie’s room late at night and your brother wasn’t there-he’d fallen asleep on the couch-so Poe wandered to your room.

You had just gotten out of the fresher, having taken a quick rinse off to cool down, and hadn’t shut the door. Your bedroom door was closed and it was the middle of the night; you hadn’t expected any company. And then Poe just sauntered in, his eyes on your bed where he doubtless thought he’d find you. You had barely had time to freeze, completely naked and mid-stride as you sought a clean nightgown when he seemed to sense you. His head had jerked in your direction in surprise.

That memory forever burned into your mind. The way his eyes had fallen, then snapped up to your face and instead of seeing amusement or a pervy smirk, Poe had slapped his hands over his eyes, cursed, apologized vehemently in a loud whisper, and then he grinned. That grin, just as powerful even though his eyes were covered. It spread across his face and you couldn’t help but laugh despite your embarrassment, quickly throwing on a nightgown before walking over and punching him in the sides a few times, hissing didn’t he know how to knock?

And though you worried it might affect things between you and your best friend, it never did seem to. For you, it did in some ways because you couldn’t seem to get the look on his face (the one that slipped out just before he could properly react and compose himself) out of your head and you wondered what it meant-if anything. He still stayed the night, climbing into your bed, his arms casually behind his head as he laid next to you and told you about his day while never once teasing you.

At one point, when sleep was close, eyes drooping and your cheek resting against his arm, Poe’s soft voice had pulled you from unconsciousness. Barely a whisper, he said, “I really am sorry I came in without knocking, sweetheart. Please forgive me.”

And he’d sounded so concerned, so genuinely stressed that you would be mad at him, you had snuggled closer into his side and murmured your reassurances until eventually, you fell asleep.

Today, however, it was only memories of what that smile used to mean to you and anger for what it was now. That he got to keep that easy fucking grin all these years, it only pissed you off. The logical part of you knew he had been just as surprised to see you and was no doubt struggling himself now, but you didn’t have room to care.

He had been the one to break you, to take your friendship and pulverize it by saying the worst possible things to you.

He had broken you.

That fight hadn’t just been the loss of what you had thought was the greatest friendship in the galaxy. It had been the final moment that took your life from carefree and fun to what it was now, what it had been since. Joyless, lacking, lonely-so fucking lonely.

That had been the night you had to grow up, realizing that not only was Charlie gone, but the life you’d had was too. Gone were the days of adventure, of going on test flights and racing one another, of Poe getting you drinks at the cantina and Charlie sitting with his arm slung casually over your shoulders, until any of you spotted someone who caught your interest. Someone who would only be around for the night but would bring a little pleasure and escape. Charlie was more often the one to go home with such a person, happy to play the field and often making new friends you’d see again, even though he never exclusively dated them.

And the little flare of excitement you’d get each time it was just you and Poe? That had been carefree too because whatever it meant didn’t need to be examined, it just was. Casual touches that lingered and sent heat up your spine, easy and flowing conversation, long hugs even when you’d see each other the next day. All of that had been such a prominent fixture in your life, the slow escalation between you and Poe was something that, to this day, you never tried to understand.

But then Charlie died; everything changed, and you left and never looked back. All the while, Poe Dameron kept grinning like that. Fuck, fuck!

You almost walked straight past your new room, so lost in your thoughts and memories, but thankfully a passing droid greeting you politely pulled to the moment, and you only had to retrace a few steps back. Immense relief washed over you the moment you saw that all of your items had been delivered and unpacked, only a box of mementos and photos left on your desk for you to find new homes for.

Even the bed had been made already. And as much as you wanted to just climb under the covers and shut the world away, you instead set yourself to the task of putting the final touches on your space.

The room was silent save for your occasional gasps and hiccups as you let your emotions run free in the privacy. You proudly displayed the plaque you had been given from the Resistance following Charlie’s funeral; a handsome photo of him in uniform set in the middle, his name inscribed along with his rank, years of life and final resting place on Yavin-4. His flight suit patch was attached to the plaque above the photo, the final touch to a beautiful little tribute to Charlie that you could take with you wherever in the galaxy you went.

The final item you pulled out was a small protective album for photos you displayed in your room. You pulled out the photos, ones of you and Charlie as kids, of your parents, of the whole family plus Poe during one hilariously disastrous little vacation that resulted in all of you returning home and ignoring one another for three days, even Poe. A few from your teen years, early and late, Poe and Charlie usually taking up the most space in the photos between their sizes and huge smiles, and the final photo you had was your absolute favourite.

Smushed between Charlie and Poe, you had a smile on your face that hadn’t been seen in years. It was silly, girlish and youthful and not the person you were anymore. You were looking at the camera, Charlie with his big arm over the top of your shoulders, laughing as he looked toward the camera as well. Poe was looking at you. Giving you a warm smile that you always suspected he only shared with you, one that melted his eyes to pools of warm honey and made your insides wriggle. You remember how his hand burned where he gripped your waist, and you had instinctively traced your hand up his spine in the moment, though you never understood why.

That photo both broke your heart and made you smile every time you looked at it. The last photo of the three of you together, the three of you happy. A photo that not only showed your love for one another but also hinted at that feeling you never did examine. A photo that revealed that feeling might not have been one-sided, not at all.

When you finished your tidying, you took a seat at your desk and used your data pad to pull up your schedule, curious what the days ahead would look like. Right away you could see no missions in the queue, though that could change in an instant. And as eager as you were to get flying, you knew it would probably be best to spend the next couple of days trying to establish yourself on base, meet the rest of your team, and figure out how you were going to keep a cool head spending so much time working with Poe.

With a heavy sigh, you glanced at the clock and decided a late lunch was in order, hopeful that the weird hour would leave the caf quiet. Although you knew you’d be recognized you did hope to push that off for as long as possible.

You needed to swallow back your feelings and face the fact that you weren’t just working directly for General Leia. You were back on D’Qar; a planet that Charlie had spent enough time on, even before you joined Gold Squadron, to make lasting friendships and leave an incredible reputation behind after he’d died. You hadn’t been back since the funeral, so it was inevitable that others would be bringing him up, asking after you, where you had disappeared to, why you’d left without saying goodbye to pretty much everyone.

You needed to suck it up because you had a job to do and your work for the Resistance was the only thing anymore that made your life worthwhile. No family, no close friends, no partners, just fighting the fight and being the best damn pilot you could be.

You wondered if Charlie would be proud of you. Of how far you’d come, of the fact that you were now the same rank as he had been before his death. But after seeing Poe today you knew that wouldn’t have entirely been the case, not with how things all ended up.

So, you reasoned with yourself, that meant that you had to work extra hard here on D’Qar to push aside the history between you and your Commander. And actually, indifference and coldness were probably going to be your best assets going forward.

At least you had a game plan.

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Hiding

This is my entry for the Hinny FicFest 2021 hosted by @clarensjoy. Thank you for organising it! There were so many lovely prompts to choose from and originally I wanted to write something really angsty for this one, but then decided to approach this in a much more lighthearted way.

Thank you @accio-broom for beta-reading! You are the best!

Prompt 2: Ginny gets sick and won’t admit it Rating: GA Pairing: Harry/Ginny Summary: Ginny had a bad day, including an unfortunate injury, which she tries to hide from Harry.

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Ginny walked out of St. Mungo’s with a limp and a glare that would put Hermione’s cat Crookshanks to shame. The world was against her these last couple of days; she just knew it.

It had started with a horrendous loss against a team the Harpies were positive they would never lose to; the Chudley Cannons. The orange excuse of a professional Quidditch Team had beat them, and it wasn’t even a close match. They lost 590 to 120—an absolute disaster.

Of course, her insufferable brother had lost his mind, along with all the other Cannon fans in the stands. It had been the first time the Cannons won in what must’ve been years, which resulted in the players not even hearing the referee’s whistle, signalling the end of the game.

Ginny had given Ron the tickets to this match as a birthday present. As long as the Cannons lost every single time, and she could greet her brother with a smug grin, she was okay with Ron switching his Harpies jersey with her number on it to his orange Cannon one. This time though, Ginny found it nothing short of traitorous, and even her family, including Harry, had the gal to congratulate Ron. Her brother would make sure she would never forget this day, no matter how many times the Harpies would kick their arses in the future.

The Harpies, quite demoralised from their previous match, had shown up at training the next day, as usual. After a pep talk by their coach, the team had pepped up, flying different manoeuvres and acting out the strategies for their game against Ballycastle the next day.

Enjoying the wind on her face, as well as the feeling that only flying so high up in the air could provide, Ginny had forgotten all about their loss and solely concentrated on getting the Quaffle inside one of the three loops from every possible angle. She had been so engaged in training that she noticed the dangerous wheezing of the Bludger one second too late. Although she could dive away to avoid getting hit in the face, the ball collided with her left ankle, and the next thing she knew, she was lying on a stretcher as a medi-wizard treated her injury.

A broken ankle usually could be treated by the team’s healers, but the young man insisted on transferring her to the hospital as he suspected a more complicated fracture. And because it was Ginny’s lucky week, he had been right eventually.

The healer who treated her advised Ginny not to play against Ballycastle as the Skele-gro would cause a great deal of pain, and painkillers were strictly forbidden at Quidditch matches, especially pain-relief potion which had strong side effects, and therefore, were a danger to herself and others while on a broom.

Against the healer’s strongest protests, Ginny refused the skele-gro and asked the middle-aged woman to stabilize her ankle and give her some light painkillers that would wear off until tomorrow.

Ginny needed to play tomorrow. A few days ago, Oliver had tipped her off that the national trainers would be watching the game against Ballycastle, and there was just no way she would pass this chance to show them that she was the right choice to play for England. Even if they only let her join as a reserve Chaser, it would be her ticket to play international Quidditch.

While the discussion with the healer had been annoying but without any chance for the St. Mungo’s employee to change Ginny’s mind, the real battle would be at home. If Harry got even the slightest hint about his wife’s injury, a fight would break out, fitting these infuriating last two days.

Harry, usually being blissfully oblivious to most things, immediately noticed when something was up with Ginny. While most times, this little fact warmed her heart, it was rather unfortunate today. And ever since Harry joined the Aurors, he had become even more of a bloodhound when he sensed a secret.

Ginny was determined to try her best to appear normal when she carefully walked out of the fireplace and into the living room of Grimmauld Place. As she expected, Harry sat on the settee, reading the sports section of the Daily Prophet.

“Hey, Gin,” Harry greeted her, looking up as she walked over to where he was sitting, “How was training? Did Rodgers let you off earlier today?”

The painkillers still in effect, Ginny leaned down to kiss her husband, carefully lifting her weight off her injured ankle. Kissing Harry always made her feel good, but after her dreadful day, it simply felt like heaven.

With one swift movement, Harry pulled her down with him on the settee. She cuddled up against his side, inhaling his scent as she trailed kisses down his neck. As their kisses became more heated, Harry rolled on top of her, and just as she was about to sigh because of the sweet friction, a pained whimper escaped her when Harry hit Ginny’s foot with his leg.

He immediately jumped up, eyes going wide, and Ginny knew that she lost her little hiding game. Carefully sitting up, she waited until Harry crouched down in front of her, looking at her worried.

“Are you hurt? What’s wrong with your foot?”

“Just a small accident at training today,” Ginny tried to reassure him, “Nothing serious.”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Why does it still hurt then? Your medi-staff can heal most injuries in a heartbeat.”

“I said I’m fine,” Ginny said, cursing her bloody Weasley genes as she felt her ears turning red. As graceful as possible, she stood up, heading for the kitchen. Besides the fact that she didn’t want to have this conversation, she was also hungry.

Of course, the conversation was far from over because Harry followed her into the kitchen, watching her with a raised eyebrow as Ginny made herself a sandwich. When she turned to face Harry, she tried to casually stand on her good foot, pretending her ankle wasn’t throbbing in a more penetrant manner now. Obviously, the painkillers had already started to wear off.

“Why are you hiding this, Gin?” Harry asked, sitting down on one of the kitchen chairs, “Why didn’t you just go to a healer?”

“Because they would give me skele-gro and a pain-relief potion, meaning I wouldn’t be able to play tomorrow.”

“So? Ginny, I know you are amazing, but I’m sure the Harpies can manage one match without you.”

“Yes, they sure can,” Ginny huffed in frustration, “But if I don’t play, the scouts for the English national team possibly won’t take me into consideration.”

Harry stood up and walked over to his wife, leaning down to get on eye-level with her. “To quote your brother: Are you fucking mental?”

“It’s my career, Harry! Playing for England is the dream, and I refuse to let this silly little injury get in the way.”

Instead of commenting on this, he gently took Ginny’s hand, leading her to sit on a chair. More out of discomfort because of her increasingly throbbing ankle than the willingness to sit down, Ginny complied anyway.

“This is far too dangerous, Ginny. You can’t possibly hold yourself on a broom for-”

“This is not up for debate,” Ginny interrupted him, her tone clipped and her face now red from anger, “I’ll just grit my teeth long enough to play some of my best manoeuvres, and then I’ll ask for a timeout and Rodgers will put me on the bench.”

“And you think Rodgers will be alright with you playing injured? Or are you planning to hide it like you tried to hide it from me?”

“That’s none of your business.”

Harry sighed in frustration at her trademark Weasley-stubbornness but he took Ginny’s hand anyway.

“Okay, let’s put this into perspective, alright?” Ginny wanted to interrupt him, but Harry just kept talking. “You want to play in a game, most likely showing only a mediocre performance because of your broken ankle. Ginny, these scouts don’t have to see you play in this particular game. They know exactly who you are and what you’re capable of already. If you’re not playing in this match, they’ll watch you play in the next one. Assuming they want the very best for the national team, they’ll sure enough not write you off because you couldn’t make it to this match.”

Harry could tell that Ginny’s resolve was already crumbling, but he knew better than to stop here. “There are also your brothers, and more importantly, your mother. Molly will kill me if she learns you hurt yourself even more, despite me knowing of your injury.”

“But I’ve been looking forward to this game for so long,” Ginny sighed, frowning at the unfairness of it all.

“I know,” Harry said, leaning forward a little to softly kiss her pouting lips, “But you can’t play. It’s not just dangerous for you, but also for your teammates and Ballycastle.”

Harry’s words destroyed every resolve Ginny still had standing. The last thing she would want is someone getting hurt because of her stubbornness, and certainly not her beloved Harpies.

“Since when are you the voice of reason.” she groaned, letting her head fall against Harry’s chest and draping her arms around his neck.

Harry took this opportunity to swoop her up into his arms before walking towards the fireplace.

“Let’s get you to St. Mungo’s then.”

Ginny rolled her eyes, sighing at the prospect of the knowing look the healer will give her when she comes back.

Before Harry could floo over to the hospital, Ginny leaned up and placed a hot kiss against his throat.

“If I have to stay at home all day tomorrow, you better keep me company, Potter.”

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yeojaa · 4 years

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home sweet home.

[ read devil in a new suit ]

i just really, really wanted to explore a bit about kook’s family because i think it shines a big light on who this adorable baby is. i hope you enjoy! xo

pairing. jjk x f!reader. rating. explicit. tags. you’ll get cavities from reading this, honestly. but also, very light smut in the form of: inappropriate bullet egg use and tit groping (again, kook is a boob guy). wc. 1.7k.

You meet his parents on a Sunday afternoon, invited to their palatial home for family brunch. It’s the first one you’ve been invited to, despite the fact you and Jungkook have been dating for what feels like forever (but in reality is only six months).

Mama Jeon is an intimidating woman with a deceptively sweet face, aging gracefully around her eyes, the barely there lines upon her hands doing little to detract from her beauty. She holds herself with immeasurable grace, practically dances into her son’s embrace when the two of you step into the modernist’s dream, chicly decorated and swathed in neutral tones. It reminds you vaguely of Jungkook’s apartment - but decidedly more refined. Same colour palette, though.

“Jungkook-ah,” she hums, patting adoringly at his cheek when he passes a kiss against hers, looking every inch the mama’s boy he is.

“Eomma,” he returns, so giddy it makes your heart soar in your chest. He’s so easy to love - and so easily loving, offering the world to the woman who’d raised and loved him. Two hands - the picture of respect - pass over the box of pastries you’d picked up on your way, the bag of too-expensive fruit topping the container. (Apparently, his mother loves grapes, but only green ones.) “These are for you— from us.”

Now is when he gestures to you - standing just to the side, beyond his shoulder - with a flourish comparable to that of a game show host. It’s adorable how eager he is, beaming proudly at his eomma as he reaches for your hand, squeezes it tight between his own tattooed one.

When she turns to you, her expression is inscrutable.

This woman isn’t someone who wears her heart on her sleeve, offers pleasantries for the sake of it. She’s confident and critical (but soft, somehow, for the people she loves most), forged from steel and refined by experience. You’re simultaneously awed and afraid, a mixture of emotion you’re not quite used to.

She levels you with a look. A moment passes, then another. You wonder if your smile falters, eclipsed by the grey of her stare. (You feel like that one girl from that one movie about those crazy rich… what was it?)

Finally, she speaks, drags her eyes from your shoes - red Ferragamo pumps, with the signature bow detailing on the toe - up to your face. It feels more like a stringent assessment than a casual perusal, stirring heat beneath the colour of your blouse. You’re not nervous, per se, but you want her to like you. Right now, you can’t tell if she does - probably have a higher chance of winning the lottery than getting an answer. “Lovely to meet you, ____.” Her tone is warm enough, polite and paired with a tiny nod of her sophisticat head.

The patriarch of the family is the opposite of his mother, endlessly genial and full of booming laughter. It reminds you a little of Jungkook’s own giggle, but somehow more - rounded by years and years of full-belly laughing and further ingrained by the wrinkles around his eyes.

Just like his mother, Mr. Jeon is slim, good-looking in a way that comes from proper self-care and living an easy life. (Not that it’d always been this way, you remind yourself. Jungkook had told you how hard his parents had worked - all the long hours his father had put into getting where he was, able to support his wife and two children.) He encourages his son’s stories and looks fondly at his daughter - the spitting image of her mother, with the same round stare as Jungkook.

When your bowl runs empty, he makes sure it’s refilled, nodding in approval when his son is the one to make it happen. When his wife makes an off-hand comment in response to a story, he’s the one to chide her, however gently. He’s not nearly as sharp as she is, softly rounded edges like the toe of his slippers, the natural sag of his jaw with time.

(You get it now. Meeting his parents for the first time, juxtaposed so hilariously against each other, it all makes sense. Who Jungkook is, how he is equal parts soft and yielding and hesitant and distant. Why he smiles so freely - with wrinkles you see aged nearly three decades in his father’s face - but loves so tenderly, offering it with whispers of affection that you might miss, should you look away.)

His father asks you questions like he really cares, nodding thoughtfully each time he learns a little bit more about you.

“How did you two meet?” He’s bright-eyed, curious over the coffee mug he sandwiches in his grip. You imagine he’s heard the story - must have heard some form of it in passing from Jungkook - but you appreciate his interest nonetheless. He just wants to see the perspective from someone other than his lovestruck son.

You can’t help but laugh, sucking in your cheeks like you always do when you’re contemplative. Jungkook shifts at your side, drops his inked palm over your covered knee and squeezes. You’re not sure whether he’s reassuring you or himself with the gesture.

“He actually kept coming into my store.” It’s not a lie. Certainly not as scandalous as the full truth, but a truth nonetheless. That is how you’d met.

“Your store?” It’s Jisoo, curious and pretty from her seat where she’s still picking at the desserts you’d brought over. (She’s a fan of tart and tangy flavours, unlike her brother.) “Do you own a shop or something?”

You wonder how much she knows. You know she’s younger than either you or your partner, a student at Korea National University. Part of their dance program, if you’re not mistaken. You’d heard all about it a few weeks ago, when she’d sent a video to Jungkook and he’d raved about it nonstop, so proud of his little sister you couldn’t even make fun of him.

“I work at CELINE.”

That earns a noise of delight from Jisoo (together with an “oh my god, that’s so cool”) and a polite albeit disinterested nod from Mr. Jeon (if his nondescript but stylish clothes are any indication, luxury fashion isn’t his top priority).

What you don’t expect - what you just barely not from the corner of your eye - is the surprise written across Mrs. Jeon’s expression. As if she’s just learned something groundbreaking.

“You have a job?” Maybe she doesn’t mean it how it comes out, disbelieving and abrupt. You don’t let it rub you the wrong way, nodding. (You know where she’s coming from - you feel the same way about his exes as she does, it seems.) She’s hardly looking at you now, though, gaze trained on her beloved son. There’s a silent conversation happening between them - something you’re not privy to, an exchange held only with those matching eyes of theirs.

He’s upon you the moment he climbs into his car, clumsily knocking against the centre console as he drags your body closer, forces your knees apart with his hand unceremoniously shoved all the way into your silk crepe trousers.

“She likes you.” The words are muffled against your lips - already spit slick and swollen by how savagely he attacks them, tugs your bottom between his teeth and nibbles.

You know he means his mother. She’d hugged you on your way out, patted gently at your upper arm when she’d sent you both off with some leftovers in pretty ceramic containers. It’d been a surprising farewell from the woman who had otherwise kept you at arm’s length through most of brunch, offering small smiles and exchanging only the basest of pleasantries.

You have to admit - it feels a bit like taming a lion. You’re high on the feeling and it seems Jungkook is too, utterly delighted as he drags his finger through the arousal that’s all but ruined your thong, thin material shoved aside by his deft movements.

“Your sister?” You laugh - sound bitten off by the edge of your teeth when he teases at your folds, presses the tip of his fingers over your clit and circles back enough times to make you shudder.

He’s sucking into the sensitive spot beneath your ear, catching your earlobe with the wet point of his canines. “My mom,” he mumbles, burying himself into your skin as if he’d happily live there, make a home between your bones if you’d let him. (You would.) “She hugged you.” Hilariously enough, he sounds just as surprised as you.

“She did,” you hum - sigh when the pressure in your abdomen increases, mirroring the same one between your legs. He’s pulling gently at the cord peeking past your lips, tugging at the smooth pink egg snug within your pussy. It’s not on now - not like it had been all through brunch - but it still feels absurdly good, perfectly shaped just the right amount of stimulation against your fluttering walls.

Jungkook makes the softest noise, one that sounds like his heart falling into place, his soul settling where it feels most comfortable. It’s at odds with the way he gropes your chest over the smocked bodice of your blouse, seeking out the hardened bud of your nipple beneath layers of chiffon and macrame.

The tiny vibrator continues fucking into you, muscle walls clenching around it each time he yanks on the cord and then lets it fall back into place. You wish it were his fingers (wish it were his cock, more than that) but your pants fit too-well, tailored slim around your waist and flaring over your ankles.

Your 70’s pants, as your silly boyfriend liked to call them.

“I can’t wait to get you home.” It’s so dreamy, hazy with affection that overwhelms you. He’s looking at you so sweetly now, forehead resting against yours, entire palm pressed to your cunt. “K-knew you were always perfect but—” You lose sight of his lovely doe eyes, your own sliding closed when he stamps a kiss to your mouth, so terribly sweet it’s reminiscent of the cheesecake you’d just had.

You understand what he means without him having to finish the thought, smile of your own acting as the ending punctuation to your conversation.

Family means everything to him. Now, you were one step closer to being part of it.

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madluluwriting · 3 years

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1 and Kesett!!!!!!!

I had so much fun writing this! If you didn't know, the path to a being's heart is through his stomach.

1. “I’m not joining your freaky little cult, stop trying to bribe me with food.”

♥♥♥

Boba had a well ordained life. Not that he didn’t like unexpected event but there was a definite amount of it he could handle and crossing that line tended to put him under his desk breathing in a paper bag. Which was the major reason why he hated when the building’s standard called him for an appointment he hadn’t put in his agenda. For someone he didn’t know.

He was merely trying to get through his day, filing paperwork for the small record company he was running the secretary for. He loved this job, working with artists and musicians and-

Red. Fuck. Not him again.

“I don’t have any appointment with this man,” he declared as he entered the lobby. “Please leave,” he addressed the red head, “or I’m calling security.”

The man gave him a kicked puppy look and he sighed, pinching his brow. He never should have agreed to this party at Cody’s place. His brother’s boyfriend was involved with some weird things constantly. Which… Ok, he did urbex and pseudo haunted houses exploration so it was probably normal that it followed him home in some sense. Except Boba never would have accepted to live with someone who seemed to attract ghosts and unexplained phenomena.

“Boba, please, let me explain,” the red head pleaded.

Boba pinched his lips and glared at the receptionist who seemed to get way too much in watching their interaction. She rolled her eyes and ostensibly turned back to her screen.

“You have two minutes,” he said, trying to look bored as he glanced at his watch.

“It was- I wanted to prank your brother and my friend… Well, Merrin is not very good with faces. Please it’s all a big misunderstanding. I just wanted to apologize.”

“So, you didn’t deliberately lock me up in the kitchen with a fucking troll?! Is that you’re saying?”

“I am so very sorry! Please let me make it up to you. Anything you want. I can pay for a dinner as an apology-”

“That thingtried to skin me with kitchen knives.”

Kestis winced and his pale face turned pink in embarrassment. He looked so ashamed that Boba almost pitied him. Almost. He was still angry about the knives.

“I am so s-”

“If you apologize one more time, I will tell everything to Ben.”

The pink turned to ashen white. Boba smirked at Kestis. The man seemed to respect Ben a great lot from he could gather at the party. Cody had explained once that Ben was more or less the leader of his little team of ghost hunter/mystery chaser. It was apparently a big deal because he was the one deciding of their big targets and imposing safety rules. Which Kestis had shamelessly thrown out the window with his little prank.

“Don’t tell him, I- Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Anything, uh?”

* * * *

Maybe the fancy restaurant had been a bit much. Except he didn’t feel sorry because kitchen knives. And Cal still got to treat himself to a nice dinner so he wasn’t completely losing in this deal.

The problem resided elsewhere. Because now Cal thought they were friends and he kept showing up at work during his lunch break. Which was fine. More or less. The red head was kinda cute if a little weird. No, the problem here was that he always tried to invite him at one of his weird outing in abandoned houses.

“I’m not joining your freaky little cult, stop trying to bribe me with food.”

“But it’s good food, right? Or did I get the seasoning wrong?”

“It’s acceptable.”

Cal had gotten his tastes right pretty fast. Boba liked a bit of heat to his meals and after Cal had showed up once with a spicy thai sandwich, he had stopped to give back the meals he brought to him. It was now to the point where he didn’t grab anything because he knew the red head was going to be here.

“I want to try and make some kind of spicy meat stew for next time, what do you think?”

“Stew?”

“Well, it’s winter soon, you need warm meals.”

Boba hesitated and Cal glanced at him under his lashes. He blushed and turned his eyes away. The little shit was doing it on purpose.

“I’m still not coming with you next week.”

“Oh, come on! It’ll be fun, Ben said we could do some recon and the site is beautiful.”

“No.”

“Bobaaaaa.”

“Still no.”

“I’ll make you a lava chocolate cake.”

Boba stilled and stared at Cal. The lava cake was legendary. And Cal seemed serious.

“With cayenne?”

“Deal.”

Cal grinned brightly at him, his smile seemed to light up his eyes from inside. He was so fucked.

#My writing #fanfic #star wars #kesett #cal kestis #boba fett #modern au #pre-slash #kind of

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it-was-summer · 3 years

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Sudden Desire (Five x fem!reader)

Requested: yes!!!!!

Plot: Could I request a Five X Reader where the reader is the next door neighbor (her parents wanted to keep her but still wanted her to master her powers) and she sees Five leave the house before he time travels for the first time maybe she like trips into him and are both teleported (sorry just wanted to help w/ backstory) but anyway they fall in love in the apocalypse but when they get back she is worried that he won't pick her cuz he has other options you know given that they aren't the last people alive anymore. I hope that you like it! @andreasworlsboring101

Word Count: 3451

Loving. That was the first word that came to your mind when you thought about your parents. They loved you with every bone in their bodies, even if you were some freak of nature. Maybe it was because they decided to keep you, your mother was in her late twenties and already trying for a baby, so to her you were viewed as a miracle instead of something alien.

She wanted you, but she wanted you to be able to have a purpose. That was clear, even early on.

Wind blew through your braided hair as you pushed the gates to knock on the Hargreeve’s door. Not having the pleasure of being one of the numbers that lives there, you always felt out of place. It was for the better that you were being trained to be contained. Trained to have a purpose. Being trained so you could feel better about yourself.

Maybe it was because you knew something was unnatural about you or maybe it was because your little power was a destructive one. Pyrokinesis, one little snap from your fingers and a dangerous little fire would sway in your palms. Sir Hargreeves took great pleasure in your power and always made a backhanded compliment about how wonderful it was to be so dangerous. That just didn’t sit right with you.

Luckily enough you never had a hard time controlling your powers and being that you were so scared of them, you never abused them. So here you were sitting with Ben in the kitchen, watching Five make a marshmallow and peanut butter sandwich. “Why wouldn’t you toast the marshmallows,” you watched Five disappear in a flash a blue before you continued “, or just use marshmallow fluff?” you questioned, sipping on a glass of water.

“Marshmallow fluff,” Ben hummed with interest, earning an agreeable nod from you as Five let out a small sigh.

“Doesn’t taste the same,” he spread smooth peanut butter on bread with a frown “ Why are you two in here anyway?”

“Dangers of a feather stick together.” you said with a playful giggle, earning a side eyed glare from Five. “I know that's not how the phrase goes,”

You sat on the window sill with a thin blanket wrapped around your torso tightly in a desperate attempt to stop the shiver that was going down your spine. You head tilted up as you heard a gentle thump in your bedroom, and yet you remained unchanged. You knew who it was.

“Five,” you muttered softly as you moved your head to stick out of the window, letting wind style your hair and cold grace you with a smile.

“You’re going to get sick.” he sat next to you on the bench with a soft sound of annoyance.

“Worried?”

“Only when you get that look in your eyes.”

You turned your head quickly to look at him with a laugh. “What do you mean? What look in my eyes?” you questioned, inching closer with rosy cheeks from the cold.

He waved his hand and mumbled incoherent nonsense before saying “You know that look you get, like you are miserable.”

“I don’t get that look in my eyes,”

“Okay, sure.” Five scoffed gently as he leaned out of the window. You frowned slightly before copying his actions.

The next day you couldn't help but notice how Five was watching you during training, whenever you would catch him watching you he would smile before zapping away. Allison shared a look with you sharing an unspoken question ‘What’s going on there?’ That question did seem daunting, however you decided that it was better to not say it out loud, so back to training you went.

You were running late. You had to be at lunch with the Hargreeves, but you ended up sleeping past your alarm. You were rushing to get dressed appropriately, combing your hands through your hair nervously as you finally stepped out of the door only to crash into Five. He groaned, looking over at you with a look of sudden guilt. “Five,” you said his name in relief, thinking he was on his way to come and get you. He turned on his heel very suddenly however and started to run. Panic flooded your veins as you started to run after him, a terrible feeling filling all your senses.

You reached out once you caught up to him, touching his shoulder before the two of you disappeared in a terrifying flash of blue. Then again, and again, and again, till there was nothing to teleport to but fire.

It was everything that controlled your nightmares, everything that tormented you in waking life as well. There was not a person to be found, the ground was decorated with black soot. Your face heated up rapidly as you let out a scream, allowing Five’s arms to wrap around you tightly as you dropped down to ground to the sound of soft “I’m sorries” in your ear.

You knew he didn’t show it as often as you did, but you could tell he missed his family. You assumed he probably even missed his father, he wanted to go back so back. He was working so hard. The worst thing was how he looked at you, he would look at you with a look that screamed agony. You sometimes would fill with such rage that you wished that you would have stayed asleep that day, but then you can't help but think about how lonely Five would be. He had lost his family, but at least he had you. You had him.

You could see it in his eyes when the sky would seem especially clear, you could see the anguish. At first the two of you would fight about how stupid you were for following him out of the house that day. Now the two of you didn’t fight at all, it had been a couple of years, seven maybe.

Seven years of fighting with each other, seven years of staring at each other. The two of you only had each other. It took seven years for him to make a move. It was a clear Summer’s night, if there was one good thing about the apocalypse it was how clearly you could see the stars. Millions of miles away, beautifully astonishing and out of your reach.

Five played with a faded book, flipping through the pages aimlessly before he looked up at you. You smiled as you caught his gaze. “Do you remember when we found that old record player,” he nodded as you sighed “I miss music so much.” your voice cracked lightly before you let out a shaky sigh. Five stood, walking over to you as he offered his hand. You stared down at it before you laughed “I can’t dance”

He knew that. “Let’s walk.”

“Okay.”

So the two of you walked talking about little things. You were sure that Five missed Marshmallows the most out of silly material possessions go. He laughed. Sometimes the days would be so bleak that you forgot that his laugh was so pretty. So wonderful. The two of you slowed, the dark of the night becoming so black the two of you could barely see.

You took a tiny step back as you held out your hand, fire weaving through your fingers and illuminating the two of you in the dark. “Still scared of the dark?” Five teased gently as he leaned in towards you.

“No.” you replied with a small smile. You moved your flaming hand away from his body as he got closer, his eyes dipping to your lips before meeting your eyes once more. You smiled wider as you gave a tiny nod before Five kissed you. He pulled away quickly, surprised “Your lips are so warm!”

Now several years have passed, youth faded, but love stays strong. You were happy that through all the miseries you got to spend your life with someone. Someone who loved you. Then the biggest misery of all eras made an appearance, the Handler. A stunning woman, the only other woman you had seen in years. The only other woman that Five had seen as well. She was attractive and smart. She had an offer. You were initially against her offer, so terrified of how painful your powers could be to people, but Five convinced you. He knew it was the only way that the two of you could go back. The only other way the two of you could see the others. The only other way to save the world.

So the two of you said yes. They put Five on more cases than they did you. Something you were grateful for. It had been years of not seeing people and only having Five to talk to that you dreaded that the people you actually got to meet were the very same ones you had to kill. Killing hurt you more than it did Five. He handled it better, anything to get back. You would sleep next to him only to wake up covered in sweat as you dreamt about arson. Flames covering houses, boats, bodies and lives. You were still learning how to handle it. Five was just better at it than you.

It was a case that they assigned the two of you on, the Kennedy assignment, that he came up with the plan to go back. It was impulsive, but it was just crazy enough to work. You held onto him tightly as time began to twist and warp in front of the two of you. Then, after the slight struggle, you were both children again in the backyard.

You wanted to save the world, you knew that your mind should have been fixed on saving the literal world. Fixed on something other than the house next door, but you couldn’t help yourself. Five was running around, trying to preoccupy the commission, you know that this was the best time to check on your family. You doubted that the Hargreeves gave your parents much attention. You knocked on the door lightly, breath leaving your lungs and water filling your eyes as you waited for the door to open. When it did, you father stood, gasping gently as he whispered your name.

That afternoon you learnt that your mother died of cancer a few years back. It was heartbreaking to hear how the last thing she thought about was her husband and her long lost child. Your father told you how the two of them would look through photo albums at her hospital bed. He told you that he never left her side, how he couldn’t bring himself to leave her side. Through tears you explained your situation to a man who was seeing his pre-teen daughter for the second time in seventeen years.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that the world would be ending in a couple of days. You told him that you and Five ended up in a beautiful version of the future. A small white lie you said to keep him smiling. To keep the two of you smiling and maybe, with the help of you and Five, it would become true.

Now you were in Five’s bedroom, wearing Allison’s old uniform, waiting for him to come back home. It was at times like these that you wish you could see him, when your brain was eating away at you. You knew he wouldn’t want to know about your father. His brain was too focused on the end of the world, just like how yours should be.

When you were with him, you noticed something strange. Sometimes when the two of you would be on the important mission of stopping the end of the world, he would get stares. You didn’t think he noticed them, but you noticed he wasn’t looking at you as much anymore. Sometimes looking at anything but, like he was avoiding your eyes. The thought made you dirty, but you couldn’t help but think that these strangers, these children were making him realize something. Maybe he was realizing that you are nothing. Nothing but a destructive toy, something that he could easily discard at any moment. Of course you never said anything, he had something more important on his mind.

You were being foolish after all, you had been with him for years, for a lifetime. He would never leave you, but then he had that look in his eyes. He looked like he was planning something. When you asked he only looked at you, sighed before saying ‘I’m saving the world’.

You hated that language, the two of you were saving the world, together. Yet, he said ‘I’m’ as in I am. He was saving the world, you were just something to keep him warm at night. Something to make sure he didn’t get bored. Something that was so disposable, you didn’t get to be involved in his plans.

You so desperately tried to pull away from your own dreadful thoughts, but he was missing. Luther left with him, he insisted you stayed at home, that you watched his family till he got back. You knew it was an excuse to keep you safe, you were trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t because he was leaving you for something else. For someone else, but then he was gone and his siblings were fighting again. You wanted to be helpful, you wanted to keep them in place, but Diego would hiss that you weren't part of the family and you never will be. You nodded wordlessly as you left the living room, Vanya following close behind with her boyfriend who you didn’t trust much. She muttered a soft apology to you before leaving, leaving you on the steps of the house.

Now you were in the middle of a field, in the middle of nowhere. You weren't exactly sure how you ended up here. Tall grass surrounded you as you sat on the damp soil. You felt your core warm up with rage as you sat there. The longer you sat there, the more you felt like you were going to explode. He left you. He left you, begged you to stay home so he could leave you. He wanted to make sure you couldn’t follow him this time, because this time he wouldn’t be kissing you underneath the stars. This time he wouldn’t be muttering an embarrassed ‘I love you’ in an abandoned house. This time he didn’t want you there, He didn’t want your love, he didn't want your laughter, your jokes, your hands, your lips, and he didn’t want you.

You left out a heartbreaking scream as flames surrounded you. You started to punch the ground in a desperate attempt to get all of the rage out, the fire spewing out of your finger tips ranging from red to blue before it finally disappeared along with the field around you. You broke down crying in a burning field, ash filling your lungs as the moon shined down on your mental breakdown.

You let out sobs so loud, you were sure your lungs were going to break. You cried so hard that your eyes seemed to dry out. They were dry until you thought about how he didn’t want you, then they managed to fill with painful tears once again as you laid down on the dead earth.

Then the day repeated itself and the field was there again, but you were back in the Hargreeve’s house, silently watching the siblings fight amongst each other. You were about to speak when Five arrived in a flash of blue. Your mouth closed slowly as the lump in your throat appeared, stopping all words from leaving your mouth.

He was surrounded by his siblings and yet all you wanted to do was to pull him away and scream at him. You wanted to scream how he was selfish, how you hoped he was happy with his new person. You were so childish and so horribly invested in him that you could feel the flickers of flame swaying inside of you, dissolving the imaginary cotton in your mouth and replacing it with something more passionate. Your eyes were trained on Five now, how his body shivered against the chill wind and how he was walking around Harold Jenkins house. Then he dropped to the floor and you felt the flames flicker out, leaving you an empty husk of ice.

Maybe you were being a child. It was childish of you to assume that Five would ever do such a thing. Maybe you were only thinking rationally because he was injured. You bit your lips, picking at it so much you ignored the taste of blood that filled your mouth as you watched Five sleep. You didn’t realize how much needed Five till these past few days, there was no way he could live peacefully without you either, right? How could it all be so terribly one-sided? It had to be mutual. You watched his eyelids open and the panic set in.

Five didn’t seem to notice you till he was trying to get out of bed. He looked at you with a frown “Don’t just sit there, help me up!” he grumbled as he waited for you to move. You didn’t move through, eyes refusing to leave him.

“I need you to sit.”

“What? I need to go! We have to go!” he fought against your words, standing up with a moan of pain.

“This won’t last long,” you stood up and pushed him back down onto the bed with a frown, staring down at him with cynical eyes. So many things were racing through your mind and you stared down at him. You felt so cold.

“You left me,”

“I didn’t.”

“You did!” your voice broke for a second as you swallowed.

“We don’t have time to fight! We have to go, Vanya-”

“Now it’s we, huh? No longer ‘I’m’?” you questioned harshly as Five stared up at you confused. “I get it, the world is ending! We both know that, your siblings know that, the commission knows that, but you! You decide to work alone, I’ve been with you for years, forty-five years! That’s how many years we’ve been working together! Forty-five years of us loving each other? Then we get back to civilization and you,” you choked on your words, gasping softly “, you don’t even care about me!”

“I never said that,” he reached up, grabbing your wrist gently as he attempted to pull you down to the bed. You yanked your hand away, sitting away from him on the bed, stopping the tears from leaving your eyes. “ You know I never said that. I just,” his eyes locked onto yours as he gave you a heartbreaking smile “I was scared that they were going to hurt you. I thought that if I kept pushing you away, they would only focus on me. They did! It worked, but I guess I couldn't comprehend the idea of losing you.” he explained in a tone so gentle you weren’t expecting. You built up this horrid fight, a horrible heart shattering moment where your own personal world would end.

You opened your mouth to speak only for Five to hold up his hand with a frown “I needed to know that no matter what happened, you were going to be here. That you were going to be somewhat safe till I got back, even if it was with my dysfunctional family. I needed that, because I love you.” He reached for your hand and this time you let him take it, guilty washing over you.

“I just,” you swallowed hard and held his hand tightly “, I thought you were going to leave me, for something better, or maybe for someone better. Someone who, you know doesn’t shoot fire at people or something?” you joked half heartedly as you forced a chuckle to escape your mouth.

Five brought your hand up to his lips, kissing it gently “Leave you? For someone normal, how stupid,” you eyes filled with tears instantaneously “, wait, wait, wait don’t cry!” he said, scooting closer to brush your tears away with his fingers, cupping your face with both of his hands.

“I’m so sorry,”

“It’s okay,”

“No, no, I’m horrible. I’m so sorry!” you whimpered gently as he inched closer, kissing your redden cheeks, laughing.

“You’re okay, it’s okay. I forgive you, okay?” he dipped his head a little to look into your eyes as you nodded, mouthing a wordless ‘okay’ before kissing him on the lips, the fire returning in all of its splendor.

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philliamwrites · 3 years

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killing me softly with his song | (Childe / Reader) [chpt.1]

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Childe / Reader

Tags: #fem!reader, #from childhood friends to lovers, #reader is a fatui agent, #slow burn, #unresolved sexual tension, #mature language, #forbidden love

Words: 2k

Summary: "Lybuov zla, polyubish i kozla," sighs your sister as she wipes off the table, but that makes you feel even more miserable. Falling for a goat might save you from an actual heartbreak by Tartaglia's hands.

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Loosely connected chapters about you and Childe finding happiness. Maybe.

Notes: Part 2

Masterlist

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childe? what a problematic asshole i hate him i- *trips* *thousands of pictures of childe spill from pockets* fuck those aren’t mine i swear i’m just holding them for a friend i- *slips on a pile of pictures* fu ck no they’re not mine i hate him i just- *more pictures fall out as i fall to my knees, desperately trying to pick them up* hang on a sec jUst LISTEN

Chapter 1

A cold gust of icy wind drives you deeper into the sheets and you swear by the name of Her Majesty Herself once you get up and find Alexei, you’ll smother him with a towel for leaving a window open in the middle of the night.

Somewhere outside, a rooster crows. Fine, not dead of the night then, but no one cares for technicalities like these when sleep is involved. Especially after a night like this one, when Alexei fucked you into oblivion and back, you need every minute of shuteye you can get before another day of exhausting missions in the Chechnaya Taiga of Snezhnaya claims your last strand of sanity.

It’s peaceful mornings like these that make it all worthwhile though—the quiet during the early golden hour when people slowly wake up to a brand-new day and get ready to do their chores, their factory work. The sheer number of possibilities stretching out before their hands, and hope rekindled every morning despite the harsh cold waiting at their doorsteps. You love how everything stands still, how even the uncaring universe seems to grant people a sliver of peace, allows them to be soft and vulnerable. To be kind to themselves by indulging in a freshly brewed cup of coffee or tea. Nothing can spoil this for you, nothing and no one—

An awkward cough sounds from the door. You close your eyes, willing him to disappear by simply ignoring him, but his eyes burn into the back of your head like two smouldering coals and eventually, you turn around to see Alexei standing in the door frame, shifting from left to right. “There’s someone out there who wants to talk to you,” he says.

Turning around, you try to disappear into your pillow. “Whoever it is, I’m sure they can wait until it isn’t such a damn unholy time.”

Alexei clears his throat. “It’s uhm … it’s someone from the Fatui.”

Your eyes snap open. Suddenly the warm, cosy blankets feel like a snake’s tight hold around your body, and you struggle out of its grip, grabbing for the dressing gown you carelessly threw around the back of your chair last night.

The sun hangs low in the east, painting the city of Kerch that stretches outside of your window a sheen of dusky gold. When the red-brown bricks of the dacha cottages come into view, you think of the gingerbread houses you used to make as a child every year in celebration of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa of the Zapolyarny Palace.

Cold already seeps into your bones even though the robe is tight around your body. You hiss when your bare feet hit the icy floor but can’t find your slippers. Time to die like a woman.

You brush past Alexei, who’s scratching his head, still just in his underwear and you think him crazy for walking around half-naked like that even though it’s minus 58F outside and the heating systems inside your barracks only start to work once outside temperatures drop to minus 75F.

Maybe what they say is true. People from around Noyabrsk in the north of Snezhnaya regularly dip into frosty rivers and you do remember him mentioning ice swimming is his hobby. It was one of the few things you thought attractive about him. Actually, it was the only thing you thought attractive about him.

Light streams into the floor from the kitchen, flickering once, twice in dangerous foreboding. It’s time to switch the lightbulb. Tomorrow. Tomorrow for sure, because that isn’t important right now. What’s important is Tartaglia sitting at your table, leaning back in a chair, both feet crossed on top of the table, and eating your leftover mayonnaise sandwich you saved up for breakfast.

His eyes slide lazily toward you, taking in your form—barefoot, shivering even though the fur from your bathrobe is of the finest white wolf fur obtainable on the market.

Tartaglia finishes your sandwich, smacks his lips and licks mayo off his fingers. He doesn’t even like it, and you know from time to time he can’t handle dairy all that well. He just eats it because he knows how it infuriates you.

“Alexei, huh,” he says in lieu of hello. “Didn’t know you’re into himbos.”

Behind you, Alexei makes a sound like a kicked puppy. You glare at him over your shoulder, then jut your chin towards the front door. “Out. Now.”

He doesn’t wait for you to repeat yourself. Surprisingly fast for a guy this big, he bolts into your room, gets dressed in record speed and leaves your little one-bedroom apartment without so much as a Goodbye or “We’ll hear from each other,” and you prefer it that way. It saves stuff from getting messy.

Speaking of messy, you really wish Tartaglia would have sent you a note before coming. The smell of icy wind and snowy forests clings to his clothes. He must have come straight from a mission, not unusual in the slightest, yet in most cases he sends a message your way just to make sure he doesn’t run into one of your one-night stands and it doesn’t get ugly.

Like right now.

“I thought you had a little more class than that,” he says nonchalantly. His feet keep wobbling from left to right until you make your way over and push them off your table. Not that you actually sit there to take your meals, no. But this is your home, you have to assert dominance.

“Well, I’m not picky,” you say, taking the empty chair opposite from him. “The nights of Fyrva’snezh are really fucking cold.”

“I’m sure Fire-Water will do the same trick.” He’s sulking, yet he has no right to it and knowing Tartaglia, that’s why he sulks even more.

Your relationship can be summarised with one word: complicated. Which is funny, because besides martial arts classes (taught by a teacher that is a real ball of sunshine who could easily snap your spine like a twig) and infiltration tactics courses (led by a grumpy teacher who once woke you all up in the middle of the night to do a spontaneous quiz about infiltration steps and everyone who failed or fell asleep had to run a marathon through the forest in their underwear) you had to take at the Fatui military school of Zapolyarny, they also teach mathematics and molecular physics, and that shit was complicated.

Growing up in a small seaside village—bless little Morepesok; how much you miss babushka Katya’s refreshing botvinia soup—with only a handful kids your age, gravitating towards Tartaglia was the natural development. He loves ice-fishing, you love eating fish. You gag just smelling solyanka, he wolfs it down like it might be his last meal on earth. Opposites attract each other, as they say, and how true it is for you two—you, the morning person and he, the night owl; his will of iron and your nerves of steel. Your bow, his sword, even though Tartaglia is a masochist who likes to make it hard for himself by trying to switch weapons solely because you’re better at it than him and he is a sore loser.

His worship of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa, your fear of Her Majesty the Tsaritsa.

“I don’t think you came all the way here just to call me a slut,” you say. He is in no position to do so anyway, because Camilla from the ptychy’moloko shop down the road that leads to the Sarov church didn’t shut up about blowing him for weeks until you sent her a liver of a pig and claimed that was the leftovers from the last girl that thought she could put a leash on the Eleventh of the Eleven Fatui Harbingers. Camilla quickly moved on to an inconspicuous merchant who sells matryoshka dolls for a living and all is well that ends well.

“What do you want?”

Tartaglia starts tapping a gloved finger against the wooden table, a nervous tick you don’t know he’s aware of.

“I’m leaving for Liyue first thing tomorrow.” His tone is low when he speaks, his earlier nonchalance replaced by a sense of urgency.

“Okay.” It isn’t the first time he’s leaving Snezhnaya by order of the Tsaritsa, but every time he does, something inside you leaves with him. “So, you want me to keep an eye out for Teucer and the others?”

“He’s really unhappy I’m leaving again already.” Tartaglia doesn’t mention the reason he was sent away just a couple of months ago to Inazuma was because he accidentally blew up an artillery factory belonging to a nobleman that secretly shipped orders to Fontain. The fallout from that was easier to handle with him not being anywhere nearby. Tartaglia is like a pair of hot tongues; no one is sure where to put him or how soon he would cool off, but if they just drop him, he might light the world on fire. Kid gloves are put on and a careful perimeter marked out.

“And what excuse did you make up this time?” You knock your foot into his leg, lingering on his calf just a second too long before withdrawing again. “Another business trip to promote your toys? You can’t hold up this charade forever, you know.”

“Why, your eyes feast on Snezhnaya’s greatest expatriate toy seller, now extending to the Liyue Branch of our Institute for Toy Research.” Tartaglia’s eyes have taken on a playful glint, and he leans forward as he speaks. “You wouldn’t be so cold to break a little boy’s heart. That’s not you.”

You want to remind him that you have no problem to put an arrow between a man’s eyes, or rip out his fingernails, one by one, to get the information that you want.

“You owe me, toy man.”

“Put it on my tab.”

Tartaglia looks like there’s something else he wants to say, but as always, he decides to swallow those words even though they must hurt like swallowing needles. You know that feeling, and so you help him sort out his tightly entangled yarn of emotions by figuratively pushing him off the cliff.

“Don’t forget to bring condoms. I hear the women of Liyue are beautiful.”

Tartaglia goes a sickly grey colour, like the ashes of a dead fire, but he’s been the leading role of this play too long to fall out of character now. He gets up and stretches like a cat getting comfortable in a spot of sunlight. His jacket rides up, showing a stripe of skin, and you quickly turn your head away before giving into leaning over the table and mark him with your teeth.

Patting his left pants’ pocket, Tartaglia says, “I’m always prepared.” He carries a grin that is dry, humourless, and for a brief moment, you two lock eyes, trading a look that feels like a dare. You allow yourselves to imagine how he picks you up and carries you to your bed where you two would proceed to fuck without abandon through the whole day and the following night, leaving the bed only to get food until Tartaglia leaves for Liyue and you’d send each other love letters until his return. What an idea. What an utterly stupid, naive, wonderful idea.

“Well, lucky ladies,” you say, not bothering to hide the jealousy in your voice because jealousy is easier to handle than regret.

“Lucky indeed,” he agrees and dons his easy-going smile, one that he’s perfected after hours upon hours in front of the mirror until it accomplished what he wanted: to mock people, infuriate them.

On his way out, he stops to ruffle your hair in an affectionate way, one typical for childhood friends, but the distance between you is like the ocean separating Snezhnaya from Liyue.

It was on the very first day of your conscription into the military organisation, Number Six of the Ten Laws that the Fatui abide by: Any physical or romantic relationship between Fatui agents is prohibited. As thou would not exchange flesh with thy brother or sister, so thou shalt not with your comrade, for he or she is thy brother or sister in arms.

And everyone knows Her Majesty the Tsaritsa’s word is law, and though the law is hard, it is the law.

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jjmaybud · 4 years

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sunrise | drew starkey

summary: you get a job writing for outer banks and get close to the cast, one more than the others.

pairing(s): drew starkey x fem!reader, fem!reader x platonic!outer banks cast, fem!reader x little!brother

word count: 3.36k

warning(s): fluff, swearing, alcohol use.

author’s note: I had the cutest idea when I was taking a power nap. this is my first time writing an imagine as well as my first time posting something like it on tumblr. I hope you like it. (Y/B/N=your brother’s name.)

It was your first day on the set of Outer Banks. You had already got through the hard part of working with the original writers on the script for the new season. You were quite young compared to the other writers, being in your early to mid-twenties, and the only woman. You were pretty stunned that you had gotten a call about their wanting your creative insights.

You had already met the cast and loved every single one of them. Since you were now a writer, you were present during their script reading and offered help when it was needed. Each member treated you with love and respect, and you loved that you were able to fit right in. Madison Bailey made sure to come up to congratulate you on landing the job because “we needed a female perspective too, fuck the patriarchy.” The both of you high fived because, hell yeah, girl power.

You intently watched as each actor read through their script. The chemistry between each of them was magical, and you couldn’t believe you were able to witness it first hand. As your eyes scanned the room, you’d make the occasional eye contact with Drew Starkey, the actor who played Rafe Cameron. A shared, polite smile came from the both of you each time you noticed your eyes locked.

Drew proved easily that he was nothing like his character, not that you thought he was, by coming up to you directly after the reading was over to introduce himself.

He held out his hand and stated his name. You took his hand in yours, giving him a firm handshake and noticing how warm his hand was without the sweat or claminess.

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself in turn, even though he already knew who you were from the beginning of the meeting when they introduced you. “I’ve seen a few of your other works, too. I think you are a perfect cast for Rafe.”

A modest blush appeared on his cheeks as he grinned. The conversation went on a few more moments, but there were a couple other cast members who wanted to get a few words in with you.

Now, you were standing on set, watching Rudy and Madison shoot a particularly serious scene that you had a good hand in writing. Rudy’s character, JJ, was talking about the reality of being a Pogue. That you were born poor and eventually died poor. That the gold was his chance to not die living the same life he’s always had. The sun was setting, and it would add to the dramatic effect of his words cinematically. JJ’s monologue hit close to home, as it did when you wrote it, and you had to walk away to have a moment.

Drew’s scene had just wrapped, and he was done for the day. He found you walking past where the scene had taken place and watched you step up on a sandbank to get on higher ground, making sure you weren’t in anyone’s way. As the day’s final rays of sunshine slowly disappeared, he saw your left hand in the air to hold onto it for as long as you could before it was gone and it was left lighting up the rest of the sky in an orange hue. Your hand fell and both of them placed themselves on your jean cladded hip. He didn’t know how you were handling the heat in jeans even though they had large rips in the front. The peach colored tank top was the only thing that made sense. Your head fell back with your eyes closed, and he could hear the sigh from where he was standing.

It dawned on him that he was staring at you.

To make it less awkward, he made his way up the sandbank to stand next to you. He noticed the sweat and realized you actually weren’t handling the heat as well as he thought. When he noticed the tear in the corner of your eye, he looked out towards the horizon respectfully. He watched as boats were sailing back to shore from their day’s worth of fun in the ocean and as lights flickered on along the boardwalks.

You knew someone was standing beside you as you had your moment. Their arm brushed your elbow in the humid air when they first came up to you. You could smell their cologne and deduced that it was Drew. Somehow, from the first time you had met, you stored the way he smelt in the back of your mind. It was quiet as a small breeze picked up, blowing the hairs that had escaped from your ponytail and the sand stuck to your exposed legs. It did little to cool the two of you down.

You knew he was waiting for you to speak, not wanting to intrude on your moment of solitude.

“I grew up poor in a small, middle-class town in the middle of corn fields,” you began, not opening your eyes or lifting your head. You could feel Drew’s eyes on the side of your face as you confessed your change of mood. You were ecstatic to be where you were, working alongside great writers, directors, and actors, and had the same energy all throughout the day. No matter what was thrown at you—a scene didn’t work the way you thought, a scene needed to be added to smooth out some awkward cuts between other scenes, an actor needed help getting to the frame of mind the scene needed—you took it in strides and was up for the challenge. “Dreaming is the only way to get out of there. And I did. I dreamed of all the ways I could get out of that stupid town. Picked something I was good at. Stuck with it. Stayed angry until I made it. And today—”

You opened your eyes and turned to look into Drew’s. You managed to keep eye contact for a few moments before you got too shy and turned to look at the cast and crew milling about.

“Watching Rudy do his scene made me realize—”

“You made it,” Drew interrupted, making you turn back to him. Tears gathered in your eyes, and his facial expressions softened.

You nod, “And I don’t have to be angry anymore.”

You started to laugh and wiped the tears away as best as you could, but the gates had opened. Drew aw’d and pulled you into his chest while wrapping his arms around your shoulders despite the heat.

“Group hug?” You heard Rudy yell. The sound of his feet scraping against pavement before silence as he trudged up the sandbank and wrapped his arms around you and Drew. “Group hug, everybody!”

You turned your head in time to see Chase, Madelyn, Madison, and JD racing towards the three of you—the other cast members were either already in their trailers or gone for the day. You felt Rudy lay his head between the top of yours and Drew’s chest, humming in satisfaction. Madelyn beat the other three, and she found the perfect spot on your other side, laying her head on Drew’s arm and looking down at you with a smile. You smiled back at her but was blocked from seeing where everyone else had ended up.

After enough seconds passed where you were sweating worse than before, JD asked from behind you, “Why are we group hugging?”

“I have no idea. I saw Drew and Y/N start it,” Rudy answered.

You catch Madelyn wiggling her eyebrows causing you to laugh.

Drew cleared up the confusion and said, “She had the moment.”

A chorus of “ah’s” erupted through the group, and you sunk deeper into Drew’s chest. Heat swam from your neck up into your cheeks, and it wasn’t because of the weather.

“Don’t worry,” Chase said from somewhere behind Rudy. “We all had that moment at some point.”

A few more seconds passed of you being sandwiched between everyone’s sweaty bodies before you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Alright, alright. I can’t do it. I’m going to sweat my skin off if we keep touching each other,” you announced. Everyone was thankful for your outburst as they quickly pulled away and tried to air themselves out. Your hands went to your chest as you tried to wipe away the excess sweat build up. You saw Drew tugging his shirt open and close to air out his chest, and that’s when you noticed the cleavage shaped sweat spot on his shirt. “Oh, shit. You don’t have any more scenes today, do you?”

You started to quietly laugh as you grabbed his shirt to inspect the mark you made. Your eyes turned up to look him in the face and found a smile on his face as he looked down on you. You felt your cheeks heat up once again.

“Nope, you got lucky. You would’ve had to explain to wardrobe why I had to change my shirt.”

You tried to shove him away, but he only budged a little and that was just because of the unstable sand beneath the two of you.

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“Okay, what are the rules?” You asked your little brother as you prepared to host the cast at your apartment. It was one of the few weekends where the cast and the crew had a few days off to recuperate. Your teenage brother had been begging to come down to meet the cast and see how his favorite show was being made since he found out you would not only be writing for the new season but on set of filming.

“Don’t be weird, and don’t hit on the girls.”

“Good.” You grabbed an oven mitt and reached into the oven to pull out the pig-in-a-blanket you’d made for the get together. As you were doing this, there was a knock on the door. “Y/B/N, could you get that?”

You put the pan on the stove as your brother opened the door. You heard your friends before you saw them. Cheers erupted from them as they saw your brother and a mixture of handshaking and hugging went around as they shuffled in.

Drew was one of the first inside your apartment. He was wearing a grey sweatshirt and jeans in the cool, air conditioned apartment complex. In his hand was a six pack of beer, and he looked around for the kitchen before laying his eyes on you. A smile broke out on both of your faces as your eyes met.

Over the month of shooting, the two of you had been getting closer. You had exchanged numbers with most of the cast, but he was the only one you had been texting every day. Most of it was what you considered harmless flirting as you sent cheesy pickup lines, memes, and song suggestions, but you didn’t really know where your relationship with him was heading. You wanted to keep it professional, but you couldn’t deny what your heart was telling you.

The both of you stepped towards each other.

“Hey, Y/N. Thought you said your little brother was coming to town?” Drew teased, pointing out the fact that your little brother was, in fact, closer to Drew’s size than your own.

You stood up straighter and stood on the tips of your toes as you flexed your exposed arms to seem bigger.

“What do you mean? Can’t you tell I’m bigger?” You kept this up until you were able to chest bump him. It hurt you more than it did him. The sound of your laughs rumbled through each other’s chest as you hugged. It didn’t slip your mind how much closer your lips were when you stood on your tiptoes.

The night went on, more drinks went around, games were played—including a game of monopoly split up so it was girls vs pogues vs kooks where they were trying to see who was actually better at handling money. The girls won. You sat near Drew, and there were enough “accidental” touches that your little brother, who was sitting diagonal from you by Deion and Madelyn, was picking up on the vibe that he had not been aware of beforehand.

It was going on four in the morning before you noticed that your little brother was slumped into the chair he was sitting on, his head bobbed with sleep. The group lost Deion, Austin, and Madison, but everyone else was still going pretty hard. Drew’s participation in the group’s discussion got quieter, but you could tell it was because his eyes were getting heavier as he sunk further into the couch. You finished the rest of your beer before standing up to convince your brother to move to your bedroom. It wouldn’t hurt for you to sleep on the couch or the floor.

When you came back, the energy of the group died down as they realized just how tired they were as well.

“Damn, four in the morning. You know how to throw a party, Y/L/N,” Chase said as he pulled Madelyn up off the floor. JD was at the door trying to pull on his shoes while standing up but kept losing his balance. Eventually, he just gave up. Rudy was passed out in between the couch and the coffee table with half of his body under the table. Drew’s eyes were closed, his hands clasped on his stomach, and his feet planted on the floor with Rudy’s legs under him.

“And we didn’t even have to leave the building,” you laughed. You hugged the three friends as they were the only ones prepared to leave—with the exception of JD who decided to just carry his shoes. Once they left your apartment, you stumbled in your slightly intoxicated state to the coffee table and picked up all the empty beer bottles. As quietly as you could, you dumped the trash in the garbage can before getting into the fridge to grab yourself another beer.

You walked over to the door leading to your balcony. The beer in your hand almost slipped out of your grip when you heard Drew’s voice from behind you.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice soft but still too loud in the quiet room.

“I’m gonna drink one more out on the balcony. Wanna come?”

It took him a second, but he eventually nodded his head and prepared to lift himself without waking Rudy. When he was finally on his feet, he stumbled slightly making you laugh quietly. A tired smile played on his lips at the sound. You held the door open for him before sitting down on the bench pressed against the window on your small balcony. Drew sat down next to you and allowed you to rest your legs over his lap. His hands found your bare calves, and he rubbed his thumbs on the exposed skin. You opened your beer and sipped it as you stared out to the dark sky. It was a comfortable silence until Drew noticed the little chill tremors shooting through your body.

“Cold?” You nodded which prompted him to pull off his grey sweatshirt to give to you.

“You don’t—” Your words stop in your throat as he holds the sweatshirt out to you. You sit up and hand him your beer to hold as you pull the sweatshirt over your head. It was a great deal larger than you, and your hands swam in the sleeves, but you loved the way his cologne engulfed you.

After you were situated back with your drink, Drew said, “Your brother’s cool.”

You smiled, “Yeah?” He nodded. “I told him not to be weird. He’s a big fan of the show.”

Drew smiled a dopey smile and teased, “Turns out he ain’t the only one.” Your brows furrowed in confusion which only made him smile bigger. “You were quoting Outer Banks the entire night.”

Your eyes widened, “I didn’t!”

He laughed out loud and nodded his head, “You did. No one really noticed because we do it too sometimes.”

There’s a pause before you deadpan, “I must’ve been under duress.”

He threw his head back this time as he laughed and you giggled watching him. The banter went back and forth effortlessly as time went on, and Drew’s hand had made its way up to your knee. You noticed the sky was lighting up from the pitch black it had been.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen an actual sunrise,” you admitted, taking the last sip of your bottle and placed it on the ground.

“How is that?”

You shrugged, “I mean technically I’ve never seen it rise from the horizon. I always had too many trees in the way.”

It was quiet for a few minutes as you watched the sky become brighter and brighter. You really wouldn’t be able to see the sunrise from here either. Your apartment faced the wrong way.

“The beach is just down the street,” Drew pointed out. “We could get there before sunrise.”

“Really?” Drew nodded.

The next thing you knew, the two of you were racing down the street in order to beat the sun. The two of you giggling as you more so than Drew stumbled down the street. Laughs filled the air as you launched yourself over a bench to land on the sandy beach. The sky was much brighter, and there was only a few minutes left before the sun would be peeking over the Atlantic Ocean. The breeze was cooler in the morning, and you turned into Drew’s side to keep yourself warm, holding his arm close to your body.

The first rays of sun poked through and all thoughts of your warmth washed away from your mind. Stepping closer to the rolling waves, you raised your left hand to the sky. Similar to what you’d done the first day on set during sunset. Drew had asked you why you did it, and you told him it was because you wanted to be the last one to say goodbye before it came back tomorrow.

Unbeknownst to you, Drew held his hand up to the sky with you. He wanted to know why it was important to you. What went through you that made this simple gesture needed? The sun finally peaked up from behind the horizon. You looked up to see the sun caressing your hand as if to say good morning to you. Your eyes fell back to the sunrise as a smile spread across you lips.

You felt someone’s fingers intertwined with yours, and you turned to see Drew with his hand held up to hold yours. You glanced at your hands as the sun danced down your arms and enveloped his face in its rays. Your breath hitched in your throat as you brought your hands down next to you. The two of you turned your bodies so they were facing each other and watched the sun lighten up your features.

His blue eyes were soft in the sunlight, and his lips looked softer. His clear skin radiated as the sun flickered over it. The breeze blew his ungelled hair in slow tugs, and you couldn’t fight the feeling spreading through your chest as the sunrise warmed it.

“I think I like the sunrise on your face better,” you whispered.

The hand that wasn’t holding yours placed itself on the side of your neck. Drew’s eyes glanced at your lips before they closed and his lips were on yours instead. The kiss was slow and affectionate. The warmth of the sun couldn’t compare to the warmth that erupted from his touch. You wanted to bask in him for as long as you could and even then, you wanted to face the night with him.

After a long moment, you regrettably pulled away and met his forehead with yours. His eyes were still closed and a content smile replaced your lips. Your face mirrors his as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

There in the quiet, with the threat of a hangover in your future, you and Drew stood in the sunrise.

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