#just stumbled upon this while thumbing through the last command

[frc-ambaradan]

«"Then I should like to hear your reasons," Thrawn cut him off, swiveling his chair around at last to gaze up at the thief, "why I should not order your immediate execution." (...)

"You were directly responsible for the deaths of four stormtroopers and thirty-two Imperial army troops," Thrawn continued. "Also for the destruction of two Chariot command speeders and their crews.

I am not the Lord Darth Vader, Ferrier - I do not spend my men recklessly. Nor do I take their deaths lightly."»

Timothy Zahn, The Last Command (1993)

#just stumbled upon this while thumbing through the last command #and felt the need to share it :) #you're welcome #if this is the “full on villain” thrawn filoni's going for i'm totally on board! #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #timothy zahn #thrawn trilogy #the last command #star wars

[partystoragechest]

A story of romance, drama, and politics which neither Trevelyan nor Cullen wish to be in.

Canon divergent fic in which Josephine solves the matter of post-Wicked Hearts attention by inviting invites four noblewomen to compete for Cullen's affections. In this chapter, read the first line.

(Masterpost. Beginning. Previous entry. Next entry. Words: 3,380. Rating: all audiences. Warnings: fighting and blood mentions.)

Chapter 39: Duel Purpose

“The Commander is going to duel Lady Orroat!”

Trevelyan almost spat out her tea.

Lady Samient had burst through the door of the Baroness’ chamber, disrupting the quiet morning conversation being had within. Both women whirled on her, but—before they could query what she had said—Samient was already gone.

Trevelyan locked eyes with the Baroness, their faces equal in confusion. With nary a word spoken between them, they threw down their tea, and gave chase.

They pursued the sound of Lady Samient’s vanishing footsteps along the corridor, and down the stairs—tumbling out into the Great Hall, where they at last managed to catch her.

“What is going on?” asked Trevelyan, to no answer. Samient hurried them out of the door instead, to the courtyard beyond.

Emerging into the glare of the sun, they caught sight of a crowd below, forming around the training ring. Soldiers, servants, visiting nobles: most of Skyhold had turned out for the event. Word, as always, had spread rather quickly.

Yet, within the ring, Trevelyan saw only two individuals of note: a battle-ready Lady Orroat, plated in iridescent obsidian, preparing to fight—and a flailing Lady Erridge, who tugged fruitlessly at her arm.

“Really, Lady Orroat, it is quite all right!” she pleaded, as the Ladies neared. “I suffered no injury from the Commander’s rejection, I assure you!”

Lady Orroat fastened her pauldrons.

“I am completely fine—I swear!” continued Erridge, to seemingly little effect. “I don’t mind at all! This is surely unnecessary!”

Lady Orroat turned. She hooked a finger beneath Lady Erridge’s chin, and tilted her face towards her own. Soft morning light trickled around them, motes of dust dancing through the air. The crowd almost melted away; time appeared to slow. Just their silhouette, in the shape of two lovers.

Gentle as her touch, Lady Orroat spoke:

“My dearest Tam, though you may bear the insult, I cannot. No man shall walk this plane and feel entitled to so callously discard your treasured affection.” Her thumb traced the curve of Erridge’s jaw. “Please, my Lady. Allow me this.”

Trevelyan’s mouth fell open. Lady Samient gripped her arm. The Baroness fanned herself. All those romances Lady Erridge had read, and somehow, she had failed to realise that she was, apparently, living in one.

Naturally quite helpless to do anything but gaze back at Lady Orroat, her eyes—wide and innocent as a doe’s—fluttering rapidly, Lady Erridge assented:

“Oh, well—um, don’t hurt him too much, I suppose?”

Lady Orroat took a step back, and bowed low. “Anything for you, my Lady.”

She strode away, to meet her foe. Lady Erridge listlessly waved her off, before stumbling over to where the Ladies had gathered. She was a mess of giggles and squeaks, unable to say anything that was not in relation to her dear Lady Orroat.

The Baroness took to helping her regain her faculties; Trevelyan and Samient shared a smile at the display. Certain that Erridge would recover from her stupor, they were able to return their attention to the ring.

Lady Orroat—sword drawn—had taken position at its centre, and performed spectacular practice swings, to the adoration of the crowd. Yet, while all eyes were on her, Trevelyan’s drifted, to the other side of the arena—in search, perhaps, of the Lady’s opponent.

Her breath caught.

There he stood. Soldiers flanked his sides, aiding him to prepare. Armour was placed upon his body; leather straps were pulled taut by his iron grip. He tested his breastplate with a beat to the chest; it clanged against the metal of his gauntlet.

His mantle was brought, and draped over his back, amplifying the broadness of his shoulders. His helm was presented—a lion’s roar, frozen in steel—and lowered upon his head, his fearsome glare framed within its maw. His sword was last, offered in its belt and sheath. He strapped it around his hips, good and tight. His fingers curled around the blade’s hilt.

The sword was drawn; he needed no practice. He was the Commander of the Inquisition—and Maker, did he look it, in the entirety of his regalia. Intimidating, unwavering, he stalked towards his opponent.

“Hey.”

Trevelyan startled, quite unaware how how enraptured she had been by the display. She glanced about for the source of the voice, and found Varric beside her, holding up a pouch of coin.

“I’m taking wagers on who’s gonna win. Want in?” he asked.

Lady Samient, whom Trevelyan had definitely not forgotten was beside her, took an interest. “What are the odds?”

“Winning side splits the pot.”

The Baroness tossed a coin to him, which he caught with ease. “One crown on Lady Orroat.”

Lady Erridge applauded. “Oh, good choice!”

Varric noted it down, and moved on to the next group of punters. Trevelyan watched him go, then returned her gaze to the arena. A Captain addressed the combatants; both nodded in agreement. Satisfied, the Captain withdrew, and raised an arm.

Hush fell over the crowd. Anticipation slowed the air around them. A breath spilled from Trevelyan’s lips. The Captain’s arm dropped.

They charged. Swords clashed.

It was the Commander who dominated first. His muscular build and experienced arm were a force to be reckoned with. He struck out with a barrage of blows, each one ferocious as the last. Each one as confident. Each one as precise. He commanded the battlefield, as was his right.

Yet Lady Orroat showed no signs of yielding. She was a fleet-footed fighter, taking each hit and turning it into momentum. Dodges and blocks; no counters. It seemed she was not interested in fighting back—not yet. She was biding her time. She was waiting for something.

Whatever opening this was, the Commander would not give it. He stepped back only to return, with even greater force. Trevelyan admired the arc of his sword through the air, its flash in the sunlight, as he thrust hard toward her abdomen.

Lady Orroat deflected it away. The crowd gasped. The Commander was open.

She delivered a swift slice to his arm, before it could straighten. The Commander’s grip weakened. She moved in, butted her pommel direct into his helm. The Commander stumbled back. A mighty kick to his chest, and he was thrown to the ground.

The crowd roared, the Ladies cheered. The Baroness was going to get that crown back.

Lady Orroat strode to where the Commander lay. Before he could recover, she knocked his helm away, with the tip of her blade—and then held it to his throat.

“Yield.”

The crowd waited, for the reply.

The Commander let his sword fall from his grasp. “I yield.”

The Captain’s arm went up, on Orroat’s side. The crowd began to holler and cheer. Soldiers, trained hard in this same ring, applauded the satisfaction of seeing their Commander humiliated.

Lady Erridge burst out from the masses, running to Lady Orroat’s arms. The Lady dropped her sword, and embraced Erridge entirely, twirling her through the air.

Over the noise of the crowd, one could barely hear what was said between them in that moment. But as their dance ended, and Orroat set Erridge down, she sank onto one knee—and the crowd fell silent once more.

“Lady Tam Erridge, of West Coldon,” said Lady Orroat, loud enough for all to hear. “My dearest friend. My most ardent love. I have been enamoured with you since the day we met; in the years I have known you, my love for you has only grown. I have always cherished our friendship, but I wish to cherish you, as well. Please, I beg—will you marry me?”

The pause afterward felt as though a lifetime. Though no one suffered it as much as Orroat, the Ladies held their breath. They looked to Erridge—as did the entire crowd—and waited.

Erridge, fixed in place, blinked. “Oh, Lady Orroat,” she gasped, “well—of course! I could not think of anything more wonderful in all my life!”

Lady Orroat shot to her feet, and collided with Erridge. The Ladies screamed, joyous and in sheer disbelief. The crowds applauded. At long last, a kiss that had waited for years to exist, finally came to be.

The Ladies rushed the arena, and many more followed. They met and embraced both Erridge and Orroat, smiling, laughing, squealing in delight. The world became nothing but noise and happiness. Congratulations were given, and received with joy. Invitations to a wedding, promised and assured.

Never had Trevelyan seen such mirth, and such festivity. Though very few of Skyhold knew the significance of the event, they celebrated nonetheless. The happiness of others was enough motivation.

And yet, in the crowd, Trevelyan found one face to be missing. As her friends continued their revelry, she continued to sweep their surroundings. Somewhere, in this maelstrom of merriment, surely—

“Your winnings!” came Varric’s voice, not quite the one she’d been looking for. He passed a handful of coins to the Baroness, who tucked them discreetly into a pocket, and told some joke about starting a fund for her wedding attire.

Yet before he moved on, to pass out his next prize, he stopped—for but a moment—beside Trevelyan.

“Armoury,” he said.

Trevelyan looked out, over the heads that surrounded her. The vaguest shape of red wool and silver plate disappeared into the building nearby.

“Thank you,” she said to Varric—but he had already gone. She made her excuses to her friends, instead, and began to find her way through the crowds.

It was difficult, to move against the flow of excitement—but soon enough, she found herself at the edges of the hubbub. The armoury door lingered open, just a crack, in the distance. She hurried over.

Peeking just her head through, Trevelyan took in the space. She’d not been here often. It acted as a second smithy, with forges and furnaces along the back wall, swathing the room in their warmth and light.

Yet, unlike the smithy of the Undercroft, soldiers would frequent this place. Armour and weaponry lined the racks, ready for use in training. A long bench, where they would prepare for exactly this, waited below.

Today, however, it boasted only one occupant.

The Commander had collapsed upon the bench, wrenching the plate from his body. Each piece clattered to the floor as soon as the straps came free. With all outside celebrating, there was no one to attend him.

And so he continued the task himself, stripping his mantle and laying it over his lap. Arms free, he tugged at his gorget until it came loose; removed it and the breastplate beneath. Just a gambeson, now, and his helm.

He discarded the latter first, his face at last revealed—exhausted, and panting.

Sweat-streaked skin glistened in the glow of the fires. But not mere sweat alone. Trevelyan gasped. Blood. There was blood.

The Commander must have felt it, for he raised his hand to his upper lip, and pulled it away, red. Bloody nose. That strike to the face.

He sighed, and, like the weight of the world was holding him down, leant back against the wall—

“Forward, Commander!” blurted Trevelyan, before she’d even thought of what to say next. “You... need to tilt your head forward.”

His eyes widened at seeing her there, but he followed the instruction regardless. “Thank you.”

Trevelyan watched him a moment, then glanced back to the door. She stepped for it—but, out of the corner of her eye, saw a drop of crimson splash against the floor.

She could not leave him like this.

She let the door shut, and turned back. A hand dipped into her pocket. From within, she produced a small cloth.

“Commander,” she said, creeping closer, “use this.”

Head still forward, the Commander’s hand clumsily found hers. Their fingers overlapped for the briefest of moments—before he took hold of the cloth, and fled with it.

Yet he hesitated, in bringing it to his face. “This is from the banquet,” he muttered.

Surprising that he’d somehow remembered. But he was right. It was the napkin he’d given to her that night, to dry her tears.

“I had it cleaned,” said Trevelyan.

He held it back out. “I... can’t use this.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to stain it.”

Trevelyan sighed. “Commander, you’re bleeding. Please.”

His hand withdrew, and he pressed the napkin to his nose. Trevelyan took a little step back, and watched him. Her hands twisted around each other, unsure of what to do with themselves.

“Commander?” she whispered.

He started to raise his head.

“No, no—keep it forward,” Trevelyan instructed. “Please.”

This order came not only for the benefit of his bloodied nose. She wished his gaze to be upon the floor, instead of her. She could not have him look at her, when she said what she said next. And thank the Maker, he did as asked.

“I’m... so sorry, Commander, for my behaviour, last we spoke,” she murmured, breathing through the words so as not to let them falter. “My response to your situation was entirely unsympathetic, and undeservedly harsh. My temperament at the time was not balanced, and it is you who bore the brunt of that. I am sorry, truly, I am.”

He was quiet for a moment. A terrifying, excruciating moment. Until, that is, he said:

“You needn’t apologise to me.”

Trevelyan blinked. “What?”

“Nothing of what you said to me that day was incorrect or undeserved,” the Commander told her, voice firm. “You had every right to despise me. I treated you all disgracefully.”

He lifted his head, if only for a second, to look at her—despite the pain it seemed to bring.

“It was not your fault, but mine. There is nothing for you to apologise for. I am sorry. For everything I did.”

She waited until his head dipped back down, and moved a little closer. “But even if I were upset, even if I were right, I needn’t have been so wicked in how I addressed you.”

“No. I deserved to know the consequences of my actions, in as clear and difficult terms as possible. I was cruel, and ignorant. I needed to understand the hurt I had caused. Especially to you. And... I am sorry that I did, cause it.”

Trevelyan sank to her knees before him. Gently, she took the napkin from his grasp, and examined his nose.

“The bleeding’s stopped,” she told him.

Unable to meet her eye, he nodded, head still bowed.

“I understand why you did it,” she muttered. “Lady Montilyet explained to me, what the court of Orlais has put you through. Were I faced with the same, I cannot imagine I would have acted differently.”

The Commander’s head shook. “You would. You would never have done what I did to all of you.”

“Oh, come, Commander. You’ve seen my less savoury side, now.” She folded the napkin, so that she made a clean little square. “You should have heard the things I called you the first night we met.”

“Deserved, I’m sure.”

“Stop punishing yourself, Commander.” Trevelyan raised the napkin to his face. “May I?”

He nodded. She placed her fingertips beneath his chin, and tilted his head. The cloth was dabbed upon a small cut, lancing across his cheek.

“Besides,” she said, “I hear you’ve had punishment enough.”

The mere mention was enough to eke a little smirk from his mouth.

“Yes, the Ladies made quite sure of that,” he murmured. “I... ought to have listened to you, and Lady Montilyet. They are good women.”

“Impressive, even?” she suggested.

“Yes.”

Trevelyan smiled. She turned his head, and brushed dirt from his other cheek.

“Their ‘punishments’ were more endearing than I believe was intended,” the Commander confessed. “I quite enjoyed their company.”

“Finally.” Trevelyan withdrew her hand, let him face forward once more. “I told you.”

“You did. Though… I was right about one thing.”

“What is that?”

He smiled, eyes askance. “I still much prefer yours.”

“Oh.”

Trevelyan stared at him. No longer seeking his skin for wounds, she took in his face, closer now than it had ever been. Every prick of stubble was in perfect focus. The exact curve of the scar that marred his lip. Each lash that framed his honey eyes.

She caught their gaze.

“Um…”

“Commander!” came a shout, from just outside the door. As it burst open, Trevelyan scrambled away, to her feet, and hid the napkin in her pocket.

Lady Orroat—half-out of her own armour, as well—strode in, with Lady Erridge hanging upon her arm.

“Oh!” gasped Erridge, eyes wide at seeing Trevelyan. “Lady Trevelyan is here. Um, dearest Hul, perhaps we should leave them, for a moment—”

Lady Orroat, apparently as oblivious in nature as her fiance, continued marching in.

“But we must make certain the Commander is all right,” she begged, heading for where he sat. She winced, upon seeing his face. “Oh, Maker—I am so sorry, Commander.”

“It’s fine,” he said—though Trevelyan could not help but note a tone of confusion in his voice. He mouthed, to Lady Orroat: “Does she know?”

‘She’ referring here to Lady Erridge—who promptly began to giggle.

“I’m afraid I do!” she confessed. “My dear Lady confessed all to me after the duel had ended—though I had suspected it might be a ruse. Dear Hul would never truly be so insistent upon fighting if I objected so!” She took Orroat’s hand, and squeezed it tight. “Oh, it was so terribly romantic. Thank you, Commander. I am ever so sorry that it got you hurt.”

He waved it off. “Perhaps that makes us even.”

Erridge nodded. “I believe it does.” She glanced between Trevelyan and the Commander once more, and tugged at Orroat’s hand. “Come, my love, we’d best be off.”

Orroat finally allowed herself to be led away—but as they left, called out:

“There’s been some kind of impromptu party arranged at the tavern nearby! Do come along!”

“No, no,” said Erridge, hurrying Orroat out of the door, “stay here as long as you like!”

The door swung shut, and silence fell again. Trevelyan looked to the Commander. He had begun to occupy himself with the removal of armour once more, now busy loosening his greaves.

“Is that why you invited Lady Orroat here?” she asked.

He glanced up. “Hm?”

“You conspired with Lady Orroat to stage a duel?”

The Commander released the straps, and straightened up. “Not originally. I invited her because I realised Lady Erridge cared for her. I thought it might be a start, at making amends. I spoke to her privately after she arrived. She told me of how she and Lady Erridge had met—through a duel, between a boy and Lady Orroat.”

Trevelyan nodded. “Lady Erridge told me the same story.”

“I suggested we recreate the circumstances, to provide Lady Orroat an opportunity to reveal her affection. I thought it... might be poetic, in some way.”

He shrugged. Trevelyan smiled. A little warmth gathered in her chest.

She moved closer.

“Will you be attending the party, Commander?”

He shook his head, and continued working off his greave. “I am unsure the loser would be welcome at the celebration.”

“I believe it would a show of humility,” Trevelyan teased. “You do have an arrogant streak.”

“I’m working on it.”

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

The Commander glanced up at her, hand finding the back of his neck. “I, ah…”

Trevelyan giggled. “Here,” she said, offering him the napkin, sullied as it was, “in case you need it. I’d best get to the party, before any rumours begin.”

He took it, and nodded. “Yes, of—of course…”

“Perhaps I will see you,” she said.

“Perhaps.”

She smiled, and bid him farewell, with a curtsy. He bowed as best he could, and watched her go.

Trevelyan had thought, that when she spoke to him again, she would know what she wanted. Whether she wanted to forgive him, whether she wanted to trust him.

She was right, in a way. For when she glanced back, one last time, before slipping through the door—she knew exactly what she wanted.

It was simply not an option she’d expected.

#unwanted fic #unwanted #cullen rutherford #cullen x trevelyan #you know what those tags mean folks #he's here #and ohoohoooohohohooo #spoiler warning for the next tags #i've been soooo looking forward to this. the tension. the atmosphere. cullen panting and sweaty. it's got it all #on the other hand i am very sorry because next chapter is not the party as nothing of import is going to happen there #and cullen does not show up #but dont worry #there's another party coming soon enough #(and congrats to anyone who gets the deep cut cullen girlie reference in this chapter lol) #(btw this was 99% done for days but it took me so long to get the beginning right that i kept it back and im glad i did bc i like it now)

[mooonjin]

Hello!!!i read your echo fic and im in love ;_; as much as i want to ask for a hunter x reader echo doesnt get alot of love, so can you write a hunter x jedi reader where both reader is scarred after order 66 and echo comforts the reader and they both really connect after that and after a while start falling for eachother? Sorry its so long but i feel like echo needs someone TTT

Your Comfort Buddy

Notes: MY FIRST REWUEST HELLO ANON TYSM FOR REWUETING im so sorry this got you pretty late, i tried to do thid tumblr scheduling thing and i kinda messed up the release for this oops... also i hope this i what you're looking for?? <3

Pairing: Echo x Jedi!gn!reader

Summary: Order 66 left the Jedi's all over the galaxy into shambles. You happened to stumble upon the best of the best clones but one of them really stood out to you.

Warnings/Tags: mentions of order 66, very minor violence, kissing (one of the kisses gets a teeny bit spicy), no use of y/n — tell me if I've missed anything!

The Clone Wars.

The name that could either bring fear to someone or pure hatred.

For some, it could be both or the polar opposites.

Noble Jedi Masters, Knights, and Padawans lead thousands, maybe even a million clone army's into a galaxy-wide battle against the Separatists. As it's heartbreaking to realise, it was all orchestrated by Emperor Palpatine himself. As the wars drew to a fiery close, his endgame was soon to be the downfall of the Jedi and their precious Republic.

"Execute Order 66."

The Emperors gravelly voice rang through transmission disks and the heads of the clone army's. Some of them would've thought they went insane until they weren't able to resist the order.

Blasters shot erupted throughout the inner and outer rims, planets and systems. The killing of a clones' General, Commander, Leader.

Their best friend.

The sound of your lightsaber hummed as you deflected the last of the B1s' shots, but the eerily noise of DC-15A behind you was enough to make you freeze.

"Commander?" was all you were able to mumble before a blaster shot came barreling from your left.

"No!—"

"Hey, hey! You're okay. Please look at me." Echo's voice was soft and reassuring. He caught you, once again, having nightmares about a certain incident. He pressed his lips together, grinning slightly as you made eye contact with him. Your panting slowed down and your posture eased up a bit.

You returned a lopsided grin when you came crashing back down to reality. You had no idea what time it was but you sounded like you were still rolling through hyperspace. The others were probably fast asleep.

Except Echo, of course.

"Y'alright?" Echo handed you a cup of water.

You chuckled, taking his offering into your hand, "Despite what you think, I'm capable of taking care of m'self." you took a sip from the cup.

Echo couldn't help the cheesy smile on his face as your stubbornness flourished, his hand resting under his chin to prop himself up. He was hypnotised as he looked into your eyes. He could stare at them forever. The odd warmth in his chest was growing again. Gosh, he had the biggest crush on you. Was it obvious?

"Not always," Echo took back your finished cup of water and placed on top of a crate he'd pick up on the way later — maybe. "Sometimes y'need help... like that time on Felucia!" he joked, nudging your elbow.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head sarcastically, "That doesn't count! I can't believe you still consider it." your hand came up to rub your head in response to his stubbornness.

Echo chuckled before taking your free hand in his. Without a doubt, it sent butterflies throughout your body. Not even just your stomach; that's how he makes you feel.

"Rest up, 'lright? You've got a big day of training tomorrow." he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand. Your ears felt hot like they could start a bonfire anytime soon. Echo patted your hand, placing it back on your blanketed lap before he stood up to walk back to his bunk.

You couldn't ignore the way he looked at you when he took your hand in his. It was so... caring. So comforting. Like the whole world of yours was in his eyes. The way his iris dilates like a cat staring at their favourite food. 

"Hey Echo?" it was record time when he turned around to face you, his eyebrows raising and a  small 'hm?' like whimper came out of him. "Thanks... for everything," you sent him a thin-lip grin, the corner peeking up just a bit to seem lovingly.

Echo's heart began to race at the simple appreciation. If anything, his heart would always race even just by the sound of your name. He sent you a toothy-grin, walking back to his cot. With a faint, warm blush on your cheeks, this is by far one of the best sleeps you had since Crosshair's chip incident.

As Echo tucked himself under his sheets, he had the biggest, cheesiest smile on his face.

He likes you so much.

No...

He loves you.

-

The hum of your lightsaber continued to deflect Hunter's stun gun blasters, the sound of them disintegrating as you successfully blocked yourself. This went on for about an hour and a half now. You insisted to train after the recent fight on Kamino and because Echo was going out with Wrecker for a supply run, Hunter and Crosshair offered to fill in for him.

There was something about Hunter and Crosshair. Sure, they're both attractive, fairly intelligent, fit, and caring, but they weren't Echo.

As you were lost in thought, Hunter hit the handle of your lightsaber. The saber quickly retracted, hitting the ground with a small, metal thump. Crosshair let his posture rest, his head tilted to the side at your mistake, "That's 24 already, where's your focus gone?" Hunter chuckled.

You rubbed the palm of your hand before holding out to your side to force-grab your saber. Hunter will never not get use to how cool using the force is. His eyebrows bobbed up then back down in fascination at how immediate you can get your focus back on track. He signaled Crosshair to get ready too.

"Oh, it's here, alright." it was almost teasing, a small smirk appearing on your lips before you heard the click of Hunter's blasters and Crosshair's rifle behind you.

Your eyes closed briefly to regain your concentration. Just like Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker said: "You need to remain calm; think. Feel the intention of the trooper who will fire first. You should be able to sense the moment before they even pull the trigger."

Just as Hunter's finger looped around the trigger, your lightsaber was already in front of your body as his stun blast barreled towards. You swiftly did the same thing behind your back, deflecting Crosshair's blaster shot.

The three of you exchanged grunts, Hunter strategically rolling across the ground to get angles below you so the difficulty went up a notch. Crosshair added his signature slide, making sure to aim at your blind side which was unfortunately blocked off with the bright light of your saber.

Echo and Wrecker came back to the space with a handful of crates and a market trolley for Tech who was inside, doing something with the control panel. As Wrecker took the trolley around to reach the Marauder, Echo stared at you in awe. You were so alluring.

He was mesmorised as he watched your figure do these spectacular jumps to block his brothers shots. The way you twirl the lightsaber against your hands to switch to a position more comfortable to hold depending on where a shot had been blasted from. The way your eyes scrunched up to focus and how your lips parted to receive air every time you whipped your head around to protect your back.

He pondered what it would be like to fight beside you again. Their most recent mission left you in shambles as your memory continuously reverted back to the trauma you experienced during Order 66.

Lost in thought once again, it was Crosshair's stun that knocked your saber out of your hand. Echo watched carefully at your expression and your reaction to yet another mistake.

"That's 25," Crosshair grumbled. "If we're ever going to be recruited again for missions, you can't keep doing this."

There he was. The Crosshair everybody knew. Echo rolled his eyes, beginning to walk towards where the three of you were training.

"We'll probably be ordered to do stuff like this 60 times more.” Hunter sighed, fixing the position of his bandana. You picked up your lightsaber but Hunter's words were the only thing ringing in your head. You groaned, catching Echo's attention, already worrying him.

"We'll probably be ordered to do stuff like this 60 times more," Hunter's voice rang through your head.

"...probably ordered... 60 times more!"

"...ordered... 60 times..."

"...ordered... 60..." 

Execute Order 66.

"No! Commander, stop, no!" it was lightning fast, the hum of your lightsaber igniting abruptly as it shocked both Crosshair and Hunter, but not Echo. He knew what was happening and what was about to happen was bad. It was even worse with your hand grasping desperately onto your saber to defend yourself. You were dangerous without focus and unaware of your surroundings.

"Hey! Hey, look at me!" Echo was quick to jog up to you, but had to duck down at the swipe of your saber. You were freaking out, the horrible memories circling back to you. Your commander, your best friend turning on you.

Your vision blurred, head light and heavy at the same time, "Get away! What are you doing?" you yelled with the might you had but it felt like nothing came out. Like no one heard you.

Like no one cared.

Everything slowly faded out from your vision, your knees hitting the ground first and then the metal thud of your lightsaber handle, "Echo...?"

Then you went black.

-

"Hey, you awake, you alright?"

"Come on, you're okay, you're okay."

It was Echo's voice. You felt at ease, calmer, and content when you slowly rose from your bunk. Your head still felt pretty heavy but it was put behind when the first thing you saw was him. Echo, your beloved.

Similar to your drunken state, your eyes relaxed and dropped slighty. You looked dazed from Echo's point of view and he couldn't lie at the amount of nervousness rushing through him. You were so beautiful, even like this.

"You doing okay?" his voice was soft, his human hand reaching for your cheek. He was warm and oh, so soft. You could rest against his hand forever if you were able to.

One of your hands came to cup his, the one still on your cheek. This time, it was you who rubbed your thumb against the back of his hand. You could hear a faint chuckle come from him and that was it. Something inside you snapped.

Your lips enveloped his, almost squeezing poor Echo's cheeks. You relaxed a bit more when you felt his lips move along with yours. It escalated quickly. Echo became more desperate and you became more passionate. As much as it was sloppy, it was loving. All of your feelings towards Echo was poured into the kiss. His scomp hand pressed gently behind your neck and his human hand still holding onto your cheek. It dropped to your lower back when you both pulled away.

When you opened your eyes, you giggled. The sight of Echo with his eyes shut gave you back your butterflies. Echo couldn't even begin to perform proper English when he did open them. All he was met with was you. You and your beauty.

"Wow... I.." he said, breathlessly.

"Sorry, just wanted to do that." you shrugged. It was true and Echo was more than happy to feel this mutual feeling.

"Please do it again." Echo begged, wanting to feel your lips on his again. This time, it was slower and steady. You both took the time to explore each others bodies with your curious hands. Echo found the perfect spot for his scomp to rest against so it wasn't uncomfortable for you and your hands found perch behind his neck. Perfect for pulling him closer than ever. A small moan escaped Echo's lips before you pulled away. You were both huffing and puffing for air, exchanging eye contact.

You chuckled, "Thanks again," your smile dropped as you finally remembered why you were sat in your bunk again. "Sorry... for uh, what happened out there. I didn't mean—“

"You didn't do anything wrong," Echo objected, pulling you into a hug. "D'you mind resting up again? I'll deal with the boys, okay?"

You nodded at him, a smile coming back to your lips make itself known.

"I love you, Echo."

Echo blinked a few times, shaking his head to make sure he heard it right. He couldn't leave you hanging when he felt the same way.

"I love you too."

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Post-Notes: also i'm in the middle of writing a part two for the past behind him!!! im super grateful for the support it got so its on its way dw! btw there was a few of you who wanted to be tagged in it so i thought id share th taglist form for mmy other stuff in the future ;]

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[hylias-library]

Twilight x f!Reader ft. The Chain

Prologue

You were dragged by your hair through a dark hallway.

Dark enough to make you stumble more often than not, causing more pain to your already aching scalp. You didn’t know what was going on, all you knew was, that it wouldn’t end in a good way.

Being shoved through towering entrance doors, you were thrown to the ground before a throne. The one sitting upon it being all too familiar.

Dark skinned, red hair, a crown sitting upon his head, decorated with jewels.

Ganondorf.

Monsters gathered behind you, ready to pounce if you even dared to move a single muscle.

The dark King leaned forward, a sneer on his lips. “So you thought you could betray me by stealing from my library, learning magic you maggot?”

You shook your head. It was true, you borrowed books and learned spells but for an entirely different reason. Though the man wouldn’t believe you, too lost in his own paranoia. To him it didn’t matter that you were only 14.

“I didn’t- I.”

“SILENCE.”

You flinched, Ganondorfs scream echoing off the walls. He gave you a disgusted look, letting you feel his disapproval through sharp eyes.

Reaching out his palm he spoke one name, a name that let your blood freeze.

“Girahim.”

“Yes, Milord.” Was the only answer before a black blade manifested in the dark lords grasp. Though you could hear pity in the creature’s voice.

You knew Girahim well, he had been a companion of yours ever since you learned how to walk. But even he couldn’t disobey his masters command.

Before you could say another word, the doors burst open again, a woman storming in, falling to her knees right next to you. Your mother.

You knew what would come next, internally preparing to use the knowledge you’ve gathered from your reading all this time before your predicament right here.

“You know what awaits those who betray me.”

The distress was clear in your mother’s voice. Desperately trying to save her only child.

“Please. She just wanted to read. Spare her. I’ll do anything!”

Ganondorf unhurriedly stalked towards where you kneeled, black blade pointed forward.

You knew now was the time you had to act. Gathering all of your concentration you felt the magic flow through your body, quickly grabbing your mother’s hand, mumbling a spell under your breath.

“Then perish.”

Just as he swung the blade down, a blinding light engulfed you and your mother, bringing you out of the dark castle, to a safe place.

As you came back to your senses, you sat up abruptly, taking in the green of a forest so different from the dark castle walls you came to know all of your life.

Excitement filled your veins, turning in search for your mother. “I did it! Mother, I got us away!”

Your delighted expression froze when you saw the limp body of your mother. A giant black blade embedded in her stomach.

Dread settled in as you crawled over, hands slipping in the wet grass below you.

“MOM!”

Your hands hovered over the sword, but pulling it out would kill her.

A small trail of blood trickled down the corner of her mouth, as your mother’s eyes searched for yours, her hands gripping your outstretched ones tightly. A pool of blood already forming underneath her, soaking your pants where you kneeled.

She gave you a smile, followed up by a sickening cough. “I’m so proud of you Y/n. Your magic is really impressive.”

Tears pooled in the corners of your eyes. “You’re going to be ok mom.” Your voice wavered, sounding like you needed to convince yourself as much as you needed to convince your mother.

She thumbed over the back of your hand in a soothing gesture. “You have to be strong now child.”

You shook your head wildly, tears now running freely. “Don’t talk like that mom! You’re going to be fine!”

She closed her eyes with a sorrowful smile, her last breath a whisper of “I love you.”

A scream ripped through the air, only afterwards realizing it was your own.

Your body moved on its own, hands placed on your mother’s chest while you raked through your brain to remember every healing spell you could think of, bathing the forest around you in a bright green light.

You had been on it for hours on end, chanting spell after spell until the ground was forced to grow flowers and vines around the still lifeless body of your mother.

Only after you had no healing spell left to use you stopped.

Curling up next to the corpse of the only person you had left, pathetic sobs ripping through your throat.

Hours later, after your cries died down, you sat up, numbly staring at the peaceful face of your mother.

In a perfect world she would have just been asleep.

But the world wasn’t perfect and the blade in her body proved it.

‘You have to be strong now, child.’

Her words echoed in your mind, as you took a deep breath and stood, feeling your bones ache and crack after hours of not moving. Thoughts spinning aimlessly through your head.

“I’ll make sure to give you a proper burial. I swear.”

Casting a last glance at your mother, you left the black blade where it was. A silent promise to come back when the time was right.

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[thesolferino]

Touchdown

⤷ dream x f!reader.

⤷ genre: smut, minors please keep scrolling!

⤷ word count: 3.2k

⤷ requested: yes, by this lovely anon

— summary: clay loses a football game, and while he’s already mad, you decide to rile him up even more.

“God fucking damnit.”

Clay muttered, pulling his helmet off and slamming it against one of the benches as he said the last word, making you almost jump as you quietly trailed along behind him, feet following in his footsteps. He ran a sweaty hand through his hair, wiping beads of sweat off the sides of his face as he moved towards his locker, carelessly hanging the helmet in its place as he huffed a frustrated sigh.

The locker room was empty, no traces of anyone’s belongings left, as Clay took his sweet time yelling and arguing with the coach after he instructed the rest of the team to change and get out of his sight; everyone had left before he even reached the lockers. The game hadn’t ended well for his team - the game tied, and he was feeling confident, patting their center, Nick, on the back in encouragement, shooting a pearly smile to those who cheered them on and filled the bleachers. They played overtime, and a coin was tossed, during which his team ultimately lost. Looking back on it in the pessimistic state that he was in now, throwing the towel he used to wipe his face at the wall, that should’ve been the first sign it wouldn’t end well. 

The other team scored one final touchdown in the last three minutes of the game, the crowd’s cheers and protests mixing as the opposing team’s points shot up by six, leaving them victorious by one single point and Clay upset, pent up rage and bitterness stuck inside his body with nowhere to go now that the game was over and balls couldn’t be thrown. He stayed arguing with the coach for longer than he should have, even though he simply refused to budge. You’d managed to come down from the bleachers just in time to see him hold back a curse and speedwalk towards the lockers, following close behind, not even daring to call out his name.

“Damnit!” he shouted again, sitting down on the bench, running both of his hands through his hair fervently, huffing out large exhales every time they moved back and forth. The rest of his gear was still on despite coming here specifically to change - his jersey was still draped over his large shoulder pads and chest, one glove on and the other chucked at the wall as well as the towel, shorts and knee pads in place, too. You carefully reached out to place a warm hand on his shoulder, at least giving him some type of assurance, hoping it would calm the fire that burnt in him, mighty and frantic, at least a little. 

It seems to do nothing, though, and the fire in him just keeps growing taller and stronger, flames licking farther up his throat, seconds away from escaping, burning him to ashes.

They do exactly that - they engulf his entire body, and for the split second that his gaze catches yours, you can see his eyes glint with flames, before he stands up so quickly it makes you dizzy, and presses his lips to yours hungrily. His fire engulfed you, spreading through you like an infectious disease, warmness swarming you from head to toe as he pulled you closer to him by the waist, leaving fiery fingerprints everywhere his hands touched you like hot coal.

He grunted into your kiss as he walked forward, backing you into the wall. The kiss was so unruly, so much more dizzying than any of the delicate ones you’d share in your bedroom - it was forceful, daring, scratchy, and when both of his rough arms wrapped themselves around your waist and he murmured: “Jump.” into your mouth, you knew you weren’t leaving that room without bruises. 

Despite being aware of that, though, you couldn’t help but test his dominance, at least a little bit. Being bratty was second nature; after all, you were the air to his fire. When you blew strong enough, you could calm it down, but when you blew however you pleased, you’d ignite it more intensely than any gasoline ever could. And you couldn’t take the fire out this time, so you might as well fuel it to the best of your abilities. 

“I don’t want to. And take off the uniform, you’re not gonna fuck me with those shoulder pads on.” 

He pulled away, staying close enough to your face so you could feel every riled exhale, enough so you could see his jaw clench and green eyes boring into yours so madly that you almost cowered under his gaze - however, you persisted. There was really no reason to answer like that, and both of you knew it, but you wanted to toy with him, have him earn your submission, no matter if he’s pissed out of his mind or not. In hindsight, that may have not been a good idea, and you realised that the longer he said nothing and stared at you in pure anger, but there’s no going back now, is there?

“I’ll fuck you however I want.” Clay muttered through gritted teeth. “And you’ll like it no matter what.”

With that, his arms were back around your hips, lifting you off the ground as if you weighed nothing, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist when he pushed you to lean against the wall. His lips were glued back onto yours in no time, your hand automatically darting to bury itself in his hair and pull, his fingers on your hips so tight they’d surely leave red marks. His lips left yours and you almost whined but held back when they moved to your neck, barely wasting any time before biting down on it, earning a gasp from you that you foolishly hoped he didn’t hear despite knowing there’s no way he missed it. He sucked on it, hard, to the point that you knew there’s no way it could be any shade other than dark, dark purple in a couple days’ time. 

He set you down briefly, and you did your best to try and hide how impatient and upset you were getting, but he grabbed the hem of his jersey and pulled it up, tossing it to the side before getting rid of the shoulder pads as well, your eyes swerving over his sweaty, naked chest as he silently raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to do the same. You did nothing except lift your gaze back to Clay’s and stare at him with no emotion whatsoever.

“Take it off.” He commanded, gaze switching between your chest and eyes, waiting for you impatiently. You exhaled through your nose, just short of a chuckle.

“Do it yourself.” You shot back, seeing him cock his head to the side in an attempt to compose himself and flush down the anger, despite knowing it won’t work. 

“You’re so fucking annoying.” He scowled, hands immediately grabbing at your shirt and pulling it off, fingers quick on your back, fiddling with the clasp of your bra. 

“And yet you still wanna fuck me like a dog in heat.” You retorted when the clasp loosened and he pulled the fabric down your arms, pressing another hungry kiss to your lips while he rolled one of your nipples through his fingers.

“You think you’ll still be talking to me like this when you’re begging me to cum and I say no?” Clay whispers in your ear right before his mouth moves down to circle his tongue around your other nipple, and neither of you fail to notice the goosebumps that cover your whole body. You don’t even get to manage a word out, syllables falling back into your throat when you swallow upon feeling his hands sneak themselves under your skirt, gripping your thighs. 

“With how she’s talking, I’m sure my little brat isn’t wet right now. Right?” you feel your heart speed up when his hand moves a little further to the right and runs his fingers over your damp panties, brushing over your opening, fingers barely ghosting your clit. His pointer finger catches onto the fabric and pushes the underwear aside, leaving space for his middle finger to feel the juices that pour out of you, his touch feeling incredibly cold against your heat, feeling the tips of his fingers coat themselves in you before pulling away. His eyes meet yours paired with a smug smirk that you’ll never get to erase out of your memory.

“Oops.” he grins. “Seems like I was wrong.”

And then, when you least expect it, his fingers shove themselves in you, eliciting a muffled whimper, legs stumbling backwards to lean on the wall again when they start pumping in and out, lewd noises deafening you as you feel drops of wetness slipping down your thighs. He still persistently works his fingers inside your underwear, thumb sneaking inside too to rub at your clit, and that’s when he pushes a moan out of you, a sign of defeat - music to his ears. You can’t help it, can’t help any of it when it feels so good, when every time his wet finger brushes against your clit it sends a jolt through your whole body, your own hands twitching at the movement. 

Your whole body sets aflame, head blazing, sweat escaping through strands of your hair the longer he keeps going, fingers stuffed in you, thrusting in and out like it’s his last, pushing you towards your orgasm more and more. Sure enough, your stomach starts twisting and your abdomen coils, something inside you pushing you off the walls as you arch more and more and grind into his unrelenting fingers. 

“Cl-Clay… fuck, I’m-!” just as the words pass your lips, his fingers pull out, and the pleasure is entirely gone, ripped away from your hands as you stare up at him, feeling betrayed. Your hands instinctively move to your heat, as if of their own free will, but he grabs at your wrist before they make it to their destination.

“Don’t you dare. You come when I say so. I think I’ve made that very fucking clear, haven’t I?” Both of you know he’s stripped you of your brattiness when you say nothing, just swallow to mend your dry throat and quietly nod - you hate it, he loves it.

Clay pulls his shorts and underwear down his legs, and that’s when you realise you’re finally getting what you’ve been waiting for, so you hook your fingers around the waistband and pull your panties down, stepping out of them when you notice his cock, finally free and painfully throbbing as he strokes himself a few times. His eyes catch sight of the way you practically drool watching him, and he does nothing but scoff before your eyes meet.

“Get on the bench. All fours.” He commands and you comply, climbing onto one of them, arms and legs trembling where you place them.

“Watch your balance. I won’t be slow.” Clay says, guiding his cock into you, slowly pushing the tip inside as you hold your breath, waiting for him to just get on with it, already plenty stretched from the way his fingers fucked you open just seconds before.

“Won’t you now?” You murmur in irritation, words escaping you before you can even rationalise the fact that they won’t do you any good right now. “If you can’t play good, at least try to fuck me good.” 

He stopped in his tracks and you froze, only realising that you may have crossed the line after the words were already long out of your mouth, and you opened it to apologise, but didn’t even get to inhale properly when he suddenly buried himself in you to the hilt, almost tearing you apart when his hips collide with yours and you let out a pained yelp, his cock stretching you out ten times more than his fingers had.

You felt his whole hand wrap itself around your throat before he pulled you up by it, pressing his lips close to your ear so you could hear every last breath of his.

“You know I play as good as I fuck - and best believe, I’ll fuck that brat out of you.” Clay growled into your ear before pushing you back down, not even giving you time to grip the bench before pulling out and thrusting back in with a low groan, setting a fast pace from the start.

You bit down on your lip with more and more force with every thrust - he filled you to the hilt every time, and you were sure you were drawing blood by now, a slight metallic taste coating your tongue from how hard you were holding back your moans. You were absolutely not gonna let him fuck the brat out of you.

He kept pumping into you wildly, pace brutal and unforgiving, and it took everything in you to be as quiet as possible, but then you felt a cold finger carefully rub at your sensitive clit, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore, a loud moan getting pushed out of your throat.

“Fuck! Clay…” you whimpered, trying to stabilise yourself on your shaky arms but barely succeeding because the more he pumped inside of you, the more it felt like he was forcing every thought in your brain out, replacing it with only him and his name. The hand gripping your hips left them, grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail and pulling it whenever he thrusted back in, making you hiss out in a sick mix of pleasure and pain.

“F-Fuck, I…” your throat ran dry from how fast and ragged your breathing stayed - it felt like he was going faster and faster every second.

“This good enough for you, princess?” he exaggerated, mocking you, a little out of breath himself as he pushed farther and farther, thumb never leaving your clit. You swallowed, not able to give him a proper response besides dumbed down words and broken syllables. He angled himself a little different with the next thrust, which made him dive into a spot he hadn’t touched before, making you see stars as you let out a huge gasp, grabbing at his arm that pulled on your hair in a blind attempt to ground yourself.

“R-Right there… fuck, please don’t-don’t stop!” you cried out, a new wave of heat flooding your entire body as he kept hitting the same spot over and over again, making you blind, white imprinted behind your eyelids. Your brain, along with any rational thoughts turned off completely, leaving you with nothing but moans and gasps of his name and how scarily good his cock felt in you.

You felt your climax creeping up on you, slowly but surely, the heat from every part of your body accumulating in the pit of your stomach, feeling the knot ready to come undone any second now. You clenched around him painfully, unable to help the spasms, seconds away from orgasm to the point you could practically taste it. It seemed like Clay could taste it, too, because he slowed down, thrusting into you lazily, like he hadn’t fucked your brains out a moment ago.

“Say sorry.” he said, voice as stable and confident as ever, unwavering compared to your shaky, barely still there one. 

“Wh-what?” It took the words a second to make their way from your ears to your brain, hazy mind clouded with nothing but him, unable to process what he’s even saying when he’s buried so deep in you.

“I said, say sorry.” he bumped into your sweet spot once again, leaving you mewling and your eyes closing on their own.

“I’m sorry. So sorry.” you stuttered, trying to piece your thoughts together while you could.

“Sorry for what?” he asked. “Sorry for the things you said, or sorry because you know I won’t let you come?” 

“I’m-I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t-… I promise I didn’t mean it… Please, let me come, baby…” you whimpered out, grabbing at his arm again, trying to gain the little bit of sympathy you hoped he still had left.

“You’ll have to beg a little harder for me to even think about it, princess.” he chuckled, like the whole thing was damn hilarious, working his fingers on your clit again as your breathing stammered and you fought your best to get some words out.

“God, baby, please, you-you know I didn’t mean it… I’m sorry, so sorry…” you breathed out with another tired gulp. “You-...I-... please, baby, you can’t do this, I’m sorry, okay?”

“I can do whatever I fucking want to and I have some reason for it. What’s stopping me from using you like my own little fuckdoll right now and leaving you here with nothing except my own cum dripping out of you? What’s stopping me?” Clay snapped, pulling you by the hair again. You gulped again, feeling actually nervous this time.

“I… Please, baby, I won’t do it again, I’m sorry, I didn’t… I didn’t mean any of the stuff I said, please, can you just-” 

He interrupted you mid sentence with such a rough thrust that you let out an embarrassingly loud moan, his fingers back on your clit, feeling like you’re getting lifted up to the skies themselves once again. He managed to find the same angle, hitting the spot that made you feel hell and heaven all at once, pleasure prickling at every part of your body as you loudly moaned, putting no effort into concealing it or keeping silent anymore.

You felt the knot in your stomach once again, quicker than ever, slowly unraveling itself and your cries turned into ramblings, begging him to let you come.

“Pl-please, can I please… Fuck! Please, can I- I’m so close, shit, baby, can I please-” you stuttered, tears starting to pool in the corners of your eyes as you could almost touch your climax.

“Fuck, baby. Come for me.” 

As soon as the words escaped his lips, you felt the knot finally untie itself and you let out a guttural moan, not caring who would hear or not - the pleasure was sickeningly sweet, almost making you ill, knocking you to your elbows as you couldn’t see, hear, feel nothing except the wave of pleasure washing over you repeatedly, beads of sweat running down your body.

The clenching of your heat against him while you climaxed drove Clay to the brink of insanity, coming himself before he could even realise it, filling you up to the brim with a few final thrusts. He stayed inside you for a few seconds while you were catching your breath, watching you uncontrollably spasm around him as you came down from the high, clenching around him every so often, all your senses overstimulated.

When your breathing evened out, he finally pulled out, grabbing the box of tissues from his locker as he slowly started to clean you up, wiping over your sensitive parts, holding you up lightly by the stomach so you wouldn’t fall whenever he touched one of the tender parts. You huffed out a large exhale.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Clay. Remind me to never provoke you after a game again, what the fuck.” you said, voice still shaky, and you heard him cackle behind you.

“I’ll probably be mad for the rest of the day anyways, but whatever.”

“You played good, by the way. Really good. I just wanted to piss you off.” You admitted, watching him stand up and look at you with a knowing smile, before pressing a light peck against your lips. 

“Yeah, I figured.”

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[divine-mistake]

there is comfort in this cage, to kiss you the way you visit my mind

Summary: His eyes, intense and icy blue, pierce yours through the reflection. “You own me, my love,” he says, but the smoldering look he gives you leaves you weak and wanting. “I am but yours to command.”

Characters: Loki/(f)Reader

Warnings: 18+ (smut), strong language, soft sub!Loki, porn without plot, vaginal penetration, face-sitting, woman riding, body worship, a hint of angst but mostly just sin, Loki is still a Dom in the end, established relationship

Word Count: 4616

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I really like the idea that Loki views submission as a form of trust and devotion, and while he isn't much of a switch, he would allow the reader to command him in order to prove his love of her. Born of trauma? Probably, but it's something I definitely had fun exploring for him. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!

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“I have kneeled to no one,” he murmurs against the shell of your ear, lips brushing the delicate skin. Shivers wrack down your spine, igniting goosebumps in trails down your bare arms. “But for you, darling? For you, I would do anything.”

You aren’t sure if it’s his words or if it’s the shelter his hands provide that brings heat to your face as he finds the curve of your waist, palms resigned to their fate at the flare of your hip where his fingers spin silk out of your skin. The fine hairs there raise—his touch like static.

His nose draws a line down your neck, tracing the tendon there. “I think you quite like that idea, my love.”

“What?” you manage to say between breaths as Loki’s lips, soft and cool against your warm skin, meeting the juncture of your shoulder where he’s tattooed bites and bruises before. His teeth plunge into your flesh, your head rolling back until Loki catches it in his hand, fingers digging into your scalp for a moment too long before he releases.

His tongue soothes the wound. “The idea that you could control me. That you could command me to kneel at your feet and I would kiss them. That you hold a power over me that stretches beyond sex, beyond love, beyond souls.”

Blunt nails nearly piercing your jaw, Loki turns your head until you face the mirror, forcing you to look. You look positively ravaged and yet all your clothes are still on—your body draped over him like a heavy curtain, knees turned in and barely holding your weight. One of Loki’s arms holds your waist, propping you up against him, your toes grazing the carpeted floor.

His eyes, intense and icy blue, pierce yours through the reflection. “You own me, my love,” he says, but the smoldering look he gives you leaves you weak and wanting. “I am but yours to command.”

You suck in a gasp, trying to twist in his hold to face him, but Loki refuses to let you.

“Command?” You stumble over the word, blinking slowly, lashes heavy. “What—What do you mean?”

“Tell me, darling,” he whispers. “I belong to no one else, and will not cede to anyone like this but you. So tell me. Command me,” he urges, softer this time.

Your words are shaky. “Prove it.”

And, as though you cast magic upon him, Loki’s fingers ease their grasp on your face and he relaxes his grip on your waist. He helps you balance on your feet once more, and then he curves his body around yours to stand in front of the mirror. There, his eyes never leaving yours once, Loki sinks to the floor on his knees.

It’s a heady feeling, you realize—looking down the slope of your nose at a God bowed at your feet. His inky hair falls in waves around his shoulders and you want to wrap your hand in it and pull it back. Instead, you inhale, trembling.

“Touch me,” you say, but it comes out in a wisp of a word.

“Again,” Loki encourages. “With more conviction, my love. With confidence in the bond we share.”

You roll your shoulders back, shuddering another breath. “Touch me. Touch my legs. Show me how much you love them.”

Loki answers with his hands. His palms first, as he grasps your ankles with a gentle grace and slides upward. His fingers then, tracing the muscle of your calves until he finds the thread of veins behind the backs of your knees, huffing a laugh when you twitch from the sensation. His nails last, as he clutches at the soft flesh of your thighs and drags them down the backs. You nearly lose your balance at the feeling, but Loki wraps his arms around your bottom half and holds you steady.

From there, he looks up at you, a smirk on his lips that sends a fire rippling through you. That same mouth is incredibly close to your clothed cunt, and now you wish, more than anything, that your clothes were off.

But first, you want his gone—a tactic he uses all too often with you.

“Stand up,” you tell him, and in an instant he rises. He’s too tall, towering above you, and you choose not to tip your chin upward to meet his gaze. Instead, you focus on his pants, gesturing to them. “Strip. Everything.”

“As you wish,” he murmurs with a soft smile. Loki finds the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, mussing his curls, revealing the hard, lean plates of his pale chest that you long to run your hands over. Then, he shoves the waistband of his sweat pants down and over his trim hips, letting the material fall to the floor before stepping out of them and throwing them somewhere around the room.

“Everything,” you remind him, eyeing his black boxers. A grin splits his lips and Loki slowly peels his underwear off, your gaze following the trail of soft hair leading from his belly button as he soon exposes the defined angle of his pelvis, before finally—finally—his hard cock springs forth and his boxers drop.

Loki looks like a marble statue, a David carved from stone. Everything in you wants to bend to his will instead, to touch him and worship him the way that he deserves. To love him the way he deserves, the love he has gone without for so long. But part of you understands that he needs this just as much as he needs you when you submit to him.

He needs to bow to you. To show you that he trusts you the way that you trust him.

“You’re beautiful,” you say in a breath, eyes roaming the sharp lines that define the man in front of you, the discolored scars littering his body like a battlefield. “You’re so gorgeous, Loki. I love you so much.”

And, it’s so slight that you almost wouldn’t notice it in the darkness of the room, but Loki’s cheeks pinken under your praise. Confidence, cool like the rush of fresh water, surges through you.

“Come here,” you beckon him, holding your hand out to cup his face once he steps closer. Loki leans into your palm, his eyes fluttering shut. “Kneel,” you whisper.

You don’t watch him this time, busy with shucking your shirt off and throwing it across the room, leaving you only in your lacy bra and a pair of sleep shorts. Then, you reach down, holding out a hand, and he intertwines your fingers. With him steadying you, you lift your foot up and point it toward him—a silent command.

Loki takes your foot in his hand and presses his lips to the top of it, flicking his eyes upward to meet your steady gaze.

Beyond sex. Beyond love. Beyond souls. An unbreakable bond.

“Undress me.”

When he’s sure you have your footing once more, Loki wastes no time. His fingers hook in the waistband of your shorts and tug them down, forehead laying against your stomach as he breathes in the scent of your arousal. As he drags the fabric down, stripping you, his hands worship your legs once more. His fingers are soft as he grasps each of your ankles and helps you out of your bottoms. You unclasp your bra, too impatient to wait, and fling it off.

Now, completely bare, you can feel your slick when your thighs press together. Sticky, sweet, drenched. And you want him, you want him so bad, and you want everything.

But you don’t know—you don’t know what you want.

“I—Loki,” you stutter out, frozen. Suddenly, your nerves are static and itching with new anxiety. A flush floods your face, not in passion, but embarrassment. You didn’t think this far ahead. There is so much choice in front of you and what if you mess up?

But he senses this, evidently, and Loki’s hands slide up your hips to hold onto your waist, squeezing you there gently. His thumbs rub slow circles into your skin in an attempt to soothe you.

“Darling,” he speaks lowly, “what do you want from me? Would you like me to pleasure you? Or take you to bed?”

You swallow. “Yes.”

He nuzzles the soft flesh of your stomach, always patient with you. “What would you like, love? Your wish is my command. Your command is mine to follow.”

Suddenly, you catch your own image in the mirror. It’s so starkly different from the other times that you’ve seen yourself in this same reflection. Loki has put you in many positions before, but none of them have looked like this. You, standing steadily, with Loki knelt in front of you, the muscles of his back rippling in the mirror. The curve of his ass, the strong tendons in his thighs.

Closing your eyes and committing the image to memory, you take a deep breath through your nose and exhale through parted lips, calming yourself again.

“I want you to pleasure me,” you say, voice a little unsteady again, but Loki smiles up at you.

“Of course, my goddess.” But he makes no move, and it dawns on you that your command was unfinished.

“Your mouth,” you tell him. “Use your mouth on me, Loki.”

Silently, he takes your hand in his, and you grip onto him tightly. It’s such a small gesture, and yet so overwhelming—that he knows he needs to hold you there when your knees become weak. It’s clear how much he adores you, and it brings the sting of tears to your eyes that you blink back.

Loki eases your thigh over his shoulder, spreading your cunt so wantonly for him, and then his tongue is devouring it all. He licks up every ounce of your wetness until you don’t know what is slick and what is saliva. Already your knees buckle at the feeling as your head drops back, and Loki wraps his arm around the small of your back to hold you there.

You moan his name and your free hand tangles in his long locks, gripping his curls like they’re the reins to the beast who feasts upon your core. His mouth is magic, his tongue busy writing poetry addressed to your clit while his fingers squeeze tighter around your own. Everything feels off balance as you stand there, eyes hazy and half-lidded, watching as the God between your legs seeks to destroy you in the throes of pleasure. The leg that you stand on trembles, weak.

“Take me to bed,” you command, and though your voice is breathy with a moan, it’s stronger than anything else you’ve told him to do tonight. Loki immediately answers your call. Not even taking his mouth away from your cunt, he pulls his hand away from yours to scoop you up into his arms, and then your back is against the bed, twisting the sheets beneath you, and oh, oh, oh, his shoulders have spread your legs wider for him and his nose is bumping your clit as he fucks into your tight hole, your spine arched in immeasurable delights.

But your eyes snap open with a new idea—one that makes your face even hotter if that’s possible, and your thighs squeeze around Loki’s head in anticipation.

“Wait,” you pant out, pulling his head back by his raven locks and forcing him to release you. “Stop.”

When he comes up for air, his eyes are glistening as much as his lips are, covered in the honey he’s sucked from your center. The same tongue that was ravaging you only seconds ago darts out to clean his lips of your essence, a low groan in his chest at the taste. Your grip on his hair tightens at the sight as a new flood of juice slickens your pussy yet again and Loki hisses in pleasure.

“Yes, my queen?” he asks, his hands kneading the flesh of your thighs as he waits. He seems all too content that you’ve assumed such control over him, but even so, the thread of anxiety is still tugging at your stomach and you swallow back the fear you think might seep into your next words.

“I want to try something,” you say, fingers finally untangling from his hair.

“I would have you want for nothing,” he says, crawling up your body to come closer to you. “What shall I give you, my goddess?”

“Lay back,” you tell him, but the shake is back. “I want to—to—”

Loki’s hands frame your face and he brings your lips to his own, kissing you sweetly. Your own taste invades your mouth as his tongue sweeps inside, and then he’s pulling away and his thumb is rubbing the bone of your cheek.

“Say it,” he says, and it’s the softest demand you think you’ve ever heard from him.

“I want to ride your face,” you whisper, and your hand comes up to sweep over his throat, fingers smoothing over his adam’s apple as it bobs. “I want you to make me come like that.”

Without word, Loki lays back and takes you with him, flipping you both. Suddenly you’re on top—a position that you’ve not spent as much time in—with your thighs bracketing his trim waist and your hands on his chest. You don’t wait for his approval this time. Immediately, you start to shift forward, Loki’s hands on your hips to help you, until you are on your knees right above his face. Your own hands grip the headboard of the bed, using the leverage to keep your balance.

“Sit here, darling,” Loki says and the breath of his words is warm on your quivering cunt. “My face is but a throne for you. Take it—please.”

Please. The word shocks you into shivers, a gasp pulled from your mouth like there’s something magnetic in the air, and you sink down upon his lips. And, like a wild animal thrown its first bone, Loki’s hands clutch at your waist until there are sure to be bruises and he yanks you down further, until there’s no space between the two of you, until he’s surely inhaling nothing but you.

“Loki!” you call out, first in anxiety, and then in pure pleasure as his tongue delves further into your pussy. Your mind darkens, blanking, void of anything except Loki, Loki, Loki. Your grip on the headboard tightens, nails scratching invisible grooves into the wood as you cling desperately onto whatever you can as Loki works your clit over and over and over until you’re frenzied.

Your hips move on their own, grinding and rolling over his face like ocean waves looking to crash upon the beach, to meet their end. And, as his lips find your clit and create a wet seal around it, sucking and licking and guiding you higher and higher and higher toward your peak, Loki provides.

With a sob that sounds like choked-off letters of his name, you come with rapture. Your body arches, head thrown back, thighs clenched around Loki’s head. Using all your strength, you try to lift yourself away from his face, but Loki’s arm becomes a bar around your waist and he wrenches you back down and licks up every single drop of the honey that leaks from your throbbing cunt.

“Loki,” you cry again, near a whimper, and then he’s pulling away from the apex of your thighs and easing you down his body until you’re collapsed against his chest. Through the haze of your post-orgasmic bliss, you watch his eyes as they explore your spent body, raking over your entire form.

“You are gorgeous,” he murmurs, reaching up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Sometimes, I do not understand it.”

“Understand what?” you ask, still breathless, still reeling, still burning at the core.

His eyes are heavy when he meets your eyes. “How you have captured me so and yet you do not see it. You could run at any moment and I would be helpless, unable to give chase, though I would be desperate to do so. At times, I think you should. And in those times, I wonder if it is monstrous of me to think that if you did leave, that I would not be able to sleep or eat or breathe until I went after you and begged at your feet for you to come back.”

It’s a punch to the gut—all your insides freezing, frosted edges sharp and jabbing painfully into your soft belly. Immediately, you shoot up, hands braced against his hardened abdomen to look at him more clearly. Yes, the eyes that you love so much are so sad right now. He reminds you of the scared little boy you first saw in him when he came to Midgard with his brother. Terrified and alone and misunderstood. It hurts to see that again, his eyes like the dark depths of the ocean, unexplored and teeming with the monsters only heard of by the dead they’ve ravaged.

“You think I would let you leave?” you ask him, jaw loose and lips parted. Loki blinks, brows drawn together in confusion. “You say I don’t see how I’ve captured you, but you don’t see the same.”

As if you can pour all your feelings for him into one kiss, you smash your lips to his in a bruising kiss, something you aren’t used to initiating. You nip at his bottom lip, slip your tongue into his mouth, taste yourself on the tongue that tangles with your own.

“You haven’t captured me, Loki,” you say against his mouth. “I wouldn’t run if you gave me the chance. I’m not with you because you’ve caged me.”

You rock onto your knees and reach behind your back, fingers brushing over his cock that is still hard against his stomach. When you take it into your palm, gripping the velvet skin, Loki’s head falls back and he groans. In one swift movement, your wet heat envelops him as you sink down upon his cock, gasping. There, you sit atop him, your juice pooling in the finely-groomed hairs at the base of him.

Loki makes a sound you’ve never heard before—a cross between a moan and a guttural growl—as you rock back to grasp his thighs like a handle. You watch with fascination how his throat moves as he swallows, giving away how much your cunt swallowing his cock affects him.

“I’m with you because I love you,” you pant, breathless. “Because I chose you, Loki. I choose you. I want you—every part of you that exists. The good, the bad, the broken. I own you. I own you the same way you own those parts of me, and happily.”

When you smile down at him, you realize that Loki is looking at you as if dumbstruck. As if lightning has just rained down from the ceiling and shocked him speechless. He raises a hand toward you, fluttering and trembling anxiously, and it falls upon your cheek. You lean into his touch, lips peeled back and curled to show your teeth as you laugh a little.

“You are…” He struggles to find the words as his other hand falls to your bare hip. “You are the rarest thing in all the galaxies that might exist.”

And, like that, the air in the room shifts and Loki’s fingers find purchase in your soft flesh and he bucks up, suddenly and deliciously.

“And yet,” you say between gasps, “you are the one who keeps me. The only one allowed to ruin me.”

Loki’s hand caresses down your jaw until it falls at your throat, fingers splayed out in dominance there, a necklace made of bones and skin and him. A darkness consumes his eyes, pupils gone wide with a new sort of lust that wasn’t there before.

“Then ruin you I shall, love.”

He plants his feet on the bed, shifting you forward until you have nothing left to hold onto, and then he’s fucking up into you. Loki sets a pace that is punishing, bouncing you up and down as stuttered moans fall from your lips like broken prayers to his altar. He is your God and you’ll scream his name to the heavens until his father hears it in Valhalla.

Loki’s fingers tighten around your neck now, not squeezing, but holding you there against him as his cock pistons in and out of your tight pussy wet with its own slick. Like this, he reaches parts so deep inside of you they’ve been all but forgotten, the tip scraping against the one place that makes your eyes roll back into your head. From the way his hips force you to rock back and forth, your clit grinds and drags on the bone of his pelvis, creating a friction you didn’t know you needed until right now.

“I have kneeled to no one,” Loki repeats, desperate and gritty, in your ear, “but now I have kneeled to you, my queen.”

His cock slips in and out of you at a pace you can’t keep up with. You’re unable to do anything but to sit atop him and take it, bent nearly in half as he breaks your body with his thrusts.

“I have kissed your feet the way I have kissed the most precious parts of you,” he says, and his hand travels from your neck up into your hair to force your lips to his, a demonstration. His tongue is everywhere and the kiss is sloppy, spit-filled, and your bottom lip is bleeding when you pull back from lack of air.

Your cunt throbs and contracts around him, calling out, clenching, needy. You feel it in your muscles, in your bones, in every part of you that Loki owns—the threads of your existence unraveling into what will be your end.

“No one else has this power over me. I would trust no one else the way I have trusted you, and yet you will still let me ruin you in the same way?”

With your head thrown back, your pleasure rising and rising and rising, you scratch your nails down his chest until red lines decorate his pale skin.

“I was ruined the moment I met you,” you sob out, nearly there. “You ruined me, Loki, and I would let you do it again. I would beg you. Please, please ruin me!”

He hisses as you tighten around him, climbing toward the highest peak. His hands find your waist, tight around you, and he helps you to meet the powerful thrust of his hips. You scream aloud as his cock hammers against your insides, filling you, satiating you until it’s almost too much that it’s not enough, giving you everything you ever could have asked for.

“Beg for me,” Loki snarls. “Beg for me the way that I beg for you in every single way!”

“Please, please, please,” you repeat like a mantra, never-ending, punctuated by the head of his cock brushing your cervix.

And just as you hit the highest note of the heavens, Loki’s last words surround you like a wave crashing over your head.

“Ruining you is my greatest delight.”

Your vision goes white as you go under, back snapped in an impossible curve, lips parted in a scream that you don’t hear as the orgasm washes over you like cool water. Your thighs tremble as honey gushes from the crevice that Loki fucks into, tainting your ruined pussy with his spend as he stuffs you full.

“I love you,” he whispers as you collapse atop him, sweat matting your hair to your forehead. You lay there, catching your breath, as the waves of your orgasm roll through you, making you clench around his cock, still inside you. Loki hisses in delayed pleasure, but he wraps you up in his arms and refuses to pull out of you, even as the mixture of your come seeps out around him.

“I love you,” you reply in a mumble, barely coherent. He chuckles at this, petting your hair as you wind down.

It’s finally quiet in your bedroom, no sound but the labored breath that comes from your as you try to calm your racing heart. Loki is unbothered, barely having broken a sweat, but his eyes are glassy and there is a loopy smile on his face that is reserved only for you in these times, and it makes your heart feel full.

“Do you truly beg for me?” you ask him, a finger tracing designs into his naked chest.

“Indeed,” he replies, staring up at the ceiling. “In less vocal ways, I do.”

“Oh,” you say, burrowing your face into his skin. He huffs a laugh and you feel it rumble through his body.

“While you may show devotion like this, in begging for your own ruination, I beg for you in other ways. How I seek you out first in whatever room I may walk into, despite knowing that you may not be there. Or how I ask for you to clean my wounds, to bandage me after battle. This is how I beg for you, darling.”

When you raise your head to look at him, Loki takes your head to guide you to him and captures your lips in his, a promise. A vow of honesty.

“However,” he continues, “I wanted to bow to you like this tonight. I wanted to beg for you in the way you so often beg for me. Devotion through submission.”

“I know,” you say, choking on the words. “You were beautiful. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for… letting me try.”

He smiles. “You need not thank me. As I said, love, this power that you hold over me stretches beyond the simple act of sex. We have a bond that is written in the stars, forged into a constellation, darling. I would give you anything if only you asked for it—and my submission, giving up my control to you, is but one of those things.”

Your fingers slide over his jawline, tracing the angle of his face. Then, you brush his hair away from where it lays at his forehead, pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I would give my life for you,” he says as if it was a simple thing. “I would break my soul apart for you.”

“And I would die with you,” you tell him firmly, cupping his cheek. “So don’t—don’t leave me, Loki.”

He inhales, shakily, and then rocks his hips into yours again. You squeak in pleasure, still sensitive from your first orgasms, and then a giggle falls from your lips as you feel him stiffening inside of you.

“Again?” you tease, flicking his nose. Loki’s face morphs from pensive into something all too mischievous.

“Well, when you speak of dying for me, love, you know it turns me on.”

Loki grasps your hips and lifts you, pulling out of your spent cunt, and then he’s twisting your bodies until you’re set on your hands and knees and he’s behind you, palming the cheek of your ass. Already you can feel the apex of your thighs slicken further, your core burning for his attention yet again.

“Plus,” he murmurs into your ear, teeth tugging on the lobe until you whimper, “I feel I haven’t ruined you enough yet. And you begged so prettily for it. Who am I to deny you, love? I promised you would want for nothing.”

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Always You | JJK (Nine-pt2) (Final)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 15k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (!!!), mentions of sex, thigh riding, fingering, switch!jk, switch!oc, unprotected sex, multiple postions, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, blowjob, marking

Notes: The end is finally here! But no worries I will most likely do drabbles for you guys:) Thank you SO much for reading this story and sending so many loving comments. Enjoy this last chapter of ‘Always You’ and feel free to send me an ask to chat about the story, I LOVE talking with ya’ll!

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Previous

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New Year’s Eve

You get backed into Jungkook’s dorm room door, his hands scrambling to find the knob as his lips devour you. You whine when his teeth catch your bottom lip, Jungkook darkly chuckles when he hears you.

“You like that?” he finally gets the knob turned and the door is opening, you two quickly stumble in.

“More than you know.” You whisper.

Jungkook guides you further into his dorm room, his hands finding a place on your ass as you walk inside.

“I hope I do a lot of things you like…” Jungkook pulls you in close, your chest against his.

“Because I…”

“You what?” You look up into his doe eyes and he seems shy almost for a moment before they’re darkening.

“Nothing.” He smirks down at you, “I just hope I make you feel good.” His whisper hits your lips and you feel yourself grow warmer. You know this may not be a great idea…you know this could even be considered a mistake but here you are anyway—inside Jungkook’s room, anticipating a special night ahead of you

“You already do.” You admit. “Want you to kiss me now.” You command softly.

Jungkook looks into your eyes for a few more moments while his smile grows. He nods his head and leans in, his forehead touching yours but he does not kiss you. His hands travel from your ass, gliding up your back until his hands are bunched up in your hair.

“How badly do you want to kiss me?” His breath mingles with yours as he speaks.

“Jungkook…” you whimper, your own hands finding his hair.

“I—”

“How badly do you want me?” his fingers begin massaging your scalp and you melt.

“As bad as I want you?” He asks, his voice so soft and tender, like he is whispering a secret.

“Jungkook…” your breathless call of his name has his cock twitching in his pants. You can feel it against you, making you so god damn turned on.

Your chest begins heaving against his as you search for a steady breath, but with his forehead still pushed up against yours it is so hard to. His breaths aren’t any better, he struggles to breath slowly when he is in this position with you.

“Don’t worry I will kiss you.” His rough breaths reach you, “But I plan on doing so much more than that, baby.”

Jungkook leans in until his lips meet yours, he only pecks you, letting you get use to the shape of his lips. He begins to move his mouth over yours a bit more sensually, his lips exploring your own as you kiss him back. You tug his hair to bring him in even closer and Jungkook grunts, making all the heat rush to your core. The noises he makes are heaven to your ears.

Jungkook continues to kiss you slowly…that is until you moan into his mouth—Jungkook felt that vibrate his whole body and he can’t help but buck his hips into yours, making you moan again. Jungkook takes advantage of your mouth slightly falling open to slide his tongue in, he tangles it with yours and you whine out. Kissing him faster and harder until he slips his own moans into the mix. His voice is so low when he speaks and when he grunts but when he moans out, it’s the sound of him losing all control.

You become so pathetically desperate, your hands rubbing against his back, his chest, his ass, his thighs. Jungkook isn’t any better as he also explores your body, his fingers skimming over the exposed skin of your stomach thanks to the crop top. He drags his fingers up, underneath the shirt, until he’s cupping your breasts. You arch your back, pushing your chest even further into his.

Jungkook doesn’t break the kiss as his hands explore you, your pebbled buds rolling between his fingers. You whimper at the contact and Jungkook groans. He pulls away from you, staring at you with dark eyes.

“Let’s take this off.” He tugs on the bottom of your shirt, “Need to see you.”

You nod your head yes and Jungkook is quick to lift the shirt over your head, exposing your breasts. He brings a hand to his mouth as he eyes you, he screws his eyes shut before they’re opening again…his soaks you in.

“So fucking pretty.” He murmurs. You can’t help but begin to feel shy under his gaze, you go to cover yourself with your arms but he stops you.

“Baby…don’t cover yourself…not in front of me. Not me, baby.” His hand gently drags your arms back down to your side,

“Jungkook…” You breathe out and he rolls his head back, groaning at the sound of his name.

“You have to take something off too…” You say with a sly smile, “Like, your pants.”

Jungkook quirks a brow at you, clearly amused that that’s where you want to start.

“You want me to take my pants off first?” he smiles, his fingers fumbling with the button and zipper of his pants. “I can do that.”

Jungkook rushes to slip his pants off, one leg at a time. Your eyes follow his every movement, drinking him in. He slides down the jeans exposing his dark boxer briefs and your mouth already starts watering. You can see his impressive bulge through the thin material and you have to squeeze your thighs together to soothe your ache. His thighs. His fucking thighs. Jungkook’s thighs, that’s it.

“Take your shirt off too.” You quietly command and Jungkook listens. He slips off his shirt and he’s left here in nothing but his boxer briefs. His muscles on full display. You walk closer to him and reach out to touch him. As soon as your fingertips makes contact with his soft skin, he is closing his eyes and releasing a long breath.

“Want to touch me more?” he asks under his breath and you nod. You walk even closer until you’re pushing him back on his bed. He falls gently to the bed, he sits up and reaches out for you. You walk between his legs and continue touching him.

Your hands travel along his chest, dragging your fingers down his abs. Both of your breathings become erratic as you explore his body, your hands then go to grip his strong thighs and you groan upon feeling the muscles.

“God, I fucking love your thighs.” you breathe out huskily, “They always get me going.” You confess, digging your fingers into the muscular flesh.

“Want to ride them?” Jungkook looks at you with submissive eyes.

“Really?” you are already pushing him back, causing him to lean back on his arms and you climb into his lap, straddling him. His hands land on your ass, gently squeezing the cheeks. You moan at the feeling of his hands on you, leaning down to peck his lips once more before you hike up his briefs to expose more of his thick thighs. You decide to straddle the left thigh, your skirt exposing your panties that are doing nothing to hide the fact that they’re soaked. You feel his thigh muscles flex beneath you and you throw your head in the crook of his neck, your fingers pulling at his wavy locks.

Jungkook groans as you pull harder on his hair as you begin to rock your hips against his thigh, a nice and steady rhythm…back and forth, back and forth. Your clit rubbing against his muscles so deliciously, you think you could come in seconds but you want to savor this feeling.

“Use me baby.” Jungkook slides his hands up your thighs, and grabs a hold of your hips, guiding your movements to fuck his thigh faster and harder.

You rise from his neck, throwing your head back as you whimper softly as you hump his thigh faster and faster.

“Ah, Jungkook” you moan out his name and Jungkook feels his cock twitch in his briefs. He could come just by watching you.

The knot inside you tightens incredibly, you feel your orgasm approach quickly and before you can warn him you’re already coming undone, a string of high pitched moans leaving your mouth.

Jungkook watches you with lust-filled eyes, his lips parted as he pants. “Fuck, that was so hot y/n.” his hands caressing your hips.

You’re still so lost in the orgasm you just had, surprise tickling your insides as you realize just how fast you came just by riding Jungkook’s thigh. Your chest still heaves as you force yourself to relax, your head coming forward to rest on Jungkook’s shoulder. He chuckles beneath you, his hands squeezing your hips.

“Felt good?” his right hand travels to cup the back of your head.

“So good.” You say as you crash your mouth onto his, your lips kissing him desperately.

“All I want is for you to feel good.” Jungkook admits softly, his hands drop to your waist and he circles his thumbs over your skin.

“I want you to feel good too.” You lean down to kiss him slowly, tenderly, delicately, basically all things soft. He kisses back with a certain degree of passion and it makes you whine.

“Could. Kiss. You. All. Night.” Jungkook huffs between kisses, “But really want to do more.” The desperation in his voice goes straight to your pussy…you just came but you’re feeling hot all over again.

You look down at his thigh and see your cum on his skin…it’s fucking glistening. You admittedly feel a bit shy seeing it, but also feel a degree of power. Jungkook notices you looking down at the mess you made and he smirks.

“You used me so well, baby.”

“I did.” You say with a sly smile. “I don’t want it to end any time soon…” you say quietly.

“Oh, this night is just beginning.” Jungkook’s fingers go to the zipper of your skirt and begins sliding it down. “Tonight until morning, you are all mine.”

You feel your heart pinch, just until morning he says? Then you have to make tonight count.

“All yours.” You repeat. You begin to leave his lap, standing to your feet. You stand in between Jungkook’s legs and reach for your skirt, you shimmy out of it, letting it drop to the floor. It pools around your ankles and you’re quick to kick it away from you.

You stand in front of Jungkook in just your black, lacey panties. His eyes drop to your ankles and they skim up your body, he takes his time eyeing you over. His breaths are beyond heavy as he watches you stand here on display for him, his cock unimaginably hard and aching to be touched.

“C’mere, baby.” Jungkook’s words are barely a whisper. “Come lay down for me.”

You crawl over Jungkook to lay on his bed, you breathe in and out as steady as humanly possible but the world just feels like it’s on fire all around you. Once you find a comfortable position you whisper his name, Jungkook’s full attention is already on you. Jungkook moves too until he is positioning himself over you.

“Tonight I am going to touch you, is that okay?” His fingers find themselves in your hair as you nod yes.

“Words.”

“Yes.”

“Tonight I am going to taste you, is that okay?” He leans down to kiss your lips.

“Yes.” You say breathlessly as he pulls back just a few centimeters.

“Tonight I am going to fuck you, is that okay?” He lowers himself until his clothed cock is rubbing against your needy clit.

“Y-Yes.”

Jungkook lets an approving smile dance on his lips before he leans in and crashes his lips on to yours. He rocks his hips into your hips as he kisses you like crazy. His tongue finds its way prodding into your mouth, your tongues dancing and tangling with one another. You both moan at the sensation. Finally. Fucking finally you get to feel what it’s like to kiss Jeon Jungkook. What it feels like to have him so needy for you.

Unfortunately, Jungkook has pulled away from you a small look of worry gracing his beautiful features.

“You sure this is okay?”

“Yes, Jungkook.”

“Is it?” He asks again.

“Is this okay?” Jungkook keeps asking you, his fingers bunching up your hair and you nod pathetically.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to kiss you? Since I fucking met you.” He admits, his fingers traveling down to your panties, he pushes them aside as he dips a finger into your wet hole. You moan out, your moan loud and high pitched and Jungkook can’t help but smirk.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Another finger.” You practically fucking beg, and Jungkook complies quite easily. He slips another finger into your greedy fucking pussy and you yelp. He moves his fingers inside you so fucking expertly, making your toes curl.

“You make me feel so good.” You whimper out.

Jungkook can’t help but reach down and rub his aching cock through his briefs, he wants to feel good too. He is absolutely aching for you, wanting to be touched by you so badly.

“Stop touching yourself” you command and Jungkook being the good boy he is, listens.

“Make me come, Jungkook.” And once again, he complies. He makes you come all over his fingers and then he makes you come again on his tongue and then for a third time, he makes you come on his tongue again making you feel fucking spent. He did all that while keeping your panties on, a man of many talents.

“Lay on your back.” You order and his eyes go wide with excitement. You lay down next to him and your fingers very delicately dance across his lower stomach. He sighs out heavily, releasing long breaths one after the other. Your fingers reach the waist band of his briefs and you begin to slowly drag them down. His cock springs free and your mouth waters at the sight. There’s no way he is this blessed. He’s so incredibly long and thick, the head of his cock swollen and leaking with precum.

“You wanted to touch yourself right?” you tease. “Now’s your chance.”

“W-What?”

“I want you to touch yourself, Jungkook. You can use my juices as lube,” you say, spreading your legs, your own cum sticky against your inner thighs.

Jungkook’s doe eyes turn sharp as he stares at you and he whimpers. Fucking whimpers. He is quick to gather your juices in his hand and start jacking himself off. He holds on to his cock tightly, rubbing it viciously.

“Ah. Ah.” He groans out, his eyes never leaving yours as he touches himself.

“Such a good boy, Jungkook. God, can you imagine if this gorgeous cock was in my mouth right now?” you whisper in his ear.

“Can you imagine my pretty pink lips wrapped around you, my head bobbing up and down? Can you hear me choke? Choke on this pretty cock?”

“So close, y/n. please don’t stop.”

“You’re not allowed to come yet. Can you imagine fucking me, Jungkook?

“God, yes, yes, yes.”

“Can you imagine thrusting into my pussy? My walls getting tight around your cock? Making us both come?”

“Fuck, y/n. I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come.”

You raise yourself, leaning away from his ear and smirk down at him.

“Since you were so good for me, I’ll reward you. I’ll let you come. And I’ll let you come down my throat.”

You move until you’re on top of him, you lean down until you’re replacing his hand with your mouth. He groans out loudly when he feels his cock enter your warm mouth and you moan into the feeling.

“Fuuuuuck.”

And Jungkook is coming so fucking hard, he doesn’t think he has ever come this hard before. He shoots his cum down your throat and you swallow it all, not even a drop left behind on your lips.

You rise from his cock and smile down at him and he lifts himself up and his lips crash into yours.

Jungkook pulls away for a moment, his eyes dark and his voice low,

“Now I am going to fuck you.”

The bed creaks beneath you as Jungkook guides you further up the mattress, his body hovering your own. His hands come to slide up your arms as you shiver under his touch.

“I’m giving you goosebumps.” He says while lightly stroking your arm, feeling each bump under his fingertips. “What else do I do to you?”

“So many things Jungkook…” you heavily breathe out, your chest is heaving at this point. The anticipation of his touch is driving you nuts.

“Need to find out.” He simply states, his head lowering down to the crook of your neck. He breathes you in and lowers himself between your spread legs.

“Can I touch you again?”

“Yes, please.” You don’t mean to whimper, but you do. You fucking do.

Jungkook’s slender fingers make their way skimming across your bare stomach until he reaches the hem of your panties. He lifts the band up and slaps it against your skin.

“I want these off, is that okay?”

You only nod your head.

“Words y/n. When you’re with me you use your words okay baby?” His fingers begin lowering your panties down. “Lift yourself for me.” And you obey. Jungkook slides your panties down your legs and you’re left completely naked underneath him.

“God, I can just see how wet you are.” You immediately force your legs shut, feeling embarrassed at his words.

“Oh no you don’t. You got this wet for me? I want to see it. Open for me, baby.” Very hesitantly you begin to move your legs apart, the blush on your face deepening.

Jungkook’s fingers spread your folds open, he watches as strings of your cum detach as he spreads your folds further and further apart. He licks his lips over and over, just imagining tasting you again.

“Please more, Jungkook.” You whine for him and he smiles, his eyes never leaving your wet pussy.

Jungkook leans down and his mouth is just an inch above where you fucking need him, he hovers over your pussy making you groan out. He finally shifts his eyes from your core to your eyes, the eye contact is dangerous. Before you know it, his tongue is poking out and swirling around your clit, you cry out in pleasure. His fingers find their way inside your hole, they stretch you out so fucking nicely.

“Jungkook!” You moan out his name and he grunts back in approval.

Jungkook makes his way back to your lips, he kisses them over and over while he thrusts his fingers in and out of you.

“So fucking pretty, my baby.”

“You’re all mine.”

“My pretty baby.”

His cock slides between your wet folds and you can’t take it anymore. You need him, you need him so fucking bad. The desire you feel for him is very fucking real and he can feel that.

“Please, Jungkook!” You gasp out, as he teases his cock at your entrance.

Jungkook slides his gorgeous cock into you inch by glorious inch. His cock twitching inside your pulsating pussy, his harsh breaths fanning your face. Jungkook slams his eyes shut, his teeth gritting in anticipation as he waits for you to give the ok. You only gasp for air as he bottoms out, his dick reaching places no one ever has before, you slowly nod your head giving him permission to fuck you into oblivion. He says he could, so you’ll believe him. .

Jungkook opens an eye to look at you carefully, your face contorted in pleasure showing him how you are indeed okay to go on. Jungkook’s hand massages your hips, his touch setting your skin on fire. He begins to slowly ease out of you until just the tip remains then he slams his hips into yours. His body falls forward and he lifts your head up with his free hand and brings you closer for a wild kiss. He grinds himself into you deliciously, his hips rocking back and forth causing you to moan out for him over and over.

“Please…please.” You pant, rolling your hips into his as you meet his desperate thrusts.

“Please what, princess?” he breathes out heavily, “Told you that when you’re with—” He begins fucking into you faster, “When you’re with me…to use your words.” His pace is bruising, causing you to choke on the air around you.

“Please, harder.” You manage to get out while gripping on to his wide shoulders, your finger nails digging into his soft skin.

Jungkook smirks down at you, his eyes shining with something you can’t quite describe.

“Harder?” he questions, his lips coming down to suck bruises into your neck. “Deeper too?” he bites a particular spot that makes you groan.

“Just—just need more of you…” you grab his hair by the handful and yank his head back and bring his face to yours. Your lips meeting his.

His tongue slips past your lips, tongues dancing to the beat of his thrusts. His cock is buried so deep within you that you feel you are no longer a single person but now a person merged with another. You have never felt more connected.

Jungkook growls at the sight of you—your lips apart and eyes barely open. Your head is thrown back showing Jungkook all the pretty blooming bruises on your skin.

“So fucking pretty.” He grits out, eyes lit on fire.

You’re barely able to respond as he thrusts into you even harder, your tits bouncing with each movement.

“Gonna come soon…” he says between heavy breaths, his pace becoming sloppy.

“Gonna come inside me?” you cry out, your fingernails digging into his back.

“Need you to come with me baby”

You could of came from his cock alone, that you are sure of but when his fingers meet the sensitive clit of yours, you are seeing stars. He’s rubbing messy circles, easily sliding around from how wet you are, his fingers getting drenched.

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly his fingers bring you to orgasm.

You gasp out, voice hoarse from all the moaning and screaming he’s drawn from your body. “fuuuuuucckk.” You whine, your orgasm has you breathless.

“I—I’m coming…” he pants in your ear, his breath tickling your sensitive skin.

He fucks into you quickly before stilling his hips and shooting his cum deep within you, decorating your walls. He doesn’t move. You don’t move. He stays buried to the hilt, breathing heavily into the crook of your neck. You aren’t much better, your breaths also harsh. You look to the nightstand to read the clock that says 4 AM. Fuck, what did you do?

You just fucked your best friend.

You and Jungkook lay in the bed next to one another breathless. You don’t want this night to end. You don’t want morning to come. You want to be his forever, not just until morning. You don’t want reality to set in. You don’t want any awkward goodbyes. You don’t want any of this now that you think about it.

Was this indeed a mistake? Do you…regret it? How do you move past this? How do you go from here?

“y/n…” Jungkook is staring up at the ceiling as he says your name, his breaths finally coming down to a steady rhythm.

“Hm?” you take several long moments before you respond, but you do.

“Will you come closer to me?” He asks quietly. “You’re so far away.”

“I’m literally right next to you.” You kind of chuckle.

“Want you closer though…” you can hear the pout in his voice, you don’t even have to look at him to know his bottom lip is jutted out.

“You want to…cuddle?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“You can cuddle me.” You say, turning on your side, away from him.

You hear Jungkook laugh from behind you as his naked body comes closer to yours, he inches closer and closer until his chest is flush against your back and his arm is draping over your waist.

“Fine by me.” He says as he gets comfortable.

You can feel his soft cock up against your ass and you hate that the feeling is already making you feel some type of way.

“Just try not to wiggle your ass so much or I’ll have to fuck you again.” Jungkook whispers in your ear.

His words kind of go straight to your pathetically weak vagina, that bitch really gets turned on for anything related to Jungkook.

“I’ll try.”

“Oh? So you didn’t choose this position because you want to get fucked again?” Jungkook chuckles, he holds on to you tighter.

“This position makes me feel safe.” You admit softly. “But I could definitely get fucked again.”

“Do you feel that?” Jungkook bumps his cock on your ass, you can feel that it’s not as soft as before. “Feel what you do to me?”

“How are you already getting hard?” You laugh, “You just came.”

“It’s your fault. I am so needy for you.” He admits between heavy breaths, “But if you’re tired—”

“No, I need you too.” You say to him, you try to sound sexy but in reality there is a softness in your voice, maybe even something kind of sad. Because you realize just how badly you need him, not just want him but need him.

“Do you?” Jungkook asks with the same tone of voice as you…soft and almost sad.

“More than you know, Jungkook.”

“Baby…”

Before you guys can get too serious, you decide to wiggle your ass into his crotch. He immediately grunts and you feel his cock become harder and harder as you continue to rub your ass on him.

“Need you so bad.” You quietly scream, most of the noise being shielded by the pillow.

“Me too, baby.” Jungkook’s hand goes to grope your left breast, he squeezes it softly and his fingers find your hard nipple and he rolls it between his fingertips.

“Ahh.” You arch your back, your ass being even more shoved into his crotch.

“Gonna fuck you again, okay?” He cries out, “Gonna fuck you just like this.”

Jungkook reaches down to grab a hold of his long, thick cock and he spreads your cheeks to get a better positioning on your pussy.

“Please Jungkook!”

He slowly, very slowly eases inside you. You’re so wet, it almost takes no effort on his part. You whine when he bottoms out again. He kisses your shoulder over and over and lightly bites it causing you to squeak.

“This time I am gonna fuck you slowly.” He warns, kissing your shoulder again, trailing up towards your neck, and kissing the spot below your ear over and over. Jungkook embraces you as he begins fucking into you, he pumps in and out, the sound of your wetness echoing in the room.

“Feel nice?” He whispers in your ear, “I just want you to feel good baby.”

“I…feel so…so…good.”

Jungkook lifts your head up slightly so he can slip his other arm beneath you, and that hand finds its way to your throat, he wraps his fingers around it quite loosely before he asks you if it’s okay.

“Yes, yes.” You beg.

He lightly squeezes your throat as he fucks into you a little harder than before, his other hand still playing with your nipple until that hand is traveling lower and lower. His fingers find your clit and he begins rubbing it nice and slow.

“Gonna have you coming again tonight.” He whines, “You’ll think of me anytime you come from now on, okay?” His desperate voice making you hotter and hotter.

“Okay.” You nod your head pathetically.

“No. I want to hear you say it, ‘I’ll only think of you Mr. Jeon.’” He half jokes, fucking into you a little faster now.

“I’ll only think of you Mr. Jeon.” You say in all seriousness. “Only you.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he soaks in your words and he smirks.

“Always me. Say it.”

“Always you.”

Jungkook thrusts into you faster and faster, hitting even more sensitive spots thanks to this angle. He groans and moans, and cries out every few moments. You feel too damn good, you feel like something he can only experience from you. You make him feel so fucking in love.

He doesn’t want this night to end either, he can just keep you like this forever. You can stay in a world where the sun never rises, you can stay in this place where darkness is the most comforting thing and the light of day is the enemy.

“Ah, there. There.” You practically sob out, “Yes Jungkook, fuck me just like this.”

His fingers rub your clit even faster, making you closer and closer to reaching your high.

“I’m so close, Jungkook.” You somehow manage get out between heavy breaths.

“Come for me baby.”

And you do. He works his fingers so magically that you come, but he doesn’t stop thrusting and he doesn’t stop his work on your clit.

“Jungkook…” you cry, “I—I can’t.”

“Give me another one.” He screws his eyes shut. He tries to memorize how you feel. How warm and wet and slippery you are. How your tight cunt squeezes him, how it holds on to his cock and milks him dry.

“I—I c-can’t.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head, the pleasure turning slightly painful, but somehow turning pleasurable again.

“Baby, please come for me again…same time as me.” Jungkook rolls his hips into you so slow and sensual until he’s fucking you at a brutal pace.

You immediately yell out, the pleasure so fucking overwhelming.

“Okay Jungkook…okay, I will come for you again!”

“Good girl.” His fingers rub your clit so quick, he focuses half his energy into pleasuring your clit and the other half into fucking you so fucking well.

“I’m gonna come…” he finally admits, he pumps into you so fast, rocking and shaking your whole body.

“Come for me, Jungkook.” You beg, your eyes slam shut, a few tears escaping because the pleasure is nothing like you have ever experienced.

“I am—I’m coming.” He warns, “Where should I come?”

“Inside me, please!”

And he does. As he comes inside you he holds you close and buries his head in your hair, his fingers still working your clit as you come as well.

He doesn’t want to leave you. He doesn’t want to pull out, he wishes he could stay inside you like this forever, he wishes he could hold you like this forever.

Your body shakes as you orgasm, its intensity something you have only ever dreamed about. Your skin has a thin layer of sweat, as does Jungkook’s. You two practically stick together. Jungkook continues to bury his head in your hair as he breathes out heavily.

“Did I…” Jungkook begins, trying so hard to breathe, “…make you feel good?” he slowly pulls his softening cock out of you.

“Baby, I felt amazing.” you turn over in his arms and embrace him, your forehead pushed against his shoulder. “But I am so fucking tired.” You laugh.

“Yeah,” Jungkook agrees, “Me too.” He laughs along with you.

“We should sleep.”

“Want to sleep naked? Or do you want some of my clothes?”

“Clothes, please.”

“You got it, princess.”

The light of day, your enemy, makes its way to greet you. You wake up in Jungkook’s arms, he’s wearing a fresh pair of boxers and so are you! Plus one of his t shirts. You slowly open your eyes and see his face just an inch away from yours. You want to kiss him…but is that allowed? What’s allowed anymore?

You lay here just staring at him. You were supposed to tell him your feelings, you were supposed to confess last night. But instead you fucked him. You fucked your best friend. A guy who is used to just fucking. A guy who probably just wanted to fuck you.

You study Jungkook’s face, you look at how his brows slightly pinch together as he sleeps, you look at the scar on his cheek, you look at the several moles that cover his skin, you look at his pretty eyelashes and his cute, adorable nose. You look at his perfect lips. And you want to lean forward and kiss them so badly.

Jungkook finally starts to wake up, as if he felt you watching him. He begins to open his eyes one by one until he’s staring back at you. He looks between your bodies and sighs. Yes, he sighs. If you couldn’t guess, this doesn’t feel like a good sign.

“Hey.” He finally says something. His voiced tense and strained.

“Hi.” You don’t smile.

“Should we get some breakfast?” Jungkook begins to sit up from bed, he stretches his arms above his head as he yawns out.

“Uh. No, it’s okay.” You say, also sitting up. So he doesn’t even want to talk about it? He wants to what? Pretend it didn’t happen?

“Oh, you going to head out then?” Jungkook raises a brow at you and you scoff.

“Sure, if that’s what you want.”

“What do you mean if that’s what I want?”

So, he wants to treat you like any other girl, huh? He wants to just brush off this entire situation.

You stand from the bed, gathering your clothes and slipping them on one article at a time. Jungkook watches as you practically get naked in front of him without a care in the world as you slip on your outfit from last night.

“See you later, Jeon.”

But you didn’t see him later, not for an entire month.

“y/n?” you kind of, barely hear your named being called in the distance, “y/n?

“y/n????”

“Huh?” Your hand is midair, applying your mascara for the night, “What?”

“Damn, girl. I’ve been saying your name for like 5 minutes straight.” Trina says as she tries getting these black jeans over her ass.

“That’s an exaggeration.” Holly says, she walks into the room with 3 wine glasses and a bottle of white wine.

“Okay, well it felt like 5 minutes. Anyway, what’s up with you? Why you zoning out so much?”

You begin applying your mascara again, your mouth falling open as you concentrate.

“Nothing…just thinking.” You say while finishing up on your other eye.

“Thinking about what? I swear I heard you moan at one point.” Trina laughs her loud ass laugh and you roll your eyes.

“The past, to be honest.”

Trina quirks a brow, her hand going to her hip as she gets a look at you.

“The past can be a dangerous place, honey.” She advices and you roll your eyes again.

“Just reminiscing.”

“Trina is sort of right though, y/n…what about the past are you thinking of?”

You stand up from your place on floor and spin around, showing your friends the final look for tonight,

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You wink.

“We would like to know, that’s why we asked.” Trina deadpans. “But you look beautiful.”

You do a little curtsey and wink at your friends, “Thanks, I know.”

“Girl, you have been feeling real good all day. What exactly happened on your Christmas trip? You have been at work for the past 5 days, I have had hardly any time to catch up with you.” Trina whines obnoxiously.

“I needed to work, I became so broke because of Christmas.” You explain, you dig around your dresser for the lipstick you want to wear tonight. It’s a plum shade, it compliments you well.

“So what happened?” Holly pries, pouring you three a glass of wine.

“Hmm…” you put a finger to your lips, “Secret.” You giggle.

It’s been 5 days since you have seen Jungkook, things ending quite nicely after the trip to your parents. You two shared a sweet kiss on your last night. It wasn’t like you guys were drunk, or there was crazy sexual tension. It was sweet and meaningful…at least, that’s what you choose to believe.

You have been in an unbelievably fantastic mood since. It’s new year’s eve and you see Jungkook tonight. You are beyond, beyond excited. You guys have only texted a little bit…unfortunately you have been really busy working doubles for work. But tonight you plan to see what is up with you two. You lacked the courage four years ago but tonight you are feeling different, feeling confident.

“Jimin should be here any second.” You point out to your friends, “I’ll go grab him a wine glass.”

“Kay.” Trina and Holly say.

You make your way into the kitchen when you hear knocking on your door…must be Jimin, you think. You go to open the door when you see Jimin standing here looking fucking gorgeous! He’s got on a suit, his hair pushed back and freshly dyed black.

“Wow, what a stunner.” You comment, “You’re always one upping me!”

“Me? Babe you look so beautiful, what the fuck.” He gestures towards your body. “Anyway, let me in.”

“Yes, come in, come in. I was just getting you a wine glass…”

“Wow, you didn’t already have one for me?” Jimin takes off his shoes and steps into the apartment. “Where’s the other girls?”

“In my room.” You point down the hallway, “Go, go. I’ll bring your glass.”

Jimin winks and heads towards your bedroom, you walk inside the kitchen and pull a wine glass from the cabinet. While having a moment alone, you pull out your phone from your boobs and send a text.

y/n 8:32pm

cant wait to see you tonight:)

Jungkook 8:33pm

I also can’t wait baby

Your mind goes back to 4 years ago…the night you two shared. You think about how good Jungkook made you feel, there was so much love even then. You know you can’t be making this up in your head. You are certain Jungkook feels the same. You smile to yourself, feeling confident and satisfied.

~~~~~~

Jungkook gets ready in his room, he decided on a dark suit tonight, with a black turtle neck, all black. His hair is split to the side, showing quite a bit of his forehead. He eyes himself in the mirror when he hears knocking on his front door. He decides to let Nick get it because it might be one of his friends.

“Vanessa!” Jungkook hears Nick draw out her name excitedly. Shit, she’s early. Jungkook looks at himself in the small mirror one last time before walking out of his room to meet with Vanessa.

“Hi.” She says simply, “Nice to see you.” Her coy smile makes its way on to her face and Jungkook smiles back.

“Nice to see you too.”

“Did you have a nice Christmas with y/n?” she asks, her sweet smile all the sudden making Jungkook feel a bit of guilt. Right. He needs to talk to her. Let her know what happened between you two. She deserves at least that, she has been a good friend and also girlfriend for the most part.

“Vanessa—”

“You guys ready to go? My friends will meet us there.” Nick interrupts excitedly. “Let’s go, let’s go!”

Jungkook sighs out and nods his head in agreement.

“Yeah, let’s get going.” He can try to talk to Vanessa while at the party, when they can get a moment in private.

The three of them leave the apartment, Nick locks it behind them and they head towards Jungkook’s car. Jungkook opens the car door for Vanessa and she sits inside, placing her glittery purse on her lap.

Jungkook strolls to the other side of the car and opens his car door when Nick clears his throat grabbing Jungkook’s attention.

“What?” Jungkook quirks a brow at Nick, waiting expectantly.

“You aren’t going to open my car door too?” Nick jokes, gesturing towards the backseat.

“Ha-Ha.” Jungkook deadpans, “Get your ass in the car or I am leaving without you.” Jungkook smirks and gets inside his car.

Jin’s house is a good 40 minutes away, but with Jungkook’s driving he can make it in 30. He turns on the radio at a decent volume, the three of them bobbing their heads to some classical rock station. He wants to focus on the road. But he head is full of you. It’s New Year’s Eve…I special date for the two of you. Four year ago exactly, he slept with you. And from then a bunch of unsaid feelings and lots of tension has unraveled. And he’s tired of it. It had been a fucking journey. Where he has been an idiot for way too long. And if he’s being honest he’s starting to believe you’ve been an idiot too.

“What’s on your mind?” Vanessa asks smoothly. “You seem preoccupied.”

Jungkook turns his head towards Vanessa for a few seconds before settling his eyes back on the road in front of him.

“We can talk about it later.” He says while eyeing oblivious Nick in the rear view mirror.

“Hm? Okay.” She agrees easily, tapping her fingers on her purse.

Exactly 30 minutes later, Jungkook is pulling up to Jin’s home. There’s so many cars parked on the street, he thankfully manages to parallel park. He gets out of the car, trotting to Vanessa’s side to let her out. Nick waits expectantly for Jungkook to open his door too. Jungkook walks to his side and opens the backdoor.

“Really dude?” Jungkook can’t help but laugh.

“It’s only fair.” Nick sticks his nose in the air dramatically, he can’t help but break character and laughs. “I’m just fucking with you dude, but thanks” he exits the car as well.

The three of them walk up the long driveway to reach Jin’s front door, Jungkook is surprised Vanessa hasn’t complained about how her feet are hurting in her heels already.

“Such a long walk to his house, my feet hurt already.” Oh, there it is. Jungkook grins at her consistency.

They finally reach the front door, they can hear the booming music already even with the door still closed. Jin knows how to throw a party so of course the music is going to be terribly loud.

“Do we just walk in?” Vanessa asks.

“Yup.” Nick responds, pushing through the front door. He leads the way excitedly, eyes searching for his friends.

“Let’s go.” Jungkook says with a soft smile and Vanessa follows.

And that’s when his world stops. He sees you. And you look breathtaking.

You’re standing across the room laughing with Jimin, your hair tied up in a loose bun and your make up fucking glamorous. At least Jungkook thinks its glamorous…he doesn’t know much but you look striking. You’re wearing a long black dress with a deep neck line, the tops of your breasts on full display, and when you turn around to chat with someone behind you, he sees that there is hardly any material covering your back. Its cut into a deep V and he swears his breath catches in his throat. He wants to touch all your exposed skin.

“Oh, there’s your friends.” Vanessa says nonchalantly. “She would go say hey?”

Jungkook is already walking towards you, like he is being drawn to you.

“And I said, babe I am only making out with you for this spicy McChicken.” Jimin finishes his story, and you are dying of laughter. Your eyes small and close to closing when you spot Jungkook coming towards you and your heart stops. Fuck, he looks so handsome. And then your heart really stops when you see her. Vanessa.

“y/n!” Jungkook calls out to you with a bunny grin. “You look, I mean, wow.”

Your eyes shift from him to Vanessa over and over, not totally understanding what she’s doing here? You thought they broke up?

“Hi Jungkook. Thanks.” You say quietly. “And hi Vanessa…didn’t know you would be here tonight.” Your eyes slide back to Jungkook and he gulps.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Vanessa links arms with Jungkook, “Why wouldn’t I come with my boyfriend?”

Boyfriend? You blink at her a few times then snap your head to Jungkook who is looking at you with panic filling his eyes.

“Wait, wait.” He rushes to say but you’re already nodding your head in understanding and walking away from him. You push past him with a harsh bump of the shoulders and roll your eyes upwards. You cannot believe this. You know you did not create everything in your head. You know this has got to be some misunderstanding, it fucking has to be. But that doesn’t stop you from bubbling over with anger. You feel hurt and betrayed.

“y/n wait!” you hear Jimin call out, running after you. He catches up to you and grabs your arm but you shove him off. You don’t want to talk to anyone right now. Not even Jimin.

“Please leave me alone.” You huff out and Jimin smiles at you.

“Like I could ever do that.” Jimin takes your hand and leads you outside to the backyard where it’s a little less occupied.

“Spill. I want to know everything.” Jimin rubs your back, “but don’t cry because your make up looks awesome.”

You can’t help but laugh as your eyes become watery but you’re quick to blink away tears that may try to form.

“Christmas. We had some good development. Or so I thought. Him and Vanessa were broken up and—” then it hits you, he did say it was only until New Year’s…but he also said they probably wouldn’t get back together so?

“What kind of development?”

“We sort of hooked up one of the nights…not sex but definitely hooked up.” You start to explain and Jimin frowns.

“Sexual stuff isn’t new between you, right?” Jimin reasons. “Did you have any real development? Like, feelings type shit?”

“Well no—”

“y/n…” Jimin groans, “You aren’t giving me a lot to work with here.”

“We kissed.” You hurry to say.

“And?”

“You don’t get it, it wasn’t like a horny kiss or a drunk kiss. It meant something.” Your eyes water again.

“What did it mean?”

“I—I don’t know.” You admit.

“Jesus, babe.” Jimin frowns again, “I don’t know how to help. But figure it out because you have until the end of the night before I harass you two.”

“Jimin, please don’t do that.” You quietly beg.

“Sorry, but I got to do what I got to do.” Jimin smiles at you with pity. “Just trust me, okay?”

“Okay…For now, let’s drink mother fucker!” you yell out more excitedly, trying to show Jimin you’re okay for now.

“About Vanessa though…”

“Don’t want to talk about her. Don���t want to think about her and Jungkook. I just want to drink and find someone hot to make out with.”

Jimin for the third time tonight, frowns again.

“Whatever will make you happy.” He says, gesturing you to walk back inside the house.

You two make it back in, you rush to Trina and Holly when you spot them in the kitchen taking shots.

“Me too, me too!” you yell out.

“Hell yeah girl!” Trina laughs loudly, she pours you and Jimin a shot and hands them to you guys.

“To us!” Holly sings and you 4 clink your shot glasses together and throw back the…oh, it’s vodka. It fucking burns, even though its expensive and supposed to be smooth…it still fucking burns.

“Let’s take another one.” You suggest like a maniac. “And then another one!”

“Girl, we still got to make it to midnight.” Trina chuckles, “But at least one more can’t hurt.”

You 4 take another shot, and you and Jimin take a third. The alcohol fucking burns man, like BAD. But you endure it. Loving that soon enough you will be facing the effects that it offers.

“Okay let’s just sip on mixed drinks for now…” Jimin goes to grab two solo cups and pours a bit of vodka in each before topping it off with cranberry juice.

“Here.” He hands you the cup and you start chugging it back. “Hey, slowly.” He warns and you wave your hand, brushing him off.

“It’s fine.” You begin to slur out. “I’m fine.”

Jimin needs to find Jungkook. Asap. But he doesn’t want to leave you alone so he searches to living room for Trina and Holly again but he doesn’t see them.

“Who you lookin’ for?” It’s a deep voice that Jimin is all too familiar with.

“Taehyung!” Jimin claps excitedly, “Thank God you’re here.”

“I’m here too.” Yoongi waves his hand awkwardly, “Nice to see you again, Jimin.” His gummy smile makes an appearance.

“You too, Yoongi!” Jimin’s smile widens. “I’m glad you’re both here. I need you to babysit y/n.” he gets out quickly.

“Babysit?” Taehyung tilts his head to the side in confusion, “Why?”

“Need to take care of something, please make sure she doesn’t drink—”

“Tae!!! Yoongs!!!” you yell out, walking closer to your friends once you see them. The vodka finally starting to have an effect on you, you jog up to them and bring them in for a hug.

“I have your—your Christmas presents in my car.” You slur out with a wide grin.

“We can exchange gifts later,” Yoongi offers with a smile, Taehyung nods his head in agreement.

“Okie dokie.” You boop Yoongi’s nose and start giggling. “Hey, where did Jimin go?” you didn’t even notice Jimin slipping from your line of vision but it’s okay because your two other friends are here.

“y/n!” You hear you name being called, and for the first time tonight you are seeing the party host himself.

“Jin!!” He walks up to your group, says hello to everyone and pulls you in for a quick hug. He’s wearing an all white suit with a black trim. He looks beautiful!

“Wow, Jin.” You slur, “You look Chef’s kiss!”

Jin laughs his silly laugh and blows you a dramatic ass kiss with his hand. “Thanks darling. You too!”

“Thanks, I know.” You wink and he nods approvingly.

“Yeah y/n, you really do look beautiful.” Taehyung gives you a smile and you feel your heart begin to glow. You watch as Yoongi nods his head and agrees.

“Thanks guys.” You say softly.

“Namjoon and Hobi are here too, I know they’re going to want to see you guys. Come on!” Jin motions to one of the bedrooms, “We’re playing a game.”

“Ah, okay!” you holler in excitement.

The four of you walk towards one of the rooms and enter it, it’s full of people, much more than you were anticipating.

“What game?” you slur out, you hold on to Taehyung for support as you walk. One hand gripping his arm and the other hand gripping your cup.

“Hobi wants to play spin the bottle.” Jin chuckles.

“What is this? Middle school?”

“He just has someone he wants to kiss.” Jin teases, “Let’s entertain him, shall we?”

You find a spot on the floor between Taehyung and Yoongi, you sit on your knees since you’re in a dress and are a fucking ladylike bitch. You start gulping back your drink and laugh at nothing, the alcohol really in your system now.

“Okay, we know how this game works because we’ve all been 12 before.” Namjoon speaks up, “So let’s get it on with.”

“Woo!” Hobi stands up and does a little dance before sitting back down, his excitement very fucking evident. It almost makes you feel like maybe this could be fun. Maybe you’ll end up kissing a hottie.

Taehyung is the first to go, he spins the bottle and it lands on a girl you’ve never met before, but she’s pretty. You see Taehyung blush hard, and he whispers “Do I really have to do this?” you nudge him forward as you say yes.

They share an innocent kiss and it’s the person on his left’s turn. Meaning you go fucking last.

You just want to kiss someone’s lips tonight, you want to forget all about Jungkook and Vanessa. You just want to forget.

“y/n? y/n?” Yoongi rubs your shoulder, “Hey, it’s your turn.” He points at the bottle.

Oh shit, okay. You lean forward and spin the bottle. It spins and spins, god it is making you dizzy. It finally slows down and you wait in panic as it finally starts coming to a stop. And then bam, it finally stops. You just stare at the bottle. Too afraid to see who it landed on. It’s pointing towards your right so you very slowly begin tilting your head to the right until your eyes meet with someone else’s. He’s got really dark, short hair. And very dark, captivating eyes. His lips form into a smirk and begins crawling towards you.

“Ready?” his deep, husky voice asks. You stare into his eyes and nod your head.

He leans forward and kisses your lips, it’s simple—short and to the point but boy, it went straight to your vagina. This guy is hot. And you’re sort of drunk and a little sad and horny. He leans back and smiles at you, a sleazy type of smile but you kind of dig it. He goes back to his spot and you watch him for the rest of the game. He kisses 2 other girls after you, you kiss some random dude and also a random girl. But his kiss is the one staying in your mind.

You wonder if Hobi has kissed who he’s wanted yet? You don’t know, but you’re sort of over this game. You lean into Yoongi’s side and announce your departure, Yoongi agrees with you and you both tell Taehyung who decides to stay.

“I’m glad we aren’t in there anymore.” Yoongi admits, he pulls out his phone and his face lights up. “Hey remember that person I mentioned? Well I did ask her out…I invited her to this party and she said yes.” He smiles, “And she’s here.”

“Oh!” you grin at your friend. “Go get her then!”

“Will you be fine by yourself?” he asks, clearly worried.

“I’m a big girl.” You assure him “I’ll be fine.”

Then Yoongi is on his way out, you stand around the living room, half ass dancing to whatever song is on when you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see the dude from earlier.

“Hey.” He yells over the music, “Want to dance?”

You eye him up and down quite shamelessly, he’s got a short sleeve button up with his biceps on full display and you pant at the sight. He’s definitely hot that’s for sure.

“Sure.” You creep closer to him and start moving your hips side to side to the beat of the music.

“Don’t you want to learn my name?” he teases.

“Not really.” You slur out, you kind of like the mystery.

“Want to tell me yours?” he smirks down at you, his hand going to your waist.

“Not really.” You repeat with a coy smile.

“I sense you’re a good kisser.” He leans into your ear and whispers.

“You can tell just from pecking my lips?” you tease, your arms wrapping around his thick neck.

“Yes. But let me see if I am right?” he leans in closer, testing the waters and you allow him.

“Oh? You’re smooth, huh?”

“I try to be.” He admits, closing the distance between you two. His lips slant over your own as he kisses you. He’s quick to prod his tongue in your mouth, a little too quick for your liking but you’re feeling a bit desperate so you welcome him inside your mouth. You two start making out heavily on the dance floor, bodies grinding into one another. Jungkook, who?

All you know is mystery man!

Ouch, that thought alone makes you cringe. You have your tongue down some guys throat right now but Jungkook begins filling your mind again. Maybe you need another drink.

You pull away from mister hot stuff, and catch your breath.

“I need another drink.”

“I’ll go get us some.” He cheeses hard, leaving your side to find you two some fresh drinks.

You stand here a bit awkward now that you are alone, jeez, how much time has passed? You pull your phone out of your purse and check the time.

It’s already 11:35pm? Holy shit. It’s almost midnight. But that’s not the only thing you see, you also see a bunch of texts from Jungkook.

Jungkook 9:50pm

Where are u? PLEASE let me explain…

Jungkook 10:09pm

y/n…It’s not what it looks like I seriously swear

Jungkook 11:07pm

Please talk to me, I don’t want to bother you but if you want to talk please I am here

Jungkook 11:26pm

Fuck I am going crazy

You click your phone off and hesitantly roll your eyes, you are drunk. You don’t want to deal with this right now. If Jungkook wants to talk to you so badly he can try to come find you.

~~~~~

“What’s there to even think about?” Jimin’s exasperated tone makes it to Jungkook’s ears. “Just fucking tell her the truth!”

“She probably won’t even let me talk to her, I’ve tried texting but nothing.” Jungkook says quietly.

“Yeah because you need the fucking balls to go to her in person!” Jimin throws his hands up, “Like, fucking duh. Why are you such an idiot?”

“Can we be nice to me right now? I am going through a hard time.” Jungkook pouts. Then there is knocking heard on the bedroom door, Jimin eyes the door and rolls his eyes.

“It’s probably her again.” Jimin states, “Talk to her.”

“It’s complicated…she thinks we are in a relationship and…” Jungkook throws his head into his hands. “Fuck dude.”

The knocking on the door continues when Jimin finally opens it, letting Vanessa inside.

“Look, Vanessa…” Jimin begins when Vanessa is holding up a hand to stop him.

“Jimin is right, Jungkook.” Her smooth voice drowns out the other sounds of the party.

“Huh? About what?” Jimin asks confused.

“Yeah about what?” Jungkook asks just as confused as Jimin.

“I believe he said, and I quote ‘You need the fucking balls to go to her in person’…I believe it was something like that.” She tilts her head with wide eyes. “Yes, something like that.”

“But Vanessa…” Jungkook looks up at her, pity in his eyes. “What about us?”

“Let’s be honest, Jungkook. There is no ‘us’. But we are friends.” Vanessa admits easily, “One of us should get our happy ending.” She says softly. “I’m glad that person can be you, you just have to go for it, no matter what. It’s sitting right in front of you, you just have to reach out and grab it.” She finishes with a soft, genuine smile. “Now go. You only have like 15 minutes until midnight.”

Jimin stands here fucking shocked. He didn’t realize Vanessa had that in her…to be fair, he doesn’t know her. Maybe she does have a good side? Jimin blinks at her and at Jungkook until he’s knocking out of it.

“Yes, Jungkook, go! Don’t make the same mistake as 4 years ago. Courage, man.” He gives him a dramatic thumbs up and Jungkook chuckles. He looks between Vanessa and Jimin and stands up…he looks at them with a determined expression and nods his head.

“Thanks guys. Happy New Year.” And he’s out of the room.

~~~~~

Mister hot stuff is back in your arms as you two dance the night away, it’s about 15 minutes to midnight and you guess this is how you are spending your new year. You laugh at basically nothing as you sway your hips into his when you feel a hand grab your shoulder.

“Hey man, can’t you see we’re dancing?” Mister hot stuff says to the stranger. You finally turn in your place to see Jungkook staring at you with a hard expression.

“Go away.” You wave him off and turn back around to dance with this hot guy.

“No.” he says, “You’re coming with me.” He begins pulling on your arm towards the direction of the rooms. But you yank your arm back and look at him incredulously.

“Can’t you see I’m busy?” you point towards the hot guy and laugh.

“y/n.” he growls your name and you shudder. “Come with me, right now.”

Your face falls, and you weakly roll your eyes at his command.

“Fine.”

“Hey, man. Not cool.” The hoy guys grabs on to Jungkook’s shoulder and Jungkook is quick to shove him off.

“Fuck off.” Jungkook snaps, his eyes narrowed at the hot guy and the hot guy steps back with his arms up in surrender.

“Alright alright, you can have her.”

“Jungkook what do you want?” you yell out. Jungkook faces you and his eyes soften, he loosens his grip on your arm and slides his hand down until he’s holding onto your fingers.

“Not here.” He says softly. “Just come on, please.”

You nod your head and follow him, he leads you to an empty room. It has a bed and a sofa at the edge of it, pretty cozy looking room, you don’t think you’ve seen this one before.

“We really need to talk.” Jungkook says as he closes the door, you make your way to the sofa, sitting down.

“What’s there to talk about?” you pick at a loose string on the sofa.

“Everything. And I mean, everything.” Jungkook takes a seat next to you. “First,” he begins his explaining, “Me and Vanessa aren’t together. She and I just hadn’t had a chance to speak yet. I promise you, her and I aren’t anything more than friends.”

“Today was the first time I’ve seen her since we broke up, and she did mention our break was over on New Year’s but Nick was around and I just—I just didn’t have the chance to tell her it’s over. I swear y/n.”

You watch Jungkook’s mouth as he speaks to you, you watch the way it curves up and down, you watch as he repeatedly darts his tongue out to lick his drying lips. You watch as every word spills out between his lips. Truth or lies?

But why would Jungkook lie?

“So…you two are…no longer together?”

“We haven’t been together for weeks.” He admits. “I promise, please believe me baby.”

“I do.” You sigh out, “I was…I really thought you guys were back together…” you release another heavy sigh. “I was so heartbroken, Jungkook.” You choke out.

“Fuck, I know. I can only imagine.” He squeezes his eyes shut for a few moments.

“That kiss…” you begin, “Our last night at my parents…” you remind him.

“Yes, I know the one.” He smiles softly.

“It meant something, didn’t it?” your voice cracks, you have to believe it did.

“It meant everything baby.” Jungkook scoots closer to you, “But let me tell you more.”

“Okay…” you agree, your fingers still pulling at the loose thread on the sofa.

“4 years ago on New Year’s Eve… I was supposed to have the courage for what I am about to do right now.”

“4 years ago?” you question, your eyes meeting his.

“y/n I was supposed to tell you I had feelings for you.” He finally admits. “But we slept together and things have been messy ever since.”

“Wait, wait.” You pull the thread from the sofa. “You were going to confess to me? On New Year’s…4 years ago?” you breathe out heavily, getting choked up again. “Are you serious?” you chuckle bitterly. Realization hitting you.

You remember Jimin’s words, something about your timings being so hilarious yet so cruel.

Your eyes gloss over and you reach your hand out to touch his, you pinch your brows together as you struggle to breath properly.

“Yes, I was going to tell you my feelings…and if you felt the same I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend.” He admits shyly, finally getting rid of this fucking secret that has haunted him for 4 years.

“Your girlfriend?” You sniffle hard, you wipe your nose with the back of your hand, snot leaving it’s traces behind. “You liked me?” you ask, still in disbelief. “Because this is just…this is so ridiculous.” You laugh as a few tears leave your eyes.

Jungkook can’t help but frown,

“Ridiculous?”

“We really are so stupid” you laugh again as you really start crying. “Fucking idiots.” You murmur. Jungkook only becomes more confused.

“Jungkook…I was supposed to confess that night too.” You say between bitter laughs. “But we slept together and I thought for sure you didn’t feel the same…” you start explaining. “But now hearing this I realize why Jimin has been so fucking frustrated with us.”

“You—you were going to confess? 4 years ago? On New Year’s Eve? The same night I was going to—”

“Yes. Yes.” You nod your head over and over. Jungkook looks off to the side, realization hitting him so unbelievably hard. “And now?” he finally asks. “Because I fucking love you. Like, in love with you.” He sputters out quickly, his furrowed brows making him look so cute. You notice his own eyes are glossy as he waits for you response.

“Jungkook I have been in love with you for 4 years.” You admit, your voice cracking as more tears spill from your eyes. “We have just been so fucking dumb. All this time…” you sob out.

Jungkook laughs as he sniffles, he scoots closer to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder, bringing you into his chest.

“Come here my baby.” He holds on to you tightly. “I’m here. Now and forever. I’ll always be here. Always me.”

“Always you.” You repeat. “Always you.” You cry into his suit jacket, and he rubs your back lovingly.

Suddenly loud yelling is heard from outside the door, both of your attentions caught. You both hear chanting of numbers…the countdown has begun.

10

9

8

7

6

5

4

3

2

1

The noise of loud and obnoxious cheers can be heard from outside the bedroom door and you wipe your tears and snot away with the back of your hand. Jungkook tugs on the sleeve of his shirt then very gently cleans off some of the mascara that runs down your face. He smiles at you softly and you smirk.

“Are you going to kiss me Jeon?” you lean your head up, “Or do you need Jimin to dare you?”

“From now on, I will be kissing you whenever I want. Okay?” he leans down and catches your lips in a tender yet heated kiss. You immediately moan into his mouth, loving that this kiss is the first of many where you are his and he is yours. He pecks your lips a few times before his lips travel down your jaw and down the expanse of you throat. You moan out again and he pulls away from you and smiles.

“I know you’re drunk.”

“Doesn’t mean I am not hyper aware of everything right now.” You try but Jungkook shakes his head. “I know what we can do.”

“I hope it has something to do with your dick inside me.” You say quite seriously. Jungkook laughs out loud and shakes his head, “A close second to that.”

You quirk a brow at him, clearly amused.

“I know this great diner. It’s 24 hours. And it’s a place we can talk and talk and laugh and maybe hold hands because we are definitely going to be one of those couples that sit on the same side of the booth.” He teases.

“Oh definitely not.” You giggle. “But the diner? I think I love that idea.”

“Yeah? Think they’re open?”

“Let’s call.”

Jungkook excitedly gets his phone and googles the number for the diner, calling them right away. He’s only on the phone for a short while, getting confirmation that they are indeed open.

“Let’s go baby.”

~~~~~

You and Jungkook are driving back from the diner, it’s almost 6 am. He is driving to your place and when you guys arrive he parks and turns to face you.

“We’re here.” He says with a smile.

“Come inside.” You say quietly, “I don’t want you to leave.”

“I guess you are pretty sober now.” He teases.

“Hey, who said it’s because I wanted sex?” you joke, “Maybe I just want to sleep.”

“I love sleeping with you, so it’s a win-win situation for me.” He grins, he leans forward and unbuckles your seatbelt. “Shall we?” he gestures towards the apartment.

You walk into your place, it’s slightly chilly—Holly must have turned down the AC before you guys left. You shiver and Jungkook wraps an arm around you, warming you up almost instantly.

“Are you trying to make a move on me?”

“Always.” He responds back, he leans into your side and places a chaste kiss on your lips, catching you off guard.

“Kiss me again.” You practically beg.

“After we get ready for bed, my love.”

Your heart starts beating out of your chest when you hear your new pet name. You fucking melt, you literally put your hand over your heart in attempt to calm it down.

“God, I want to suck your cock so bad.” You release a harsh breath making Jungkook chuckle.

“Maybe later. Right now let’s get ready for bed.”

You two go into the bathroom and wash up, you finally get to properly clean your face from your tears and mascara. Jungkook did a decent job at cleaning you up but now you are actually nice and fresh faced. You head into your bedroom and slip out of your dress, you slip on one of Jungkook’s t shirts and decide to forgo pants altogether. Panties and oversized shirt for the win.

“Comfy?” Jungkook asks as he walks into your room with nothing but his boxer briefs on.

“Yes.” You say, looking yourself up and down. “I love this shirt.”

“I know you do.” He teases, “Let’s get into bed.”

You peel back your covers and slip between the sheets, the feeling so nice and silky. You moan out in satisfaction when your head hits the pillow.

“Join me.” You whisper to Jungkook

He gets under the sheets himself, and scoots close to you, his arm going beneath your head and his other arm pulls you.

“I love you.” He whispers softly. “So fucking much.”

“I love you too, babe.” You inch closer and meld your lips to his, he grunts in approval when you start kissing him, the passion building between you two.

Your hands explore the front of his body and he moans into your mouth, your hands travel further and further south until your hand finds his hard cock. You cup his cock and start rubbing on it, causing Jungkook to detach his mouth from yours to cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck.” Jungkook gasps out. You detach your fingers from his clothed cock when you find the waistband of his briefs and you begin to slowly pull them down. The tip of his cock poking out so deliciously, precum dripping and you grow thirsty.

You pull the briefs down even lower, exposing his thick dick. You gently grab it and stroke it softly, ultimately teasing Jungkook. He whines at the skin to skin contact, he screws his eyes shut in pleasure, waiting for you to make your next move.

You sink lower into the bed, your head now face to face with his dick, and Jungkook swears he can die now. He looks down at you, his hands finding their way into your hair and breathes out heavily. You look up at him with submissive eyes and he smirks, he loves when you’re in control but he also loves when you’re like this—a good girl for him.

“Gonna suck my cock, baby?” He guides your head with your hair to get closer to his dick. “Gonna suck on me so good?”

“Do I deserve your cock?” you asks cutely.

“I think you’ve been a very good girl, you can suck my cock all you want.” Jungkook’s other hand goes to your face, his thumb rubbing at your bottom lip. “Open.” And you listen. You part you lips for Jungkook and he thrusts two fingers into your mouth and you begin swirling your tongue around them.

“Such a good girl.” He breathes out, “I know you’ll suck my cock so well…can you show me?”

You frantically nod your head yes and he smirks.

“Then get to it baby.”

The moment your lips wrap around the head of his cock, Jungkook is throwing his head back as his eyes roll. He really, truly, honestly doesn’t know how long he will last for. You take his cock further into your mouth, you moan around it and Jungkook whimpers out pathetically. He’s only ever dreamed of this. You have had your mouth on his cock, but not like this.

“So good baby.” He cries out as you bob your head up and down on his throbbing length.

You take him fully into your mouth, every flick and swirl of your tongue sending chills all over his body. You begin bobbing your head even more, sucking his swollen cock generously. He can’t help but meet you half way, his hands on the back of your head, thrusting into your throat, his head tilt back groaning yourname. You swell with pride, you moan around him, the vibrations causing him to moan and jerk his dick away from your pink lips with a pop.

“I am so fucking close to coming baby.” He admits between rough breaths. “But I want to come inside you.” He grabs a hold of your arms and guides your body up the mattress. “Next time let me come all over your pretty tits, okay?”

You smile at him, its soft and seductive. Your lips are swollen and your hair is a fucking mess. You look sexy as hell, Jungkook thinks. His hand finds your hip and he massages it, until his fingers are gliding down lower and lower. He finds your clit, nice and aching for him…as soon as he applies some pressure to it, you let a high pitched moan escape your lips. He starts rubbing your clit over and over, he begins gathering your wetness and without warning he sticks two fingers inside your desperate hole.

“Oh fuck.” You gasp out. “God, yes.” You feel his fingers start to scissor inside you, stretching you out.

“Gotta make sure my cock fits in this tight pussy.” Jungkook breathes out erratically. He continues to thrust his fingers inside you before he’s pulling them out and shoving his fingers into your mouth.

“Taste yourself.” He begs. “And tell me how you taste.” You suck on his fingers and drain them of all flavor. “How is it?”

“Good.” You say out of breath. Jungkook pulls his fingers out of your mouth and leans down to kiss you, his tongue licking you up.

“You’re right baby. You taste so fucking good. Ready for me?” he asks desperately.

“Yes.” You moan. You two rush to rid yourself of the remainder of your clothing, until you are both naked under your covers.

“I just want to let you know that I seriously love you so much. And I cannot believe how dumb we are.” You laugh, “But I feel so happy to be here in this moment with you.”

“I love you too baby.” Jungkook leans down to kiss you, your lips moving against one another slowly.

“Will you lean back for me?” you ask as you rise from the bed, you begin pushing his chest back and you climb into his lap, straddling him. You’re both naked so straddling him feels very different this time. His cock constantly slipping between your wet folds and you both groan. You grab on to his hard length and rise up, slowly teasing his cock at your entrance. Jungkook stares at you with lust filled eyes, his breathing so insanely erratic as he breathes in and out. Almost like he’s afraid he won’t be able to handle this.

“Breathe baby.” You say with a smirk as you slowly sink down on to his cock, you whimper out from the burning stretch you feel and he loses his fucking mind. He moans out so loudly, his whines and whimpers echoing throughout the apartment. God, you feel so fucking good. You sink until his dick is shoved all the way up your pretty pussy, you hesitate to move. You bask in the feeling for a few moments, giving yourself time to adjust. And you think Jungkook needs a moment as well. He is losing his mind, and you haven’t even started riding him yet.

You lift yourself and lower yourself back down on him, a few controlled moves. You try to set a steady rhythm as you start riding his cock.

“That’s it baby.” Jungkook sits up, his head falling into the crook of your neck and his hands on your ass, helping you fuck him. You rise up from his lap again and slam back down with more force, Jungkook moans out and you start to feel more motivated. You bounce on his cock for him, and Jungkook begins to meet you half way as he thrusts upwards.

“Fuck, you are making me lose my mind.” Jungkook admits, “You feel so fucking good.”

“You feel even better.” You say, completely out of breath, your thighs on fucking fire as they burn with each bounce on his cock. You begin to slow down, and you lean down to kiss his lips sloppily, your tongues dancing around and tangling together. Jungkook detaches and lifts you up and flips you to your back.

“Love of my life.” He says as he enters you again, “Fucking made for me.” You groan in response, the sensation too powerful. His fingers find your clit and Jungkook rubs messy circles and you whine so loudly.

“I’m gonna come Jungkook!” you warn him, “This feels too good.” You choke out.

Jungkook smiles down at you as he thrusts faster and harder, his cock reaching a place that is sending you over the fucking edge. He grabs a hold of your hands and lifts them above your head as he interlocks your fingers. He leans down and kisses your neck, sucking small bruises into the skin.

“I’m going to come too…” he fucks into you so fucking deep it sends you into another, unexpected orgasm. Your whole body shakes as you cry out, Jungkook fucks faster and faster. The sounds of his hips slapping against you, and both of your filthy moans fills the entire apartment.

“God, I love you so much.” He thrusts into you harder this time, his movements quick and desperate. He kisses on your neck and nibbles on your ear as you cry from the overstimulation.

“I…love you…” you cry out, you release your hands from his and hold on to his back, bringing him closer. Your nails drag down his skin, no doubt leaving marks as he fucks into you more.

“Please come baby.” You beg, you can’t handle another orgasm. Jungkook embraces you tightly as he stills his jerky hips, he comes so fucking hard. He shoots his cum deep into your pussy, your pussy that was made for him.

“Fuck, fuck.” Jungkook pants, he collapses on top of your body and you just hold him. You caress his back and play with his hair as he tries to steady his breathing. He keeps his face buried in your neck for several long moments. He never takes out his softening cock, he leaves it inside you, where it’s nice and warm. You start to feel uncomfortable though so you nudge him but he doesn’t lift his head to face you.

“Jungkook?” you call out for him and you hear him sniffle. “Are you okay?” he finally lifts his head and looks into your wide eyes. He’s crying. Just barely, but there’s some wet eyes for sure. Your heart sinks. “What’s wrong baby?”

“Absolutely nothing.” Jungkook whispers. “I’m just so happy.” He caresses your face, “I have been in love with you for so long and you are finally mine, it honestly feels surreal.”

“I know the feeling.” You kiss him, “Let’s clean up and go to sleep.” Jungkook nods his head in agreement, finally leaving your body.

You two clean up quickly and head back to bed, still naked. He pulls you into his chest once you two are in bed, and you melt.

“Goodnight my love.” Jungkook kisses the top of your forehead and you melt even more, you’re just a puddle now.

“Goodnight.”

~~~~~~~

“It’s just a first date dude, why are you flipping out?” Jimin chews on a piece of gum, popping some bubbles one after the other.

“Why am I flipping out? Sorry but the girl I have been in love with for years is finally my girlfriend and sorry that I want everything to be perfect.” Jungkook mutters as he eyes himself in the mirror.

You two have been dating for a couple weeks now but haven’t had the chance to go on a proper date yet. A lot of things are still up in the air like, what you do you want to do with your future? And Jungkook is a part of that future now right? At least he’s hoping so. He has the perfect day planned. And he can’t wait to show you what he can be like as a boyfriend.

Jungkook shows up to your apartment, he goes to your front door and knocks and waits for you like a gentlemen. When you open the door his heart starts racing uncontrollably. You look so god damn beautiful wearing this purple strappy dress. He wants to kiss your neck and your collarbones, they’re exposed so nicely. You smile at him and lean forward to catch his lips in a sweet kiss. He pulls you back in kissing you again.

“You look beautiful baby.” He whispers into your ear and you shiver. “Ready for our date?”

“Yes.”

You two walk to his car, he opens the door for you and you blush. He’s being so formal, it kind of makes you laugh. Once you sit down and you’re all buckled up, he shuts the door. He goes around to his side and sits down.

“okay…” he takes something out of his front pocket, “I’m going to blindfold you.”

“Oh? Sexy.” You wink at him, and he turns red.

“It’s literally just so you don’t see where we’re going.” He says with a laugh, “But I’ll hold on to it for later.” He winks back.

He ties the silky material over your eyes and groans in satisfaction. He starts driving to his destination…it’s about a 20 minute drive to get to where he’s wanting to go. He puts on some music for the two of you, but on a low volume since you two mostly chat.

“It will probably take me around 6 months to complete my TEFL,” you say softly. “But I think I really want to do it. At least for a couple of years.”

“I see.” Jungkook’s hand tightens around his steering wheel but he remains calm. “If that’s what will make you happy.”

“Jungkook…” you murmur, “You can tell me not to do it, you can tell me to stay.”

“No, I can’t.” he sighs out, “ You know I can’t do that, my love.”

You feel your heart break and glow at the same time, like its confused. You just nod your head and stay facing straight ahead. You can’t see anything. Suddenly, you feel Jungkook’s hand grabbing onto yours. He interlocks your fingers and you feel relaxed now.

“We will figure it out baby, I promise.” He assures you and you believe him, “We’re here.” He confesses. “Stay here, I’ll come around to get you.”

He walks to the other side of the car where you’re seated and opens the door for you, you hold out your hand waiting for him to take it. He chuckles as he grabs your hand and guides you out of the car.

“Ready?” he tangles his fingers with yours and leads you to the entrance of the building, the walk is slow and full of chit chat. He tells you about his week at work, you tell him the latest updates with Taehyung and Yoongi. You walk through another door, leading to outside again and you grow confused. Where are you? You come to an abrupt stop and you feel Jungkook’s hands on your shoulders.

“Ready to take that thing off?” he asks with a smirk.

“Yes. But save it for later.” You smile at him.

He removes the blindfold from your face and your eyes go wide. You’re at the botanical gardens. There’s many different flowers and trees surrounding you, you notice on the ground next to Jungkook is a basket.

“What’s in there?” you pry.

“You’ll see later.” He blushes, “Come on.”

You two walk the gardens, he watches as you look at everything in awe. You snap a million pictures and you kiss him every other minute, leaving soft pecks on his lips. He didn’t think it was possible to fall more in love with you yet here he is. After an hour or so of strolling he finds a nice patch of grass and sets the basket down, taking out a small blanket and gesturing for you to sit.

“A picnic?” you ask, excited.

“Just some fruit.” He responds shyly, “Brought all your favorites.”

“You’re so sweet and so thoughtful Jungkook.” You can’t tear your eyes away from him, “I love you.” You say as you lean over and peck his lips. Jungkook grins into the kiss, he has never felt bliss like this.

You two eat your fruits and chat about everyday life. He mentions Nick may be moving out soon, going to live with two of his other friends at a house, Ryan and Jake—Jake is Alien Bro!!! you finally learned his name!!! You talk about how Yoongi has been going on dates with this girl and she’s so adorable, you met her at the record shop and you could not approve more. Taehyung has apparently been seeing the girl he kissed at spin the bottle! The rest of the guys are planning a skiing trip, that you are Jungkook are invited to. Trina and Holly finally, fucking finally admitted they’re dating. Jungkook laughs at your fun stories and you pay attention closely when he tells you his own.

“I think they’re about to close.” Jungkook says regretfully. “But we have plans after this, don’t worry.”

“I hope those plans include your cock in my mouth.” You say nonchalantly and Jungkook goes to cover your mouth while he chuckles.

“You’re dirty.”

“Only for you.”

“Better be.” He kisses the corner of your mouth and you roll your eyes playfully.

“Let’s go.”

~~~~~

Dinner was so fucking good, probably the fanciest place you have ever been. Jungkook says he thought about taking you to the dinner for nostalgias sake but decided he wanted to show you something new. You two are sat on the restaurants rooftop, a place with few tables—very private. Cute lights dangled across the walls that set such a perfect mood.

“Whatever you decide…” Jungkook reaches across the table for you hand, “I will believe in you, support you and love you.” He smiles, “You know that, right?”

“Jungkook, if I go abroad I will be so far away from you.”

“Doesn’t matter where you are, I’m yours.” He squeezes your hand.

“Would you consider…” you shake your head, deciding against it.

“What?” Jungkook squeezes your hand again, “What is it, my love?”

“Would you consider going with me?” then you shake your head again, “No, I can’t ask that of you. I know your job is too important to you.”

Jungkook nibbles on his lips, he almost regrets asking you to tell him. He hates that it’s true, his job is important to him…doesn’t mean you’re not. But he’s worked so hard to get this position. He can’t throw that away.

“Baby—”

“I know.” You give him a small smile, “No matter what we will figure it out, right?”

“Baby…you do realize I plan on spending the rest of my life with you, right?” Jungkook asks, amused. “That even if you go somewhere for a year, you’re still mine. And that a year is nothing compared to the lifetime I am going to spend with you. It might suck and we will miss each other like crazy but my love, we can visit each other and talk every day, and I know it won’t always be easy. But it’s you and me. If we can go 4 fucking years…we can go a few months at a time.”

You can’t help but sniffle at his words, your eyes watering like a fucking baby. You look into his eyes and smile the softest smile you can muster.

“Okay.” You say, “I trust you.”

Jungkook is right, you look at him and know he is right. You can’t help but think back to how all of this began. From meeting him at a frat party, to ditching Christmas with your parents to spend it with him, to sleeping together at New Years. God, you tried to distract yourself from Jungkook with Taehyung, even fake dated him. You laugh at the memory. What a ride this all has been. And you know that finally, this is the real beginning. That no matter what path you choose, you have him. Always.

“I love you.” Jungkook whispers, “With all my heart.”

“I love you too.” You smile, “More than you know.”

-Fin-

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[sentinelpri]

Feverish

You were surprised to have been called to the med bay a little bit past nine in the evening, woken up by your phone ringing and Ratchet on the other end. You clutched your robe close to your body as you raced through the hallway, sleep in your eyes and worries in your head.

The lead medic had given you no explanation, only telling you to come meet him outside of the med bay as soon as you could before he hung up on you.

You wondered if it was an emergency, if someone was injured or dying, if something had happened during patrol- Wait, no. Their night patrols didn’t start for another hour or so, and if it had been an emergency, someone like Bumblebee or Optimus would’ve called you in a panic.

Still, the whole situation was weird, and you were worried, so when you saw Ratchet outside of the med bay leaning against one of the walls, you immediately approached him with your concern etched in your features. 

Upon seeing you, Ratchet stood up straight, then put a strong servo on your shoulder in a reassuring manner before looking down at you. His pale blue optics burned into your (e/c) eyes, and though you tried your best, you couldn’t read his expression.

Finally, after what felt like forever, the medic spoke.

“Optimus Prime has fallen ill.”

“What?” You immediately sputtered, and your eyes flew to the door of the med bay; closed, you couldn’t even see Optimus. You just prayed that he was okay. In the time that you’d known the Prime and his team, you’d seen him injured or sick plenty, though the former was much more common. He never prioritized his own health and tried to push himself to do things, even when he was unwell, so he took forever to recover... Hopefully it wasn’t something severe. “How bad is it? Is he awake? Have you told the team yet?”

“Hey, hey, slow down. It’s nothing crazy, (y/n), so don’t worry,” Ratchet’s words, said in an uncharacteristically gentle tone, soothed you, if only a little. If it were serious or ‘crazy’ as he put it, he would’ve told you directly instead of lying, so you believed him. “This morning, I was the first to wake and go into the kitchen to make myself an energy booster when I saw him stumble in... As in, he was literally stumbling over himself and I could see steam rolling off of him from overheat. He insisted he was fine, but something was off, so I dragged him to the medbay for testing. He’s low on energon and coolant, he was overheating, and there was a minor glitch in his vents from some battle damage that I had to fix. He’s recovering fine, but my main concern is that his chassis seems to be overheating to kill an infection. I think it’s just your run-of-the-mill space bug based on the labs I did, so I gave him some antibiotics.”

“You didn’t answer some of my questions-” You started, now concerned with whether you could actually go and see Optimus or not.

It wasn’t uncommon for the red and blue bot to ignore his own needs, but for him to have ignored symptoms that could’ve turned into something much worse had Ratchet not caught them... You wondered if there was something bothering Optimus that was making him neglect himself, more than he usually would.

“So demanding, you youngin’s,” Ratchet huffed and rolled his optics at you. “It’s not that bad, he’s awake, and no, I haven’t told the others yet. Our nightly patrol is soon and I have to break the news to them somehow, which is why I called you here. You can’t go with us anyway and they need me since we’re down one bot, so I want you to stay with Prime. He responds the best to you...” You blinked and then blushed at that, (s/c) cheeks burning bright. It was true that you and Optimus were close, but for Ratchet to acknowledge it like that... Well, you were flattered. You’d loved Optimus for as long as you could remember, and even though Ratchet surely meant that in a platonic way, it was nice to know that the effort you put into your relationship with the bot meant something. “His condition isn’t from a decline in his physical health- I had to pry like hell to find out what it was, but Prime finally broke and told me that he couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten an energon cube or ran a self-evaluation to make sure he was functioning properly, which is why he’s energy-depleted and why the damage to his vents went unchecked. He’s so stressed from the leadership that this team needs that he isn’t taking care of himself anymore, and now, it’s led to him falling sick again. I think there’s something else going on in that processor of his, too, but he wouldn’t tell me anything else... I just know it’s more mental than anything.”

You stopped, frowning. What else could Optimus be hiding from everyone? Was he doing something dangerous? Had something happened? Was he breaking down from stress?

“O-Oh.. Okay,” You mumbled and leaned into the servo of Ratchet’s that was on your shoulder, sighing when he ran his thumb over a sore spot on the groove between said shoulder and your collar. The two of you had developed a close bond over the past couple years since they’d been on earth, with you, Sari’s tutor and caretaker, also acting as a second medic for the team with Ratchet’s training. While he’d trained you in how to care for the Autobots, you’d given him the basics of human anatomy and medical care, so with that time spent together, you were close- whether the old grump admitted it or not. “What about his medicine? How often does he take it? Is there anything else I need to do?”

“One pill every six human hours, they’re the white gel capsules that are rationed out on the table by Prime’s med-berth. I just gave him a dose, so don’t get him another one until three in the morning. He also needs to drink plenty of energon, coolant, and lubricant to get better, so make him do it, even if he gets pissy with you- shove it down his throat if you have to... But those are all things that I already told him, and he’s fully capable of taking care of himself. I don’t need you in there to take care of him so much as I need you to stay in there to make sure he doesn’t get up and do anything stupid. You know how he gets when he’s sick.”

“Unfortunately, I do...” You let out a long sigh and crossed your arms over your chest. It was going to be hard dealing with Optimus- hell, you could already imagine how he would be trying to sneak out of the med bay to go on patrol or trying to make you bring paperwork for him to do. You wouldn’t allow either, but considering how much larger he was than you, you’d have to convince him to relax instead of just being able to hold his aft down like Ratchet or Bulkhead could. “I’ll make sure he stays put. I’m assuming you’re taking over leadership until he recovers, Ratchet?”

“As the team medic, I’m second in command, so yeah... I have to. I’d let Prowl do it, but Primus knows he doesn’t want to, and I wouldn’t let Bumblebee or Bulkhead within a ten mile radius of any form of responsibility like this. I’m really the only option.”

“Right...” You imagined what a patrol without Optimus, led by a stressed and grouchy Ratchet would be like, and then cringed. “Good luck.”

“Thanks. I’ll need it.”

With that, Ratchet withdrew his servo from your shoulder and waved at you before turning around and walking down the hallway. You figured that Optimus shouldn’t be left alone for too long, so you quickly entered the med bay and shut the door behind you.

It was dark, with a small night light plugged into the walls that illuminated the room just a bit. You could see Optimus, who looked uncharacteristically pathetic, weakly laying on a med berth with a small side table on the ground next to him. On the table were some energon sticks, a cup of coolant, and the white pills that Ratchet had mentioned. 

“(y/n), is that you?” Optimus asked, trying to sit up, but immediately groaning in what you assumed was pain and flopping back down. His eyes squeezed shut, a strained grimace taking over his face-plates. You pulled one of the stools by a wall-counter to the side of the room where Optimus’s berth was and put it right by his side table so you could sit by him. You were close to his face, so you leaned down to look at it as his optics slowly opened back.

He was sick, and it would take at least a few days if not a week to recover; you could tell just by looking at him. His ocean-hued optics were abnormally dark and foggy, his powder blue faceplates were stained dark with heat, and though he wasn’t steaming like Ratchet had described this morning, there was definitely still heat radiating from his frame.

“Yes, Optimus, it’s me... I’m here to watch over you,” You leaned in to kiss the top of his helm, able to feel just how hot the metal felt against you. When you pulled back, you frowned at the absurd amount of heat- almost hot enough to make your lips sting, while Optimus’s normal temperature was a bit cooler than that of an average human’s by a degree or two. “Ratchet called me down here and told me what’s going on a bit ago. The team’s on patrol right now.”

“Slag, I can’t believe Ratchet told you,” Optimus groaned again, this time in annoyance instead of pain. “I told him not to earlier when he was fixing my vents... He’s probably going to tell the rest of the team, too. I have to get up and go supervise the patrol-” He forced himself to sit up this time, forced back a wince, forced his optics to open fully, but the second you pressed a rushed hand to his chest plates and attempted to push him back, he froze.

“Oh, no you don’t!” You argued, eyebrows furrowing in frustration as a pout formed on your face. 

“Oh, yes I do!” The Autobot argued back without hesitation, but didn’t actually move to push your hand away or leave even though he was fully capable of doing so, only resting one of his servos on the one of yours that was on his chest- stumbling and overheating or not, he was much larger and much stronger than you. Then again, he probably knew that Ratchet would beat him to a pulp the second he recovered if he dared lay a single digit on you to escape the med bay. “As much as I appreciate the concern, I don’t want it nor do I need it, and I certainly don’t want it from my team. It’s bad enough that you know. I know they’ll start asking questions when I don’t go on patrol with them, and if they hear that I got sick from overexerting myself and not getting enough rest and energon, they’ll never let me hear the end of it-”

“Well, maybe that’s what you need, so lay your stubborn ass down! I did not come here with my hair all fucked up and in this stupid robe in the middle of the night when I could’ve been sleeping just to have you run away from me when I’m trying to take care of you! You getting up right now just drives home how bad you are about prioritizing yourself,” Optimus’s plump and normally soft lips, now chapped from dehydration, pulled together into a tight frown- it was the face he made when he knew he was in the wrong. “You’re getting out of your bed when you’re supposed to be resting so you can go lie to your team and tell them you’re fine when you’re not, and for what? Your pride?”

“No, I just don’t want them to worry for me. I’m already stressed out enough and the last thing I need is for that to contribute to their struggles. They’re all dealing with so many of their own problems, and I’m sick of being a burden to everyone around me...”

Optimus huffed, but gave up and laid back down, much to your relief. He still held your hand, though, and you let him- even if he was sick, you didn’t want him to let go.

“You’re not a burden, and just like how they’re dealing with their problems, you’re dealing with yours. You don’t have to be perfect to be loved and respected, and not to insult your acting skills, but... They won’t believe you if you walk out there overheating and struggling to stay standing to tell them that you’re perfectly fine. Ratchet told me how you were stumbling around this morning.”

“I hate that you’re right,” He mumbled, and you wondered why he always had to be so childish when he was sick. 

Then again, as much as you hated Optimus’s stubborn personality, it was a major component of who you’d gone and fallen in love with all that time ago. It was crazy, you thought; just the extent that you loved Optimus Prime to, and how terribly unaware he was of it. You thought it best to keep the fact hidden, as you didn’t know what his feelings were, and he had so much on his plate already... It hurt to think that he didn’t know how loved he was- not just by you, but by everyone around him, who he was always bending over backwards for, completely unaware that they’d do the exact same for him.

“And I hate that you treat yourself like this. Plus, as much as Ratchet threatens us all with consequences for our actions, he’s not going to tell them what’s going on in depth; just that you have a fever and that you’re resting, you know he respects patient confidentiality. He’ll probably even downplay it because he knows that’s what’ll make you happy.”

“No, you’re just trying to reassure me, but...” Optimus paused and let go of your hand, fully settling back into the berth. You took your hand back and looked off to the side, already missing his touch. “I know you want to, and that Ratchet probably told you to spend the night here and take care of me, but I’m alright now. I’ll stay and rest, I promise. You can go to your room to sleep, I know you’re usually not up this late, and I’d hate to keep you up with my problems.”

You didn’t really want to leave him, but you were tired, and you believed his words. His tone was genuine enough.

“Are you sure?” You asked and received a nod in return. So, you stood up and collected yourself. “Okay, if you’re sure... I’ll leave and go get some rest, then come back at three to give you your antibiotics and make sure you’ve got something on your stomach.”

Silence. 

The second you turned around to leave, though, Optimus was grabbing the back of your robe and holding the cloth between his digits, tone low as he spoke again.

“Actually, (y/n), wait... Don’t leave me. I need you.”

You turned back around and looked at him, confused. Hadn’t he just told you seconds before that he was fine and that you should leave to go get some rest so that he could fall into recharge as well? What was with the sudden change of heart? Was there something going on with his physical condition, or was it something else?

“Huh? But Optimus, you said you needed to rest...” You muttered, which earned you a shake of his head in return.

“I will,” Optimus promised. “Please, just stay and don’t question it. I lied to you, I don’t know why, but I can’t be alone right now. Don’t leave me.”

The plead from him was unexpectedly vulnerable, honest, open. You appreciated it, but at the same time, you were concerned about what exactly was going on with him- you felt like there was more to the story than stress and leadership and lack of self-care. While all of that was definitely in character for Optimus Prime, there was something else that he wasn’t telling you about, too. With how close you were to him, it wasn’t abnormal for you to have deeper discussions, but for him to admit that he wanted- no, needed you there with him and couldn’t be alone was something you’d never thought you’d hear in your lifetime.

“Okay, I’ll stay until you tell me to go, then. Thank you for being honest with me.”

With that, you sat back down on the stool and looked at him. A little bit of that light had returned to his optics, but he still seemed like he was in rough shape.

“Thank you.”

Silence again.

Instead of adjusting to get comfortable and slip into recharge, Optimus just sat there with his back against the board of the berth, optics trained on you. It had taken a while to get used to when you’d first met him, but nowadays, you were used to the Prime’s intensity, especially when it came to eye/optic-contact. Still, though, the way he was staring at you now... You couldn’t quite interpret it. Then again, could you usually? Optimus was hard to read sometimes.

“You’re not resting,” You teased, but received a serious response in return.

“I’m thinking, and then I’ll rest.”

“You’re sick, the last thing you need to be doing is overthinking like you always do,” You reached out to him, rested your palm on the side of his face and tenderly ran a thumb over the apex of his cheek. Surprisingly, he leaned into your touch with a smile.

“What if it pertains to you? It’s either I tell you and get my closure, which is daunting, or I sit here overthinking it like I always do.”

You felt your heart drop to the bottom of your stomach and flinched. It had been obvious that something was on his processor, but it had to do with you? What was it? Did it have to do with your feelings? Tense, you talked again.

“...Have I done something? I’d rather you tell me.”

“You’ve made me fall in love with you.”

The words were whispered but still felt so loud, filling the room with their impact in a way that made your cheeks hot and your heart beat hard against your chest.

“Your illness must be making you delusional,” You laughed nervously, but Optimus only gave you a sloppy grin and laughed. You moved your hand to the top of his helm to check his temperature, but it hadn’t changed- as much as you wanted to believe it, you were sure he was being serious and not having feverous hallucinations like you’d initially suspected. Still, you thought it proper to ask. “Do you feel hot? Are you overheating again?”

“No, (y/n), I’m just in love with you,” Optimus peered at you, smile falling a bit. “I mean, yes, I am sick, and I’m still overheating, but I’ve been in love with you for- Ah, I’m actually not sure how long it’s been... I just know it’s been too long.”

There was a pause, in which the two of you seemed to be processing what important things were said; in the span of just a minute or two, Optimus had boldly laid his feelings out for you on the table, unabashed and proud, the tension that came with two years worth of pining that you’d been doing solved so... Quickly. You were surprised you hadn’t felt your jaw hit the floor.

Had he really loved you the whole time? Or was this a recent development? Why was he only telling you now? Had his stress over his feelings for you also contributed to his sickness?

“I’m not sure I can talk about this in good conscience when you’re so vulnerable,” You smiled back at him, (e/c) eyes meeting his ocean-hued optics as you removed your hand from his head. Shyly, he reached out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It feels selfish, but... I love you, too, and that’s why I want you to rest and get better, maybe not stress out so much.”

You kissed the back of his servo as he pulled it away, earning what you hoped was a blush and not more symptoms of overheating.

“I’d kiss you if I weren’t afraid of getting you sick,” Optimus sighed. You were sure that you probably couldn’t catch whatever he had going on since he was a Cybertronian and you were human, but you didn’t want to test that theory, so you left it alone.

“It’s okay,” You reached out to hold one of his servos in both of your hands, squeezing reassuringly. “I can feel the sentiment. Just focus on getting better, okay? We have all the time in the world.”

“Sometimes I fear we don’t- Have all the time, I mean, and I suppose that’s why I finally broke down and did this- I like to believe I’m impervious to everything around me, but I’ve already died once, and every time I get sick, I always think about what will happen if I go offline without telling everyone around me just how much they mean. I didn’t want to be scared anymore, not when it came to you.”

“I...” You stood and got on top of the berth so you could sit next to Optimus, curling into his side. “Me, too.”

“Will you be here when I wake up?” The Prime asked and wrapped an arm around you. Gentle. Strong. Warm.

“Would you like me to be?” You asked in return with a tilt of your head.

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll be here,” Optimus looked at you, clearly somewhat doubtful, but you only shook your head with a smile. “I promise, I won’t leave you. Just get some rest, okay?”

“...Okay.”

So, you stayed, and when Ratchet walked in the next morning to see you curled up by Optimus’s side on the berth with your (lip/chap)stick smeared on his servos, both of you sleeping peacefully for once, he couldn’t help but think that Optimus getting sick once in a while wasn’t so bad after all.

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; i'm coming home

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bucky barnes x reader ⎢ masterlist.

bucky and you met six years ago in romania, but he disappeared. now, he's back.

word count: 1.8k.

warnings/tags: none.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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Six years had passed since the last time he was with you, before disappearing overnight. He didn't give you any explanation, he didn't even leave a note. He needed to protect you, but he also knew how stubborn you were and that you wouldn't let him take that decision for both. So Bucky simply left, breaking your heart in one thousand pieces. You wanted to understand his reasons, but you couldn't. He promised you eternal love, a life together, moving out of New York —maybe to a remote place where anyone could recognize him and have peaceful days, without having to be worried about someone coming after him. About someone trying to hurt you.

Since the very first moment you met in Romania, Bucky fell in love with you. Sometimes you still remembered how he started talking to you in Romanian, guessing you were from there until you laughed and replied in English. The next few weeks were like a daydream. Walks, romantic dates, nights of stargazing. Then, you came back to New York and kept in touch by letters, as in the forties or fifties. Until one day. Your friends invited you to a museum and what you discovered there was unbelievable. James, your James, was Captain America's best friend. And he was supposed to be dead.

You wrote to him. You told him you knew it. You told him you didn't care, that you could figure out how to escape from that situation. Together. But he never sent you a letter back. You weren't able to forget him after all that time, still sleeping every night with his red shirt, stupidly fantasizing about the idea of Bucky coming back to you. And your hopes increased when you watched him on TV. The Avengers found him and, even if you tried to contact them somehow to defend your James, you never got it. Nobody believed you, not even when you showed them the letters, not the only picture you conservated of both of you in Bucharest. You prayed to God to help him. You begged God to the world seeing him as you did.

But when Bucky was released on parole, he never tried to look for you. He did know you lived in New York and, with his resources, he'd have known in less than five minutes. One year had passed, and you ended up losing the most minimal hope wrapping your heart. All those things he told you once, were just lies. Lies to inventing a parallel life until you left Romania. Only replying to your letters to have something to lean on for his own good. That's what he demonstrated to you.

bucky's pov

Like every night since he earned part of his freedom, Bucky stared at the windows of your apartment, from the opposite sidewalk hidden behind a tree. Like a ghost. Like he was trained to see but not be seeing. Every night, he wanted to cross the road, call to your door, kiss you, hug you, feel your touch and your love —hold you, and never let you go again. But he knew it was risky, he knew he had to wait for the right time. And it came. Tonight it came. His year of therapy had ended and he was free. Bucky was free to come back home.

He had been watching you since it started, making sure you were safe and sound. He also was aware that you never rebuilt your life with another man, that you tried to find him. That you slept every night with his shirt. Bucky was also aware of all the times you cried for him, that you always walked the same way from your job to your apartment expecting to meet him in some street close to it. He knew you better than you knew yourself.

Taking a deep, deep breath, keeping his hands inside the pockets of his coat, the soldier put a step on the road. The first step to happiness. And then, no one could stop him. He continued to the front door of the building, not needing more than a push to open it. Third floor, fifth door at the right of the corridor. Bucky licked his bottom lip nervously, swallowing as he took a master key from one of his pockets and a small metallic stick to force the lock of your house. He needed to be fast and stealthy, ringing the bell wasn't an option for very obvious reasons. Breaking into the apartment, he closed the door quietly behind his back.

The lights were all turned off a couple of hours ago when you went to sleep, after sitting on the window of your living room waiting for someone who wasn't going to show up, as every night for the last six years. The whole place smelled sweet like you used to. Bucky never forgot your scent, using it as the encouragement he needed to continue fighting for his freedom, for a life together. Now, his heart was racing so quickly that the whole city could hear his beats.

Slowly, he toured the entrance, the living room, the hallway straight to your dorm. The door was half-closed. Not a single noise coming from the inside. Bucky walked towards it, pushing it in slow motion, trying to not wake you up. And if he knew before that could be that easy to watch you sleep —for creepy that it sounded— he would have watched you every night since he landed in New York.

Bucky wasn't sure about what to do. If he should wake you up, if he should let you sleep and come the next day after you finished your work. When he wanted to realize, he was running the nail of his index finger on your soft cheek. Your skin was still warm, which meant you fell asleep crying again. And that broke his heart, his soul. Being conscious of all the pain and the suffering he made you being through all that time was killing him from inside. And he wished he could have handled your relationship in another way. But there wasn't another way without you being collateral damage of his past.

Bucky was about to leave when he suddenly felt a hit to his collarbone, stumbling to the bed. He didn't have time to react when your right leg was beneath his cold arm and pinning down his neck, as your left leg was laced around it. Your hand gripping his wrist, immobilizing him, pointing at him with a loaded gun between your free fingers. Your breathing became erratic, your pulse was beating faster than ever, but you were ready to shoot if the occasion required it.

In the middle of the gloom you glimpsed at those deep oceanic blue eyes you had been craving to look at for years. The same eyes on the picture on your nightstand. It has to be another dream. Another nightmare where Bucky came to tell you that everything was going to be okay. But his touch felt so real that it hurt like a million flames burning down your body to ashes. You were paralyzed. Your brain collapsed. In a very slow motion, James —your James— raised his right hand from the mattress to above his chest, bringing it to the gun aimed at his head. You couldn't stop him. You tried with all your strength. But the commands sent by your neurons never reached the finger supported against the trigger.

His flesh digits made their way to your trembling hand, as the tears started to sprout out from your eyes. Bucky took the weapon, not needing to ask you to release it, to put it away from the two of you.

“It's okay, draga mea, it's me…” He whispered with such an angelical and melodic voice, over your dolorous sobs. “May I, uh… get my arm back?”

Bit by bit, you obeyed as if it was some kind of polite order, loosening the grip around his arm and over his neck. Stepping back till your body collided with the headboard, you curled up your knees to your furious chest rising and falling, hiding your face between the gap of both. Your cry became louder, agonic, painful, ripping your throat.

“No— Not again… Not again, please… I c— can't”. You implored sorely.

Bucky didn't need to be a genius to understand you firmly believed it was just part of another of your dreams. Another of your nightmares. He sat upon your bed, coming closer to you and landing his cold metallic hand on the back of your head, urging you to raise it. You did. You did raise your burning face because of the tears falling, running down your cheeks. Your blurry gaze focused on his pale blue eyes, begging you silently to forgive him.

“I'm here… I'm back”. Bucky murmured, gently touring your skin until reaching a side of your neck, caressing your throat by using his thumb. “This is not a dream, draga mea. This is real”.

His intentions weren't to scare you, speaking to you with such a honeyed tone of voice as he shortened the distance between his body and your legs yet curled. You pouted unconsciously, watching him leaning above your legs to press his lips on the bridge of your nose. Slowly, fondly. Wanting to transmit to you that the flame of his love for you never went out. Resting his forehead against yours, your right hand flew straight to the back of his neck. You had never needed more than you needed him at that precise instant, trying to believe that that wasn't a trick of your subconscious.

“'M so, so sorry… I had to protect you… I had to protect you”. Bucky explained while closing his eyes, lacing his free fingers with yours. “But, uh… I know you still drink black coffee with mocha and a stick of cinnamon every Thursday. I know you… rent a book from the library and sit on the stairs in your free evenings… I know you sleep with this same shirt every night”.

Discovering he had been watching you all this time provoked your lips to shiver, as your cry became lower and your breathing was calmer. He guarded your days, in the shadows, till the right moment. And it came. Tonight was the right moment.

“I'm free. I'm not an enemy anymore… I'm not a target”. Bucky couldn't help but chuckle to hold back his own tears. “I'm so sorry”.

“Will you…? Will you stay now? With me?” At first, you doubted asking, being afraid of his response for a second.

“No one will ever set us apart again. No one”. He promised you, his heart speaking, telling the absolute truth. “Everything I told you in Bucharest; everything was true. And I… I want it”.

Bucky leaned forward enough inches to make disappear the less distance between both of you, pressing his lips in yours, tenderly caressing your jawline with his thumb as his tears met yours in the corner of your lips. Neither of you could believe that you were reunited after all these years, after all the pain, the loneliness. And like James, your James, said so: no one would ever set you apart again.

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[egcdeath]

an apple a day

pairing: soft!ransom drysdale x reader

summary: it seems like an apple a day couldn’t keep the doctor or ransom away.

warnings: sickfic, a lot of fluff, brief mention of throwing up

word count: 2k

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Ransom

U busy?

4:37 PM

Ransom

😏🍆😈

4:38 PM

Ransom

Wow ignoring me?????

5:24 PM

Ransom

Bitch

5:34 PM

Ransom

🙄

5:36 PM

A frantic pounding on your front door pulled you from a bizarre dream within your feverish slumber. You peeled the slightly damp cloth that rest upon your face from your sweaty skin, and lazily tossed it to the floor before audibly groaning. 

“Coming,” you whimpered out, hoping that it was loud enough for whomever was at the door.

“Fuckin’ better be,” a voice grumbled as a response.

You rolled over slightly, whole body sore from the sickness that was currently ailing you, and willed yourself to get off of your sofa. Swinging your legs over the left side of the piece of furniture you managed to get up, and sluggishly made your way to the door, ignoring the ache of your neck from resting it on an arm rest.

It seemed like with every step you took, your sinus headache throbbed harder between your eyes, and your fever cooked you a bit more from the inside out.

After what felt like a lifetime, you got to your door and opened it, only to be greeted by your… well, you didn’t really know what he was to you.

“Christ, Y/N. You look like shit,” Ransom commented, raising his brows. “Did you get hit by a car or something?”

You gave him a blank look, and said nothing. 

“Is this a bad time?”

“What do you think, dickhead?” 

“You’ve had better days,” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“Okay, goodbye,” you rolled your eyes and slammed the door on him, finding yourself slightly out of breath as you lethargically shuffled away.

You collapsed back onto the sofa, and reached for a blue tissue box that sat on your coffee table. Did that even happen? Did you imagine Ransom coming to your door? Or was that part of your fever dream?

Settling back, and pulling a wool blanket over yourself, you began to doze off once again, not really having the energy to do anything else.

Ransom

I’m s-word

6:12 PM

Ransom

I’m not gonna say it

6:13 PM

Ransom

But you know what I mean

6:15 PM

Ransom

I’m coming back over baby

6:17 PM

You hadn’t even noticed the vibrating of your phone, as it was currently lodged under a mountain of pillows and cushions. It also helped that you were asleep once again.

This time when you woke up, Ransom was in your apartment, rambling about some encounter he had while he was out dealing with the public for you.

How was he even in your apartment? You felt like you missed a few steps.

“Sit up,” he commanded, setting down a plastic take-out bag, along with the spare keys you kept under your welcome mat on top of your coffee table, before dragging a seat from your kitchen into your living room. 

The seat finally came to a stop in front of you, and you listlessly sat up. You watched as Ransom wordlessly opened the bag, revealing a massive container of a clear broth soup, and an equally large baguette.

“Am I dreaming?” You asked aloud.

“Why would you be dreaming? ‘Cause I did something nice? Or because I’m that hot?”

“Because I have a high fever that’s making me delusional,” you told him, and his brows furrowed once again. 

“Let me see,” he mumbled, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead, and humming in thought, “Yeah, you’re pretty hot,” he agreed.

“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” you mumbled, a random churn in your stomach suddenly taking a huge blow out of you. 

“Hey, I did a good thing for you. Don’t get bitchy with me now,” he snapped, narrowing his eyes slightly at you. 

You sighed as a response, and Ransom gave you a little smirk before going to open the lid of the soup container. 

“Open up wide, Beloved,” Ransom said in a playful tone. If you had the energy, you’d shoot something sassy back at him, but you were finding yourself in less of a state to do so with every passing moment. You simply followed along with his orders, opening your lips so Ransom could deliver a little spoonful of soup into your mouth. 

“Mm,” you audibly reacted to the liquid, “did you make this yourself?”

“Hm, you must be sicker than I thought,” he chuckled and dabbed the edge of your lip where a droplet of soup was left behind. “I picked it up on my way back over.”

“It’s really good,” you hummed, “feed me more.” 

Ransom scoffed fondly, “you’re lucky I like you.” He began, dishing out another spoonful to you.

You paused to chew on a softened carrot, “you should’ve known that sick me’s demands of you were gonna be a lot more.”

Ransom rolled his eyes, and went back to feeding you. You were both quiet for a moment, maintaining a heavy eye contact while he fed you, until out of the blue, your stomach turned. 

Your mouth filled with saliva as you realized what exactly was going on, and you rushed off of the couch with an obscene swiftness, just barely making it to your bathroom before you were emptying your stomach into it.

Ransom quickly showed up behind you, making his presence known by lifting your hair out of your face, and rubbing supportive circles onto your back. He cringed as he listened to you heave into the bowl, and when you finally leaned back, he used a thumb to wipe away the few tears that had begun to slip down your face. 

“You okay?” he questioned, squatting down to your level.

“Just peachy,” you choked out hoarsely.

“Maybe you’ll feel better after a shower?” he suggested, flushing your sickness down the toilet while you attempted to catch your breath.

“Okay, yeah,” you began hesitantly.

“I’ll stay in here if you want me to make sure nothing bad happens?”

“You just wanna be a perv,” you weakly giggled.

“I’m just trying to be a supportive… I’m trying to be supportive,” Ransom found his way back up, and turned on the shower’s nozzle.

“Mhm, I’m sure,” you began kicking off your sweatpants when you heard the water begin to putter down, and gestured for Ransom to help you lift off your sweatshirt once he was facing you once again. 

“I can’t believe you’re using up the last of that energy to have an attitude with me,” Ransom pulled you out of your shirt, then helped you up and began to direct you toward the shower. 

You were more or less silent from there on out, focusing on maintaining your balance in the slippery room. Your brain seemed to become increasingly cloudy with every extra puff of steam. You leaned against the slightly warm tiles of your wall as you attempted to get through the genuinely hellish shower for a few minutes before deciding it wasn’t really worth it, and stumbling back out. 

“Was I right? Did it help?” Ransom asked after your period of silence, handing you some fresh clothing that he’d grabbed from your closet sometime between the time you got in and out of the shower. 

You shook your head, “shower kinda made everything worse,” you muttered, pulling a new shirt over your head. “My head is killing me. I think I just need to be in a dark room, or go back to sleep, or something.”

You sluggishly pulled on the rest of your clothes, then sniffled as you walked out to your bedroom. As you made your way to your bed, you pushed aside a mountain of tissues from earlier in the… day? Week? With all the sleeping you’d been doing, you genuinely

couldn’t tell what time or day it was. You slipped into one side of the bed, and grabbed a pillow that you promptly hugged. 

Ransom slipped into bed beside you, a bottle of cold medicine in hand– when did he leave long enough to get you cold medicine?– and watched the tissues on your side of the bed fall onto the floor in a slightly disturbed manner. Yeah, he was definitely getting sick after this.

“Open,” he ordered, and you happily obliged, opening your mouth a bit so he could pour some medicine down your throat. You dramatically gagged, then wiped the corners of your lips.

“Gross, Ran,” you muttered, burying your face into a different pillow. 

“Well, it’ll probably make you feel better. I brought you water for a chaser if you’d like. You probably need to stay hydrated, or some shit like that.” 

When did he get water?? Probably when he was getting the medicine. But that would’ve taken him like, five minutes. And getting in bed didn’t take you that long. Right?

You were pulled out of your confused internal monologue by a pink plastic straw being brought to your lips, and you instinctively drank from it. You weren’t completely sure if it was all mental, or the medicine was kicking in extremely fast, but you were starting to feel a little loopy. Maybe time was being weird again because of your sickness. 

“I feel like I’m dying. You and your stupid showers made me die,” you whined, pushing away the straw.

“I was only trying to help,” he insisted as he set the drink down on your bedside table.

“I’m your second murder victim,” you continued.

Ransom paused and looked down at you with raised brows, “what?”

“Y’know, I saw what you did to that delivery girl who was bringing me soup. You better clean that body up before I get better, ‘cause ‘mgonna be pissed if I have to do that myself.”

“Okay, I don’t know if you’ve been seeing things the whole time, or if the medicine is rewriting your memories. Either way, I think it’s time for you to go to bed,” he chuckled.

“You’re right. Night,” you hummed before turning on your side and closing your eyes. It was pretty much lights out from there.

——

When you awoke, it was to the piercing bright light of a laptop screen that broke through the darkness of night. You had to blink a few times for your vision to focus, but… was Ransom in bed next to you? Looking at a WikiHow article? If you weren’t completely mistaken, you could make out a faint How to Help A Sick Person Feel Better: 8 Steps (with pictures).

You sleepily reached out and grabbed his wrist, letting him know that you were finally awake. He quickly clicked out of the tab, pulling up his Twitter feed instead. 

“Hi,” you greeted. “Why’re you being secretive?”

“I’m not,” he huffed.

“You are.”

“You’re still delusional from the medicine.”

“Probably. But you’re being secretive. And you’re bad at it.”

“Whatever,” you could practically hear the eye roll in his tone. 

“It’s late, Ran. Why’re you still up?” 

“I just wanted to, y’know…” he trailed off.

“To…?” you pressed.

“I wanted to make sure nothing would happen to you while you slept,” he rushed out. “Happy?”

You swooned aloud at this, “you are such a sucker. Put that laptop down and cuddle me.”

Ransom said nothing, but set the device into your night stand, and wrapped an arm around you, “‘re you feeling any better?” he mumbled as he relaxed into you. 

“Kinda. We’ll see in the morning,” you slipped your hand down on top of his, and Ransom promptly moved it.

“You’re already pushing it tonight.”

“You’re always such a dick,” you scoffed with a laugh. “Goodnight, asshat.”

“Goodnight, you sick bitch,” he quipped back.

——

When you awoke in the morning, you couldn’t help but to notice how much better you were feeling. No headache, no nausea, a little fatigue, but hey, you just woke up, and that was to be expected. 

As you sat up and glanced to your right, you found a pink-nosed Ransom with a box of empty Kleenex sat in his lap. 

“Oh great, you’re awake,” he began in a nasally tone. “Since you wanted to get me sick, it’s your turn to take care of me,” he tossed the empty box at you, the cardboard falling softly onto your lap. 

Something told you that this was going to be a long day. 

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i. Losers, The Princess and the Pogue Series

Only losers go to school, I taught myself how to move. I'm not the type to count on you, because stupids next to "I love you".

Series Masterlist

Pairing: JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, possible season 2 spoilers (if you squint), underage drinking, weed smoking, swearing, fistfights, mentions of blood

Summary: It’s the last day before their senior year and The Pogues are throwing a rager at the Boneyard to celebrate. That’s where JJ meets her.

Words: 1817

“JJ, come help me with the keg!” John B shouted, grabbing one end of the keg and waiting for JJ to grab the other side. JJ passed the package of red solo cups to Kiara, strolling up to grab the other side of the keg, gripping it tight and lifting it up over the driftwood that rested in their path.

It was time for one of the Pogues famous keggers at the Boneyard, and the gang was gearing up to celebrate. The first day of their senior year of high school was tomorrow, and they were buzzing with excitement. The fact that the fivesome had even made it that far, alive, was a miracle. Especially with how many days they had missed school over the past three years. But it didn’t matter, none of it mattered, they had made it.

“Yo Pope, get the fire going, the sun’s about to set!” JJ instructed, dropping some sticks in the designated fire pit spot. Their eager and early attendees would be showing up within the hour.

“Kie and I got it.” Pope responded, working with Kiara to get the sticks in the perfect arrangement. They worked on the fire while Sarah started filling solo cups up with beer for each of them, passing them out one-by-one until each had a cup in their hands.

Pope and Kiara had finally sparked the fire, the flames roaring to life, lighting up the Boneyard along with the large lanterns they had set up across the space for extra illumination.

“Alright guys, gather around.” John B commanded, each of the Pogues huddling together in a circle, raising their cups high in the air. Sarah wrapped an arm around John B’s chest, leaning into his side and looking up at him.

“We’ve been through hell and back, Pogues. And somehow the devil hasn’t devoured us yet. To the start of an unforgettable senior year, and to trying to go a few days without almost being murdered.” He moved his cup to the middle of the circle, the others banging their glasses together, droplets of beer spilling into the sand.

“Don’t get soft on us, John B.” JJ teased, chugging the rest of the beer in his cup before tossing it playfully at the man. John B laughed, chasing JJ down the beach to tackle him. The sound of voices in the distance fills the air, the wafting noise of a speaker playing a soulful beat hitting the gang’s ears.

“Yo, John B! JJ! Get your asses over here, it’s party time!” Kiara screamed, waving them over as the first group of people appeared past the tree line.

Hours later and the kegger was in full swing, groups of the working-class derelicts and Kooks talking amongst their kind. Pope and Kiara were chilling at the far end of the beach, Kiara picking up some solo cups that had been dropped in the sand, complaining about how no-one cared about the Earth anymore. John B and Sarah were over with a group of kids from their school, discussing the upcoming year and some of the kids talking about where they planned to go to college.

That left JJ alone, filling up his cup with a third helping of beer for the evening. He had smoked a blunt earlier with a few of his classmates, and he was floating on the perfect high. JJ loved to watch people when he got like this, watching the different groups interact, hyper focusing on the way the flames of the fire flickered, sending smoke into the starry night sky. Damn he loved this place.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard some commotion coming from the right side of the beach near the fire pit, a group of Kooks blocking his view of what was happening.

“Kelce, the girl said to back off.” Topper noted, tugging on the back of the man’s shirt.

“Topper, I’m not doing anything, man. I’m just getting to know the new girl.” He stated, stepping closer to y/n, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Isn’t that right, beautiful?”

Y/N slapped his hand away, squaring her shoulders and standing up straighter, looking up at the man.

“Don’t call me that.” She hissed.

JJ heard the group talking amongst themselves, gathering around the two, and he pushed his way through the crowd of people to take in the situation. That’s when he first laid eyes on her.

Her body was sucked into a black lace bodysuit, the string laced like shoes along her chest. Her light denim cutoffs hung from her hips, the bottoms coming just below her ass. She donned a pair of black Ked sneakers, her outfit casual yet classy. Was she a Kook?

“Why? It’s a compliment. You don’t like compliments?” Kelce questioned, taking a step closer, their faces inches apart. “C’mon, just one dance, Princess.” He placed a hand on her arm, stroking it as she pulled back.

“You’re repulsive.” She spat, turning on her heel to walk away.

“And you’re a miserable bitch.” Before Y/N could turn to respond, JJ had stalked forward, shoving Kelce backwards onto the beach.

“You dirty fucking Pogue!” Kelce fumed, standing back up and shoving JJ back, almost knocking down y/n in the process. The sentence spurred JJ on, throwing punches at Kelce before the other man socked him right in his left eye, having him stumble backwards for a moment.

“Not so tough now, huh JJ? Did your piece of shit dad teach you how to fight too?”

That was the last straw, JJ lurching forward and knocking Kelce to the sand, his fists flying wildly as he punched him once, twice, three times before getting off him. Kelce gasped for breath, spitting out blood onto the sand as Topper got down on the sand next to Kelce, holding his hand out for JJ to stop.

“Cut it out! Kelce, let’s go.” Topper urged, helping the man to his feet before the two disappeared into the crowd, a few Kooks following them.

JJ let out a chuckle, wiping at the fresh cut above his eyebrow that was dripping blood onto his cheek. His eye was killing him, groaning as he held a hand up to cover it, y/n appearing before him on his right side, his only side with vision now.

“Are you alright?” She questioned, knowing he probably wasn’t considering the state his face was in. JJ spit blood into the sand, tilting his head down to look at her. She was at least a foot shorter than him, which wasn’t hard, considering he was 6’0.

“I was actually gonna ask you that.” He retorted, his injured eye twitching beneath his hand.

“M’fine. Let me at least get you some ice for your eye.” Y/N gestured JJ to follow her towards a group of coolers someone had brought, digging inside to grab a few pieces of loose ice. She pulled down the olive-green bandana that she had tied into her hair, unraveling it until she had enough space to put the ice inside, wrapping it up tight before turning back to JJ.

“Sit down.” She instructed, gesturing to the large tree trunk along the ground. JJ didn’t protest, sitting down before y/n plopped down beside him, holding out the makeshift ice pack to him.

“I’ll live, I’ve had worse.” He pointed out, taking the bandana from her hand and placing it upon his swollen eye. Of course, he’d attend his first day of senior year with a black eye. Nothing new in his life.

“I’m just trying to be nice, y’know, for what you did back there.” She noted, staring down at her shoes.

JJ turned his head and shifted his body so he could face her, nursing his injured eye with the bandana. “Kelce is a piece of shit; you’ve caught onto that pretty quickly it seems.” He stuck out his hand to her, his knuckles starting to swell from the punches he’d laid to Kelce’s face. “I’m JJ by the way.”

She grabbed his hand in her own, shaking it up and down, her eyes locked on his. “Y/N.” They kept shaking hands for a moment before y/n finally pulled away, her cheeks heating up from the blush on her face.

“S’nice to meet ya, y/n. Never seen you around town before.” He shifted the ice to his right hand, his left needing to thaw from the cold that the ice produced.

“Just moved back last week, I’ll be starting my senior year at Kildare tomorrow. I lived here until I was three then my mom had us move.”

“Moved to where?” He questioned, relaxing his posture.

“Missoula, Montana.” She picked at a loose string on her shorts, listening to a group of guys behind her egging each other on to chug their drinks.

“Welcome back, I guess.” This clearly wasn’t the greatest welcoming committee for her, but that’s what life was like out here. Before JJ could say anything else, he was interrupted by the sound of John B’s voice calling out for him in the distance. John B walked towards the pair, his hand laced with Sarah’s, stopping a few feet from where they sat on the log. His eyes moved back and forth between the two, a confused expression on his face as he took in the site of JJ.

“Uh, I was just about to ask you if you wanted to get out of here, Sarah’s Uncle Matt will kill me if I don’t get her home by at least midnight, since it’s a school night.” The aftermath of the past few years had Sarah living with her Aunt Linda, her Uncle Matt, her cousin Elizabeth, and her sister Wheezie. JJ had been living with John B for the past year, and the trio had arrived together at the Boneyard in John’s van.

“Yeah man, I’ll be right there.” JJ stood up, offering y/n back her bandana ice pack, but y/n protested.

“You keep it.” She gave him a warm smile, resting her thumb against her lip bottom lip.

“I’ll wash it and give it back.” He announced, backing up in the direction that John B and Sarah had headed. “I’ll see you at school then?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Sure thing. Thanks again, JJ.” 

JJ didn’t respond, instead giving her a one-handed salute before doing a 180 spin towards John B and Sarah. He jogged up after them, flanking John’s right side as they walked towards his van.

“What’s with the shiner?” John B asked.

“And the cut that’s bleeding above your eyebrow.” Sarah added, squeezing John B’s hand in hers.

“Kelce was bothering that new girl. It was an excuse to beat the shit out of that Kook.” He mumbled, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly.

“Whatever you say man, let’s hurry up before Sarah’s Uncle sprays me with the hose for making her late again.”

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[floral-force]

Knight in Beskar Armor: Chapter 1

Audience with a Hunter

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“Wake up, Princess! You have a long day ahead of you.”

The familiar voice of your maid drifted into your ears, waking you from your slumber. You groan and open your eyes, then hiss and recoil when the bright Coruscant sunlight hits your tired eyes.

“Maker, Nelly! Did you have to open the curtains all the way?” You growl, your voice hoarse. You tug your bedsheets over your head and groan again, even though you know Nelly won’t give in to your fit.

There’s a soft thump and you feel weight tug down on your mattress by your feet. A sigh follows, and you can picture how Nelly must look—forehead wrinkled, pinching the bridge of her nose, thin lips pursed—as she tried to find a solution to your stubbornness. Silence envelopes both of you; all you can hear is a lone morning bird chirping faintly outside as you wait for her to respond. You slowly peek out from the sheets and see Nelly perched on the end of your bed, the morning light highlighting the lines on her face and making her frustration into a divine portrait like that of a saint.

And if anyone was a saint, it was Nelly. She had been your nursemaid initially and then remained your maid after you refused any other nanny or maid presented to you. Nelly was there when you were brought into the world, and she was there for your first words and steps. Nelly kissed your childhood wounds and dressed them with gentle hands, whether it was bandaging a scrape on your knee or holding you after you overheard your parents arguing. Nelly guided you through your anxieties about womanhood and all that it brought with it, physically and mentally. She was the one who helped you accept your future role as Queen of Naboo.

You slowly sat up and reached out to touch her hand where it was resting on her lap. She heard your movement and looked at you, and you could have sworn you saw a weariness in her eyes that you hadn’t seen before. She took your hand and squeezed it, smiling weakly.

“Oh, Nelly, forgive me. I—”

“Hush, Princess. I know you have been anxious about this day for a long while now,” She squeezed your hand and leaned in closer to you. “I’m sure it didn’t help that I let the sun blind you.”

You chuckled. “Not really. But I’m more awake now.”

Nelly rose, outstretching her other hand to you. You took it and she pulled you out of bed, just as she had always done since you were a toddler. You were a bit taller than the short maid, but not enough that she had to strain to look into your eyes; when Nelly kissed your forehead, you had to slightly tilt your head so her lips could meet your skin. The routine gesture was something you had never received from your own mother, and the more you reflect on it, the more you realize that Nelly provided the comforts your own mother could never give you.

“Let’s get you ready—you have a long day.”

You nodded and followed Nelly into your boudoir, then sat in front of your vanity and started fixing your hair as Nelly prepared water for you to rinse your face with. As your morning routine progressed, you felt yourself awaken more and more. While Nelly was tightening your corset and fixing your gown, you stared at yourself in the floor length mirror. You were then consumed by your own thoughts and anxieties, both about yourself and the day. You’d spent your entire life being prepared for your future, and now that it was approaching, you were terrified. All of Naboo would have its eyes on you, as would the other planets in the system. The weight of the kingdom would soon fall on your delicate shoulders.

The touch of cold metal around your neck snapped you out of your anxious trance, and you watched as Nelly placed a simple silver necklace around your throat, centering the modest teardrop diamond to fall right between your collarbones. It complimented your simple sapphire blue gown, the silver in the necklace matching the thin silver belt that accented your waist. The lace on the square neckline was the only detail you disliked about this gown; it made your chest itchy, and you had no way to relieve that itch until the end of the day. Flowing out under the belt in a centered upside-down V was a simple floral pattern embroidered in white. The hem of your gown had the same pattern, and you adored how delicate it looked.

Nelly carefully put a simple bandeau tiara on your head, making sure not to disturb the hair you had pinned back and away from your face in a simple low bun, a few pieces framing your face. In the center of the tiara was a gorgeous oval sapphire that perfectly matched the hue of your gown. You stepped into a pair of pointed slippers that matched your gown, finishing your daytime outfit.

You thanked Nelly, and the two of you left the boudoir and your chamber to walk to the garden for your breakfast. Whenever it was sunny, your palace staff knew to set your breakfast outside; you loved the way the garden looked in the morning, and it was your favorite place to be on the palace grounds. After a silent walk through the palace’s winding hallways, Nelly opened a door and you stepped outside and into the fresh Naboo air, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath through your nose, immediately feeling relaxed when you exhaled and opened your eyes. Nelly rubbed your back and guided you to where a mug of hot tea and warm food was waiting for you, your chair set to face the expanse of bright flowers and the lush foliage. You gave Nelly a kiss on the cheek, and she left you to enjoy your morning by yourself.

The morning was the only time you felt at peace. The nighttime was good; you were by yourself and could read by candlelight, stargaze on your balcony, relieve stress through pleasuring yourself, or you could put yourself to sleep with fantasies about a different life. The morning, however, never began with stress. The night was when you had to cope with the day’s stress, but the morning was when you enjoyed your last moments of peace before being subjected to whatever your day brought with it. There was beauty in these intimate and peaceful moments that were reserved purely for you, and they let you connect with yourself and clear your mind.

You listened to birds sing their morning ballad as you ate, the sun warming your skin. After you finished your meal, you sipped your tea and admired the flowers. You heard the door click open, and you recognized Nelly’s soft footsteps. She asked if you were finished, and when you nodded, she walked over to you and you stood, linked arms with her, and left your paradise for the confines of the palace.

“Nelly?”

“Yes, Princess?”

You looked down at the floor, watching it pass your feet as you gathered the courage to speak. “I-I’m nervous.”

You felt a tug when Nelly stopped walking, and you stopped as well, eyes still on the floor. Her free left hand cupped your cheek, and you lifted your eyes to look into her green ones. She was frowning, sad and concerned. It wasn’t pity—you knew Nelly didn’t pity you. It was the face of a mother worried for her child. Nelly had always told you she still saw you as the little girl she tended to, and you realized she must be a bit scared for your next chapter in life just like you. She breathed out your name, a soft motherly sigh, her thumb stroking your cheek.

“You are more than capable for this, for your new duties, for your life. All that is soon to come, you will handle with grace.” She smiled gently at you. “I know it.”

You smiled back at her, placing your hand over hers. “Thank you, Nelly.”

She simply smiled, dropped her hand, and you both started to make your way to the throne room, where your challenges would begin.

Upon reaching the throne room doors that were flanked by two knights on either side, Nelly unlinked your arms to turn and face you, and squeezed your hands. She rubbed your arms, centered your necklace and tiara, remarked your beauty, and then left you to finish her morning duties. You took a deep breath and nodded at the silent knights, letting them open the doors to where you’d be spending a majority of your day.

You saw your father and mother sitting at the very end of the elegant room, seated on ornate thrones atop a high marble platform that rose from the floor. Your feet gently tapped the ornate rug that stretched all the way from the doors to the foot of the platform’s marble steps, casting a shadow on it as sun poured through the arched windows on the east side of the room. Portraits of former Naboo monarchs lined the opposite wall, and as you approached your parents, your heart started beating faster. The royal blue banner of the Naboo crest behind your parents seemed more ominous than it had ever appeared to you before, and you tried your best to ignore it and focus instead on maintaining your posture and keeping your head lifted. Your parents could not see you stumble or slip up, especially today.

Finally, you reached them, and you gave them a deep curtsy, awaiting their words when you rose. Your mother seemed to be judging every aspect of your appearance, even if her gaze didn’t show it. You could see the wheels turning in her head, and you felt your mind begin to race with critiques about your body, the way your dress looked on you, your face, your hair…everything. You were brought back from your internal critiques when your father’s voice echoed through the hall.

“Daughter,” he gestured to the empty throne at his right side. “Come. Sit.”

You obeyed, feeling like a village dog after your father’s commands. Every day, you hope he’ll ask about your morning, or how you’re feeling, or even just smile at you. You read once that insanity is doing the same thing over and over but expecting a different result. Maybe you were a fool for hoping your father would finally show you a tiny bit of affection, but the small girl within you constantly hoped for it.

He didn’t have to tell you what would be filling your morning; you’d sat through many audiences before. Commoners from all across Naboo entering the throne room, airing grievances, asking for help with their villages’ needs, some even sinking to their knees and begging for help with a dire situation. Over time, you’ve learned to suppress visible emotional responses, focusing instead on your father’s responses. Someday soon, it would be you making these decisions, speaking with your planet’s citizens, and you had to learn to put your emotional nature aside in favor of practicality and logic.

The morning turned into afternoon, and you felt yourself getting restless. Luckily, a recess was called, and you exited the throne room alone, walking to the gardens again. It was refreshing to step outside and breathe in the scent of flowers after spending hours inside a stuffy throne room. You walked along the path, meandering deeper into the gardens, brushing your hand against the flowers, grounding yourself with the touch of petals and leaves. Finally, you reached the pavilion, where you could get a clear view of Naboo’s gorgeous landscape beyond the gardens. You smiled, looking up from the flower bushes, and your breath hitched when you caught a glint of armor across the pavilion.

There weren’t normally knights here; why was he here? However, he couldn’t be a knight, he wasn’t wearing the same armor that Naboo’s Royal Guard donned. You took a slow step back, suddenly aware of every breeze and every pebble under your slippers. He seemed to be staring directly at you from across the pavilion, and even though his face was hidden by his helmet, you could feel his gaze piercing you. It unnerved you, and you felt your blood freeze. Your backward steps picked up in speed until you turned around entirely, nearly jogging to get away from the unknown knight.

When you were approaching the marble patio, you noticed a glass of water and a plate of fruit, cheese, and biscuits were left out for you. Scared that the knight was following you, you scarfed it all down, and then hurried inside back to the throne room. You had never wanted to be stuck in a stuffy room with your parents before now, but it was only because some strange knight frightened you in your safest place in the palace.

The afternoon audience carried on in the same fashion as it did in the morning. This time, however, your father allowed you to respond to some commoners, adding on when he saw fit or deemed your response inadequate. Although he never addressed you or gave you explicit instructions or tips, you sensed that he was guiding you in the only way he knew how. You watched as candelabras and sconces slowly began to glow automatically, a product of your planet’s advanced technology. Finally, the herald called forth the last case, and you felt your heart stop.

It was him. He approached the platform, and as he came closer into view, you noticed his broad shoulders and the blaster holstered on his thigh, the ripped cape trailing behind him, and the signet on the right shoulder of his armor. You weren’t close enough to make it out precisely, but you were confident you didn’t want to ever be that close to him. He knelt when he reached the base of the platform, dropping his head.

“Rise, Mandalorian.”

Mandalorian. You remember reading about Mandalore during your lessons; you thought all remaining Mandalorians were either dead or hiding in the Outer Rim. You felt silly for not realizing the stranger was a Mandalorian—you should have remembered the distinct helmet style from your readings. In fairness, you were frightened and not paying attention to detail, just on putting distance between you and the ominous stranger.

Your father continued after the Mandalorian rose to his feet, his gaze now directed at your father. “I trust you bring news on your latest quarry?”

“Yes,” the Mandalorian said, his voice modulated through the helmet. “The quarry is outside of this room.”

Your father nodded. “Very well. Sir Morn, give the Mandalorian his pay.”

The Calamari treasurer appeared seemingly out of nowhere—he must have entered the room at some point, and you didn’t notice it because your entire body was frozen on the Mandalorian—and presented the Mandalorian with a bag of credits. He pulled them out, examining them in his gloved hands. Maker, your father paid the Mandalorian handsomely; at least 500 credits were in that bag. Satisfied, the Mandalorian cinched the bag closed, and Sir Morn walked away.

“Mandalorian, I have a proposition for you.”

“If it’s another quarry, you know what my answer will be,” he stated, tucking the bag away in a satchel at his hip.

“Join my Guard.”

Your eyes widened and your head snapped to your father, who had a straight face, his chin lifted. He was exuding confidence, but it terrified you. He was crazy to believe a Mandalorian would join the Royal Guard.

Without hesitation, the Mandalorian replied, “I work for no one.”

“I already reward you for hunting the threats to Naboo.” The king shrugged, resting his elbow on the throne’s armrest. “Why not make it official?”

The Mandalorian’s helmet turned slightly to the right. Was he intrigued? You couldn’t tell. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you waited for his modulated response.

“I refuse to ‘officially’ work for anyone. This is The Way.” The Mandalorian’s words sent a chill across your skin, and you felt the tension in the throne room increase.

Your father sat back in his throne, nodding. “Very well. In that case, I suppose we shall continue to conduct business as we have been.”

The Mandalorian nodded, and turned to walk away, but your father’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

“But Mandalorian, seeing as this quarry was particularly difficult—I’ve fought plenty of those wretched Barabels in my time—I welcome you to rest in my palace tonight.” He paused, then added, “I can also see to it that my bay crew fix your ship.”

The Mandalorian paused, considering the deal. “No droids.”

Your father smiled. “Of course.” He rose, and you and your mother followed suit, trailing behind him as he descended the steps to meet the Mandalorian. “I’ll have one of my stewards show you to your chamber for the night.”

As you exited the throne room with your parents and the Mandalorian, your mind was racing, still terrified, but now you were…intrigued. Your curiosity was getting the better of you, turning your fear into stupid interest in the mysterious Mandalorian.

When the steward led the Mandalorian down the hall, you could have sworn he was staring directly at you, eyeing you up like one of his bounties.

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[cursedwriter]

Cursed! Part 3 - Gojo Satoru

Part One // Part Two // Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist 

Synopsis: After running some errands you’re caught off guard by a curse user. Unbeknownst to you, he has something up his sleeve that would mean a fate worse than death to you. How will you get out of this? And what role does your boyfriend - the Satoru Gojo - play in all of this?

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Gojo was already running in the direction where the maniac had disappeared to. Upon hearing you scream he had been momentarily distracted which had given the culprit the opportunity to slip out of his sight. No matter, though. He was no match for him anyway. When Gojo reached the end of the park, though, the veil you had cast sent a jolt of energy through his body, pushing him back and not letting him through. Ugh, not that again! Looked like he was trapped here. That bastard! I swear to God if I ever come across you again, you won’t be laughing anymore, Satoru thought. A sick grin spread across his face as he thought of all the ways he could make that pathetic excuse of a man cry and beg him to show mercy. He wouldn’t though. That thought made him smile even more until…

Something shattered against his limitless technique. Well, not just something. It was a surge of pure cursed energy perfectly aimed and concentrated. The sheer force of the blast had his feet slipping slightly and any normal opponent would’ve been swept off their feet completely. Gojo turned around to see where the hit had come from, but the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach already told him everything he didn’t want to know.  The flowing cursed energy in the air, that perfectly aimed hit… it all led to one person and person only. You.

Another hit. This time he saw the bright flash of a glowing arrow connecting and disrupting on the outside of his protective infinity shield.

What the hell were you doing?

Another hit. The force of the blasts was increasing and Gojo sucked in air through his gritted teeth.

“Y/N, what the hell?! Stop hitting me!” Gojo complained, though, dread was spreading throughout his whole body. He could only hope that his suspicion was false. No, he forced himself to think it was false.

No way in hell, no way, no way. No. Fucking. Way.

“You should’ve run when you still could.” Your voice echoed off the trees in the confined space. Gojo had his back turned to the veil, trapping him like a mouse. He had yet to see your face. Your cursed energy was concentrated in a tree to his right. You must’ve climbed up there when you last hit him with one of your arrows made out of light and cursed energy. As if to prove him right – though, of course he was right – multiple arrows flew out of the tree crown, hitting and exploding upon impact. “I can’t stop, Gojo. I’m sorry, but I can’t stop.” Your quiet sobs reached his ears and he could feel his heart dropping to his stomach, slowly and painfully being digested by his stomach acid.

Finally, you jumped off the tree branch you’d been sitting on, landing on your feet gracefully and even in a situation like this, Gojo couldn’t help but admire you. Your eyes were bloodshot, red from crying so much. Your whole body shook with the force of you weeping and sobbing as a glowing sword materialized out of thin air, perfectly fitting in your hand.

Gojo didn’t say anything, he already knew what was going on. A bitter laugh escaped his parted lips. That fucking bastard. He had to hand it to him, though. It was one hell of a plan. Having you kill him or forcing him to kill you. Either way, it was a fight without victory.

“Satoru,” Your voice was earnest, pleading. “You have to do it! Please, you have to!” Your mouth was telling him one thing, but your body was acting on its own accord, swinging the sword with murderous precision at your sides. “It’s okay, I promise. Please! It has to be you!”

Were you seriously asking him to kill you?

“It’s fine, as long as I have my shield, you can’t touch me anyways. The veil won’t hold forever, that’s impossible. We just have to wait until someone from the college notices and helps with backup, then we’ll kill that sleazy bastard and the curse will be lifted. Simple, right? So don’t panic, it’s going to be alright,” Gojo tried to reason, voice calm and collected despite him being more anxious than he cared to admit.  Even to himself.

But it wasn’t going to be alright. Of course not. The curse user had planned it all out to the latter. He anticipated his own death already, but not before one of you would die as well.

“No, no, no,” you shook your head as if you could shake the impending words out of your mind. “I – I won’t. No. No!” Your eyes met Gojo’s which were blown wide in horror upon seeing you like this. The sight hurt more than any physical attack ever could.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, though, he doubted he wanted to know.  

“The… The trump card. Do you remember my trump card? The one I was never able to master?”

Of course he did. He was the one who egged you on to perfect the technique after all. Gojo nodded slowly. A big lump already forming in his throat, while his mind raced a thousand miles per minute, already planning out different scenarios.

“Well, he wants me to use it.” For a brief moment your eyes seemed to lose their murderous intent. “Please, Gojo, you have to do it. Now! I don’t know how much longer I can fight it!”

You lifted your sword in the air, pure cursed energy surging through your body, concentrating at the very tip of your sword. Though, everything within you willed you to strike him in the heart or cut his head off, you forced your arm to aim for his leg instead. It wouldn’t make contact with him anyway… or so you thought.

“Gojo! Gojo, what the hell?!” You screamed at the top of your lungs. Did he really just release his cursed technique? Why?! Why would he do that?! “You idiot! You idiot!” The sword in your hand shrunk down to a small but deathly dagger as you watched the blood spilling from the wound in his leg. Gojo stumbled and fell to the ground, grunting in pain, but he tried to keep his expression as neutral as possible. For your sake, you knew that. He must’ve been in tremendous pain right now. Your body moved on its own, hovering above him, dagger slightly raised above his heart. Tears spilled from your waterline, blurring your vision as you saw the adoring smile on his face. “You idiot! Put it back on! Put it back on!” You screamed. This wasn’t how it was supposed to end. No. He wasn’t the one who was supposed to die.

It should be me. It should be me! Dammit!

Your body shook with your sobs, hand with the dagger inching closer to where it wanted to connect. You forced ever fiber of your being, ever cell in your body to stop, but nothing worked. Your body didn’t listen to any of your commands. All you could do was watch as the dagger inched closer and closer. “Gojo, please!” You begged. What was he doing? Why wasn’t he doing anything?! “Do something!!!”

Unexpectedly he reached forward, thumb brushing over your cheek affectionately and wiping away the tears from under your eyes. “I promised to protect you, didn’t I? This way I’m dying willingly. You don’t have to feel bad about it. I won’t force you to use your trump card and feel guilty for it for the rest of your life.” His hand still lingered on your cheek, the warmth of it flowing through your freezing body. “It’s okay, Y/N, I promise!”

“No, please don’t!” But you couldn’t keep your hand from moving forward…

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[dadsbongos]

burn me to the ground

(1)gentle lover (2)burn me to the ground Movie/Game/Show: Thor: Ragnarok Dynamic: Loki Laufeyson/Reader Warnings: ragnarok spoilers?, passing description of you as toned/muscular cuz loki with gf who could crush him >>>, i give more time gap to thor's arrival cuz :), fem pronouns Summary: He’s never been one for such sentiment, maybe that’s why her influence is so terrifying to him. ~~~

“You wanted me to meet someone?”

“Right! Right, right, right,” the Grandmaster waves his hand in a gesture for Topaz to guide his chair through the room, “He was all mumble-y and murmur-ey and I heard your name, so I was thinking maybe you could tell me what this guy’s all about!”

Upon seeing the man in reference, your eyes widen and you nearly stumble back.

The man, however, immediately tilts his head and practically hisses out, “You.”

Well, no point in pretending to not know him now when he reacts like that. Sighing and tossing up your hands as if to show relief, you gush out an awfully whiny, “Aw, prince! Thank goodness you’re okay! I was so worried when we got separated!”

“So, how do you two know each other?” the Grandmaster’s smile is broad, if not slightly threatening, as he waggles a finger between the two people in front of him.

“I’m a sort of guard to your royal asshat.”

Loki doesn’t get the chance to speak up as the Grandmaster claps in response to you, “Well, I’m sure he’ll be happy to know your track record here doesn’t show any signs of slacking!”

“Certainly, yes,” Loki nods curtly, not pleased at the prospect of a Midgardian - this Midgardian - having to watch over him again, “Reassuring to have her here.”

“I would be, look at her- " reaching over, the Grandmaster squeezes at your bicep, “So strong, she’s a great contender!”

“Contender…?” Loki murmurs to the woman, a brow quirked.

Smacking the prince’s arm, you shake your head before turning back to the Grandmaster, “Loki wouldn’t be a very good contender, he’s pretty frail and weak. Lame, too.”

“Aw,” wagging a finger as one would to a pestering child, the Grandmaster’s broad grin falls into a tight-lipped smile before he speaks, “Loyal guard trying to protect her prince, how sweet.”

“What can I say?” Loki notices the way you seem more on edge now, breath shakier, but you manage to mask it as light laughter, “Duties never rest.”

Nodding, the elderly man turns to Topaz, whispering in her ear before dismissing you both back to your quarters.

It’s as the door to the room shuts that Loki is greeted with the first hint of aggression he’s ever seen from you - not even in his time on Earth had he seen malice slip from you like he does now. The door slams and you wring your hands in your hair, nearly shouting as you turn to the God,

“You moron, why’d you have to go and say that? As if you know me? You could’ve gotten us killed.”

“But I do know you,” Loki held his hands up, pausing your rampant pacing, “Was I not supposed to try and find solace in the fact that I was on a new, strange planet with the one person I recognize?”

“You’re such an ass,” it’s a deflated insult, sighed out while you stomp over to the one bed in the room and slump down on it, “Just hope that nutjob believed me about you being weak.”

“Which, I believe we should have a talk about, by the way,” Loki’s brows furrow, “Why do that? I don’t need any protection nor defense, especially by the likes of you.”

“Unless you want to go as a gladiator and potentially be ripped in half by people twice your size, I would just take the label of weakling socialite and run with it. Hope you get on the Grandmaster’s good side like I have and eventually he maybe stops looking at you like a starving man to steak.”

“Haven’t quite gotten to that last bit, I imagine.”

“No, unfortunately not. It’s a little terrifying.”

It’s quiet as you rub at your aching temples and think over the situation. Loki turns and begins assessing the room - a room he hopes to not be stuck in.

“Are we to share this?”

“Probably,” yet another exhausted sigh slips from your lips, “I wouldn’t bother bringing it up to the old man, you might get vaporized.”

There’s a beat of silence before Loki chuckles, it’s forced and tight.

“Oh,” nodding, you lean back until you’re fully reclined on the bed, “you think I’m joking.”

The God’s eyes widen at that, turning to face you in alarm, “Are you not?”

Suddenly sitting up to untie your boots, you mutter, “I’m trying a slow coup. I was gonna do it on my own, but now you’re here so that’s minorly reassuring.”

“Coup?”

“Accident comes to the Grandmaster, we move up. I say we, but if you try and overthrow me for the throne, I will have to duel you. Duel at best, but at worst…”

Another pregnant silence flows through the room, Loki tilting his head, “You do realize how alarming that is when you don’t finish that sentence, right?”

“Good.”

It was an unlucky arrangement. Trapped on a trash planet, literally, with a Midgardian worm - whom he either has to share a bed with or rest on a loveseat for the nights. None of which is even mentioning the Grandmaster.

The Grandmaster.

On the surface he’s light. Bubbly. Fun. And then someone drops a glass too close to his favorite new shoes and suddenly they’ve been pardoned from the land of the living and the stench of wretched toast permeates through the room.

It’s that memory that has Loki tuning out of the story of the man across from him. His hands fall to his thighs and begin rubbing away the sweat of nervousness that gathers there. The movements don’t go unseen, and the woman who assigned herself as his personal guard reaches down and takes his hand. Uncaring if the rest of the party sees as they cling to one another.

You aren’t Loki’s first choice of partnership but maybe that’s where he’d be wrong - because your grip is strong and it won’t let go unless it’s commanded. It’s comforting and reassuring and Loki can’t remember the last time someone held him like that as he breaks down. It isn’t just the hand holding at parties, it’s in the late nights when neither of you can sleep and your heads are too full of countless worries of each’s own home. It’s the way you hold him and don’t say a word of it the next day. Barely acknowledging it unless he brings it up first, not wanting to make him uncomfortable or pressured.

It’s kindness and genuinity and he thinks he wants to have you around all the time. After the Grandmaster. After Hela. Whenever and wherever that dust happens to settle, he knows he wants this comfort all the time.

Storytime comes around to Loki. His fingers curl tighter around your hand as he speaks, occasionally taking a break to sip at his neon drink when there’s a hearty whisper-shout of both your names,

“Over here!”

God of Thunder, you notice. Thor of Asgard. You two excuse yourselves from the couch of socialites to cross the room to Thor.

“Thor? You’re alive?” you begin, eyes wide.

“Of course, I’m alive, what’re you two doing? Why aren’t you stuck in a chair? Where’s your chairs?”

“We didn’t get one,” Loki shakes his head.

“Get me out,” Thor urges, still thoroughly confused over the presence of his brother and old friend.

“We can’t,” you whisper.

Nodding, Loki continues, “We’ve gotten in favor with the Grandmaster. In his higher courts.”

“Like friends but scary,” you pitch in, “We’ve been here a few weeks. Maybe a month.”

“A month?" Thor repeats in utter disbelief, "I just got here.”

“What’re you guys whispering about?” the Grandmaster himself juts into the conversation with a giggle, “Time works different around these parts. On any other world I’d be like millions of years old, but on Sakaar…” he stops and looks between the trio with a teasing grin before shaking his head, “In any case, you two know this… what’d you call yourself - Lord of Thunder…?”

“God of Thunder,” Thor corrects with a forced chuckle.

“I’ve never met this man in my life,” Loki immediately denies.

“He’s my brother.”

Rolling your eyes at the brothers, you’re quick to gesture to Loki, “Adopted.”

The Grandmaster nods, “He any kind of a fighter?”

“You take this thing out of my neck and I’ll show you.”

That’s how they find out that - at the very least, Thor’s alive. Not well, but certainly alive.

The night after that party is mostly quiet in the room. Presently, both people are getting ready for bed but inside their minds is such fueled turmoil that neither truly believes they’re getting rest that night. Upon finishing his state of dress, Loki makes his way out to the balcony.

Air on Sakaar isn’t particularly fresh or clean, nor are the stars incredibly visible with all the city lights, but it felt better out there than being trapped in a room. He’s soon joined by another body at the railing, hands barely brushing together on the roughened metal.

It’s Loki that makes the first move, slowly sliding his hand across the rail until his entwined with yours. Your fingers weave together and Loki can’t help but balance his gaze between your conjoined hands and your eyes. He remembers a time where he used to look into those eyes and see an enemy - now, he can’t imagine a time where he would’ve ever wanted to hurt someone such as you. Can't believe there was a time where he wanted to hurt you. Your care is expressed in tender touches and loyalty. In quiet moments of trust and earnest adoration. In honesty. It's that silent care that speaks the loudest.

It’s your voice that breaks him from his own thoughts, “When this whole thing is over and Sakaar is ruined and Thor will have the throne, where will you go?”

Loki falls silent at that question, he brushes a thumb over your knuckles, pursing his lips and tilting his head as he thinks over what response would fit best. Then he comes to the realization that it wouldn’t matter where he lies as long as he has comfort that lies with him. Comfort that sleeps inside the woman beside him is what he wants.

And so, he mumbles out, “Where will you want me?”

There’s a laugh pulled from you as your head shakes, “You wouldn’t want to go to Earth. Unless you’d like the Avengers up your ass.”

There’s a shared laugh as Loki relents, speaking before laying a kiss to your knuckles, “I wouldn’t be fond of that… but for you, my dear, I’d tear the universe apart.”

“That sounds like exactly why they wouldn’t want you. Sorry to say they’re not fond of universe-tearing.”

A sarcastic huff falls from the prince, “I’m charming and romantic and this is how I’m repaid?”

“However, I can’t say that’s not excellent bargaining to keep you on a leash,” you grin.

“Like a dog?”

“Well, now,” looking away, your lip is tucked between your teeth to muffle possible laughter.

Loki doesn’t follow your example, instead he studies the planes of your face. The curve of your cheek and the way your eyes are lit up by the stars and lights that flow in this city. You’re beautiful. That, he knows. And despite being trapped on Sakaar, he also knows he’s grateful to have someone like you. To have you.

Strong, both in emotional resolve and psychical capability. It’s nice to have someone who can stay level-header and offer support. It makes him want to care and provide for you as well, and that’s what scares him.

You make him want to return sentiment when all he’s cared for before was letting things burn.

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki laufeyson x reader #loki laufeyson x you #loki fanfic

[sweetbunnykook]

Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Beast with Two Backs II

Yandere husband!JK x Rescued wife!Noona - Oneshot/Drabble 

Warning: dub-con (groping, kissing), abuse of power (emotional manipulation, financial abuse, starvation), handcuffs

Word: 1,557

Synopsis: When Jungkook’s love hurt more than his punishments. 

“Please, please, Jungkook, I won’t do it again. Please,” you whimper, pulling on the handcuffs as your husband places the disc inside a DVD player and waits for it to load. He struggles to keep his expression cold when you’re already crying as soon as you wake up to find the cuffs are still wrapped around your wrists. He adjust his cufflinks to distract himself from the fact that maybe he went too far this time.

He didn’t mean to make you cry but this is the only way you’ll learn that you’re meant to be with him. If you see how adorable you look next to him during the wedding, you’ll learn that you don’t need anyone else. You don’t need to keep fighting him, to turn your cheeks away when he wants to kiss you goodbye before work, to cover yourself when he watches you bathe in a tub full of flowers.

When the familiar orchestral music sounds from the speakers you let out a hoarse cry, thrashing in the white bridal nightie you’ve been wearing for the last two days. You’re sick of the romantic soundtrack and even more sick of seeing yourself docile and naïve in Jungkook’s arms, your eyes glazed from the opiates running through your veins on that day.

Jungkook’s head turns quickly towards when he hears the harsh cacophony of steel scraping against wood and immediately comes to your bedside to keep your hands still.

“Stop moving so much, you’re going to hurt yourself.” He commands, brows drawn together as he witnesses the deep red marks around your wrists. You must have been pulling on them all night despite knowing the wooden bedpost is indestructible and there’s no chance of escape.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you cry, curling your legs up to your torso and burying your face in the feather pillows. “Please,” you look up at him with tears rolling down your cheeks, your soft hiccups and sobs melting his heart in the right places. “I won’t be bad anymore. I’m so hungry…please, Jungkook…”

His lips press together as he feels tears blur his own vision and he momentarily turns away to wipe his face with the flat of his palm. You feel a twinge of hope when he opens the nightstand drawer and pull out a black box with a neat white ribbon wrapped around the edges. He sits on the edge of the bed next to your curled figure and unwraps the package to reveal four rows of chocolates, six on each row.

Your stomach growls and cramps upon the sight of such glossy chocolate truffles, each with a berry vanilla cream tucked in the center. Jungkook finds your wide eyes endearing as you glare at the chocolates as if it’ll fall into your mouth the harder you looked. It’s not exactly nutritious food, but sweets are just as tantalizing as a three-course meal. In your situation, you can’t find it in you to complain.

Jungkook pulls the box away for a second, relishing in your sweet whines, as he stumbles upon an idea. He runs his fingers over the chocolates and then back at you with your head buried in the pillows but red eyes trained on his, arms twisted to leave a small gap between the cuffs and the bruised skin around your wrists. Making a final decision, he takes the remote controller on the nightstand and turns off the television. The silence of the bedroom elicits a sigh of relief that you hope he won’t notice, but he does anyway and momentarily feels saddened by it. He then kneels closer to your body, wrapping an arm around your waist and hoisting you up on the pillow so your back can rest. The angle provides orgasmic relief to your strained arms and shoulders that you can’t help but moan softly, the sound of your saccharine voice making Jungkook’s hands falter as he tucks your hair behind your ears and cups your face with one hand.

He reaches next to him and brings the chocolate up to your lips, watching your eyes widen as you crane your neck to bring it into your mouth. He doesn’t give you the satisfaction as he slips the truffle in his own mouth and brings his lips over yours. Your greedy tongue licks the cream on his lips before you roam your tongue into his mouth and swallow melted chocolate, ignoring the pang of pleasure that breeds warmth deep in your core when Jungkook brushes his tongue against yours. His long hair tickles your cheeks as he moves cautiously against your lips. If your hands were free, you would have pulled him closer by his black coat lapels to feel more of him. He gasps when you lick a stripe up his chin to catch the remaining cream before digging your tongue back into his mouth until all the sugary sweetness dissipates.

The chocolates are so milky and fragrant you can feel tears prickle the edge of your eyes which Jungkook softly wipes away with the pads of his thumb. His darling, so easy to punish, so easy to please. He reaches over to the remote and places it next to the box of chocolate, giving you the ultimatum he’d written in his mind: either you watch the wedding again and starve for the day or you can satiate a part of your cravings by giving him the kisses you’d denied him.  

“Do you want more?” He asks, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip and trailing his warm palms over your heart, beneath the sheer nightie to feel the soft swells of your breasts.

“Answer me.” He digs his fingers in your skin and gropes your mounds whole.

“Y-Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

You swallow the chocolate remaining in the back of your throat like you swallow your pride. “Yes, sweetheart.”

His smile is wide and bright as he trails his hands down further down to your waist to rub your aching belly. Your knees come together when he brings his fingers down towards your womb and draw circles around your hipbones.

“That’s my good girl.”

He pops another chocolate in his mouth and brings his soft lips to yours once more, tongues moving against each other while the truffle disappears into a syrupy sweetness that leaves you whimpering like a lost kitten.

Jungkook knows he must leave for work or else he’ll be late to the meeting but he’s drowning in pleasure and your tongue is driving him crazy. He longed to feel your kisses, to feel your softness on his skin, to watch the flush on cheeks deepen and your thighs rubbing together to satiate a different kind of craving he longed to hear you beg him for. For now, he’s satisfied with just your lips. It doesn’t hit you until much later that the chocolate has long melted and your lips are moving against Jungkook’s out of its own will. His hands cups underneath your jaw to angle your head as he wishes and you ignore that feeling of worthlessness that will crawl its way up your cuffed legs after he’s gone. For now, the pleasure is too great to refuse and your husband smelled too good, tasted too good, and felt too good pressed against your body.

If you didn’t misbehave, your days could be more like this, filled with more of his loving touches and kisses. Had you met him under different circumstances, had he genuinely wanted you as a wife and not as a pet he feeds in exchange for your attention and love, you would have fallen for him. You wish you could go back to the time when you thought Jungkook was your savior and not your captor. You wish you can go back to the time when the scent of his cologne brought you peace and the warmth of his coat around your shoulders gave you a feeling of home you haven’t had in a long time.

With a gasp, you turn your head to the side, peeling your lips away from his. Your breaths are harsh and labored and your eyes are wide as you’re hit with a pang of realization that the pleasure you’re feeling now is part of his punishment. These doses of affection between anger makes you believe everything is okay but you know as soon as he leaves for work and you’re forced to think about yourself, everything comes crashing down.

“Can you undo the cuffs? B-before you go to work?” You ask while he’s catching his breath.

Jungkook nods eagerly, still buzzed with delight as he snakes the key out of his pockets and undo your handcuffs. He rubs your sore wrists and kisses them softly. You sit and watch him worship every knuckle and every crevice of your hands with his lips, exhaling when you don’t pull away for once. Perhaps the punishments are working, he thinks.  

Fresh drops of tears roll down your cheeks once more and Jungkook murmurs your name before kissing them away. He thinks you’re relieved about your freed arms and the first taste of joy that you willingly took from his mouth.

What he doesn’t know is that you’re crying for him, and for what could have been, had he given you a chance to learn what love is.  

#bunny:drabble #I had so much work to do today and you know what that means 🤣 time for a drabble!!!! #beast with two backs JK #something borrowed something blue #yandere jungkook #bts fanfiction #bangtan fanfiction #Jungkook fanfiction #Jungkook angst #bts angst

[thepieisalie]

Divine Taste

As a maid in Castle Dimitrescu, there is a lot more to your work than just cleaning and serving. When Lady Dimitrescu personally requests you to come see her in her private chambers, you might find more than one way to please her. - Pairing: Lady Dimitrescu x Reader - Warnings: Slight spoilers, blood, contains adult content! - Words: 6.264

 ‘’Lady Dimitrescu requested you to go see her.’’

You spin around to face the person behind you. A feather-duster still in your hand as you were cleaning the cabinets and seating furniture in the hall. The woman who had addressed you was another maid, one of your coworkers. She has a stoic posture and her eyes always stand in a glare. She has always looked like that since you met her about a month ago when you came to the castle, searching for work. She is a bit of a strange lady, but she has always been nice to you.

‘’Me?’’ You ask curiously. The Mistress had never personally asked for you before.

‘’Yes. She asked for you specifically.’’

You feel your face redden from that comment. Before it became too obvious to the other woman, you quickly hide your face and walk past her. You leave your unfinished work behind to head over to the Lady’s private chambers; it would be improper to make her wait. Yet you catch yourself slowing your pace halfway there and twiddling your thumbs nervously.

Lady Dimitrescu asked for you? You specifically? What could she be needing from you? Maybe she was going to task you to fetch an item for her or to clean her personal belongings. Or maybe… it would be like last time…

You immediately shake that idea out of your head. That happened under completely different circumstances, surely this wouldn’t be the same.

But no matter how much you try to convince yourself, your mind keeps reeling with the same thoughts and they make your heart flutter away in your chest as you approach the area of the castle where Lady Dimitrescu resided.

It was no secret to yourself, yet you were confused as to why you fancied the Mistress.

You can still recall the exact moment you fell in love with her beauty. You had only been working at the castle for a day or two and didn’t yet have the pleasure to meet the people you were actually working for. But you heard rumors from the maids you spoke to and of course the similar gossip that went around the village you grew up in: that the Lady of House Dimitrescu was tall. And not just tall, but giant. She was said to be so tall, you had to strain your neck to look her in the eye. Sure, you believed she could be a few inches over your height but certainly the way the townsfolk described it sounded like an over-exaggeration.

But then you saw her, elegantly walking past you as you were mopping the floors. She was huge. You assumed she had to be over 9 feet tall at the least! But it was not her height that struck your young maiden’s heart. It was her beautiful pale face. Her lovely golden eyes and the dark locks of her hair curling from under her hat. The pure power and confident demeanor in her walk which nearly swept you off your feet from just watching her go.

You couldn’t help but follow her with your eyes until she had to bend down to leave through the double doors. At that moment you had to avert your eyes. Even though there was no one else there to catch you staring, it just felt wrong to do so.

Ever since that first encounter, your heart started to long for glimpses of her. You cherished any and every moment you got to see her or hear her talk from another room. It didn’t take long for you to realize you had fallen in love with the woman. And every time she was close by, your heart would start throbbing so loud you were afraid she could hear it.

Yet, Lady Dimitrescu had not once taken notice of you. Barely even talking to you unless she ordered you to do something.

That was the case until you accidentally stumbled upon her in the library last week. You had gone in to dust off the shelves, only to find her there reading a book. She had acknowledged you coming in, looked you up and down with a smile, offering you a seat…

You straighten your back as you come to a halt in front of the door to her bedroom. Now is not a good time to remember all of that. You have to stay professional and not let your emotions get the better of you this time around. You breathe in deep and release it again before knocking on the door. There was no response. You hesitate for a moment before opening the door just a crack to peek inside. You don’t see the Mistress anywhere. Confused, you enter and walk to the middle of the room. That’s when you notice a slither of light coming from under the bathroom door.

You cautiously knock, hoping it won’t anger the Mistress. ‘’Lady Dimitrescu? You called for me?’’

‘’Come on in.’’

You open the door and find Lady Dimitrescu enjoying a nice warm bath. She has her eyes closed and head titled back in pure relaxation. You feel your face heat up to the point you’re glowing red.

‘’Be a dear and hand me a towel.’’ She commands, her hand vaguely waving in the direction of the marble sink.

It takes you a whole three seconds to process before you can get yourself to do as she asks. You walk over to the sink and unfold the large white towel that was resting on top. It’s very soft and the edges are embroidered with golden flowers like the family’s sigil.

Keep your composure, you say to yourself as you clutch onto the fabric, don’t act like a creep.

Your regained confidence is immediately lost when you turn around and watch Lady Dimitrescu push herself up out of the bathtub. At this point, it's a miracle she hasn't noticed you staring.

You gulp down the wad of saliva caught stuck in your throat and hand her the towel. ‘’Here you go, my Lady.’’ You attempt to say without letting your inappropriate feelings shine through.

She makes no comment on your behavior whatsoever and simply takes it and dries herself off. Afterward, she dresses into the bathrobe that was hanging from the wall and returns to her bedroom while continuing to dry her hair.

When you finally remember how to breathe, you quickly turn your attention to the large bathtub and use the shower head to wash the remaining soap down the drain. You dry the few puddles of water that had splashed onto the floor with another towel and reorganize the soap bottles neatly on the side table. Your hands shake the entire time, nearly knocking over everything they come to touch.

This is a mess. An absolute mess. One that you don’t know how to get yourself out of. And no matter how much you tell your own brain to stop, the image of the Lady’s marvelous body standing in front of you keeps flashing in front of your eyes and you feel a fluttering sensation in your stomach.

If there was any good reason and time for her to fire you, this was it.

You return to the bedroom after you’re done. Lady Dimitrescu is sitting in front of her mirror, a hairbrush balancing in her hand. The dried ends of her hair are already starting to curl upwards. She combs through the strands at the front with her fingers in an attempt to style them. You shuffle over to her side, your hands folded in front of you as you await another one of her requests.

She gives you a glance from the corner of her eye and stretches out her hand holding the hairbrush. You stare at it dumbly until you realize what she wants from you and you jump forward to grab it. Oh you’re really, really messing this up… the voice in your head wails as you almost drop the thing.

The pit in your stomach only digs deeper once you’re standing behind her and realize you can’t reach her head. You stare around anxiously and find a cushioned stool used as a footrest standing near the bed. You go to pick it up, giving the Mistress a sheepish grin. ‘’Uhm, may I?’’

‘’Go right ahead.’’ She responds calmly.

You place it down behind her and use it as a step-up. Now you can at least reach the top of her head. You carefully start to brush the strands of her hair, making sure not to pull when the brush gets caught in the few tangles it comes across.

It feels kind of nice to run your fingers through her hair like that. It was so beautiful and soft and you could smell the linger of soap on her body. You’ve never been this close to her…

‘’You poor thing. You don’t have to be so nervous.’’ Lady Dimitrescu suddenly pats your hand that was resting on her shoulder and the blush on your cheeks deepens to a dark red.

‘’I-I’m sorry, my Lady. I just don’t want to mess up.’’ You admit shyly as you try to hide from her gaze in the mirror.

She gives an amused chuckle. ‘’You’re doing fine.’’

You manage to suppress the urge to cry out an ‘’I am?’’ and instead go for: ‘’Thank you, my Lady. I used to do the same thing for my little sister every night.’’

Ohmygodwhatareyousaying? Shut up shut up.

‘’Is that so? How sweet.'' There is a hint of tease in her voice as if she finds your anxiety entertaining. You’re just glad she hasn’t gotten mad at you already. ‘’Are you from the village?’’

You’re surprised she even cares. ‘’Uh, yes I am. I was born there.’’

‘’As is your little sister, I presume?’’

‘’Yes, but… she died.’’ You avert your eyes after recalling the memory. You don’t know why you’re bringing that up now, but you can’t stop yourself from continuing. ‘’She went out to play near the forest with the neighboring kids one day. When we found her, she was ripped to shreds. Father said it must have been a wolf. My parents have been grieving ever since. That’s why I came here to work, to unburden them.’’

When you look back up, you notice Lady Dimitrescu’s eyes were locked on you through the mirror this entire time. Your hands had also paused with what they were doing and you quickly regain your posture. ‘’I’m sorry, my Lady. I didn’t mean for my story to sadden your mood.’’

‘’It’s quite alright, dear.’’

You mean to continue with brushing her hair, but she turns around in her chair and places her soft hand against your face.

‘’You must miss your family so much.’’ She notes, her tone of empathy as if she were talking to a homesick child.

‘’No, no, it’s fine. I quite enjoy my stay here, actually.’’

‘’You do?’’ She continues to speak in that same tone, but your answer seemed to genuinely surprise her.

You give a quick nod.

‘’Well, that’s good to hear. It’s so hard to find proper help these days.’’

You are about to smile at what you presume is an indirect compliment, but it fades as soon as that hand moves down to your neck. She pulls back the collar of your maid outfit to reveal a bite mark. She strokes her thumb over the healed skin and gives a soft hum. ‘’Shall I tell you a little secret? But you must promise not to share it with anyone.’’

Your dry tongue is stuck to the roof of your mouth, making you unable to answer her. Her golden eyes switch from your neck to meet your own and you can feel her strong gaze strip you down where you’re standing. Despite your lack of response, Lady Dimitrescu leans in close, her hot breath tickling your neck. ‘’I’ve never tasted anything as good as you.’’

With her lips slightly parted, her eyes flick back over to you. Her mouth turns into a smile at seeing your frightened eyes. ‘’Oh don’t worry, dear. I’m not going to drain you. That would be… such a waste.’’

She pulls back, much to your relief. But that hand on your neck remains as if she’s ready to choke you, were you to struggle.

‘’How about tonight, you come see me. Here, in this room.’’ It wasn’t a question and you knew there was no way to deny her. ‘’And don’t share our little secret, we wouldn’t want them to get jealous.’’

You’re not sure whether she’s talking about the other maids or her daughters, but you suddenly feel extremely uncomfortable. You can feel the grip on your throat tighten ever so slightly and an instinctual panic rises up in you. Lady Dimitrescu must have noticed because she reveals her sharp teeth with a grin.

‘’You’re a good girl. You wouldn’t disobey me, would you?’’

You hastily shake your head.

‘’Well then, see you tonight.’’ She gives your neck a final squeeze. A warning perhaps? When her hand finally lets you go, you immediately take the opportunity to make your leave.

‘’And darling,’’ you stop in the middle of the doorway and look back at the Mistress, ‘’don’t be late.’’

You fake a smile in agreement before hurrying off.

Your head is spinning as you aimlessly make your way through the halls. You just want to hide away in a corner where no one can find you. Even more so, you wish you could just run back home, but you know very well that isn’t an option. You hurry down a flight of stairs and suddenly freeze once you reached the bottom of it. On your left is the door to the library. Without knowing what’s getting into you, you go inside.

It’s a large and open area, illuminated by a big chandelier. The room is connected to the upstairs where railed overlooks decorate the first floor. Below it, the walls are covered with wooden bookcases. Each and every one of them is stocked with hundreds of hard-covered stories. Not a single shelf is missing a copy. The sight completely baffled you the first time you saw it. As a poor farmer's daughter, you never learned to read. The books were a fascinating luxury that you otherwise never got to experience.

That’s why you were so excited to be tasked with cleaning the library that day. The room was beautiful with the highly decorated chairs and matching tea table. There was also a very expensive-looking piano and of course the many, many books.

But your little adventure was cut short when you arrived to find Lady Dimitrescu sitting there reading.

‘’I-I’m sorry if I’m disturbing you, my Lady. I came to clean.’’ You apologized.

Lady Dimitrescu looked up from her book and inspected you from head to toe. She smiled so friendly and inviting… Her red lipstick stood out against her pale skin and her gaze made you shuffle in your spot. The only thoughts in your head at the moment were about how lovely she looked.

You were surprised that instead of ignoring you, the Mistress patted on the couch beside her, suggesting you’d come take a seat. That’s when you remembered a conversation you had with one of the maids the other day.

‘’Whatever you do, never resist anything the Lady asks of you.’’ She had whispered to you under her breath while you were standing together doing the dishes.

You had stared at the woman dumbfounded. Before that, you never really got to interact with Lady Dimitrescu, which was a real pity in your opinion. But she seemed like a lovely person and you couldn’t comprehend why this woman was speaking such ill of her.

‘’Just trust me.’’ She warned. ‘’Just let her do what she wants. What she does to you if you fight back is a whole lot worse.’’

You didn’t think much of it back then and had simply laughed it off. She was probably just tired from the amount of work you were given every day and blamed the Lady of the House for it all. The problem with the entire staff being women was that there was a lot of gossip going around all the time and so you knew better than believing everything you heard. But for some reason, that maid’s strange warning was catching you off guard now that you were alone with the Lady Dimitrescu.

However, it would be rude and out of your place to deny whatever the Mistress asked of you, so you went to sit next to her. She didn’t say anything at first, seemingly to finish reading the page she was on before looking at you over the rim of her book. ‘’The House of Mirth.’’ She said, tapping her index finger at the title on the cover. ‘’It’s by Edith Wharton. It’s an interesting story. Do you know it?’’

You bit your tongue anxiously. You never held a book before in your life, let alone one that a Lady such as her would read.

‘’Do you know how to read, dear?’’

You told her you didn’t, that you never learned how to. Lady Dimitrescu responded with only a noise of thought which left you feeling a little ashamed. There was nothing you could discuss with her. As a commoner, you knew nothing of the luxurious life of a noblewoman. Honestly, at this point you would rather just stand up and get back to work.

But you halted when she placed a hand on your knee just as you were about to move. You sat back down and watched as that hand was removed from your leg to reach for the crimson wine glass that had been sitting on the end table. You watched attentively, maybe a little too much so, how her red lips cupped the edge of the glass and gracefully drank the deep red wine.

As she lowered the glass her eyes once again landed on you. ‘’Aren’t you a curious little pet?’’ She remarked. She held the wine glass up to you. ‘’Here, take a sip.’'

You jerked back a little, shocked by the offer. You heard from the others that this wine was made by the Lady herself. A family recipe: Sanguis Virginis, it was called. A very expensive and luxurious drink only the rich could afford. To think she would just share it with you made your head toll with a feeling you couldn’t quite place.

‘’My Lady, I have never-‘’

‘’Come, I insist.’’ She cut in, bringing the glass even closer to you.

Not wanting to argue and disrespect her hospitality, you let Lady Dimitrescu put the glass to your lips and you take a sip. There was a devious little smile in the corner of her mouth as you drank. She seemed so pleased with you and the idea made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Or maybe that was just a side effect from the alcohol.

‘’It’s good.’’

That smile again. You couldn't help but feel slightly aroused by the way she was treating you so kindly. Was she like this with all the other maids too? You liked to think you were a little special, at least for today.

Lady Dimitrescu finished the last drop and you quickly took the glass off her hands to put it back on the table. ‘’So, what’s the secret ingredient?’’

Her eyes snapped back at you, narrowing. ‘’Secret ingredient?’’

‘’I mean it’s a family recipe, isn’t it? It must have something special.’’

She let out a little laugh, almost relieved. ‘’Well, if I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret anymore, now would it?’’

You laugh with her. ‘’Yeah, I guess not.’’

Your smile and cheerful eyes widen in shock as you feel the sensation of her leather glove grabbing your chin. ‘’I do have one secret I’m willing to share with you, darling.'' Her face is suddenly very close to yours as she holds your head tightly. Your heartbeat rises rapidly as you stare into her mesmerizing golden eyes.

Her gloved thumb slowly traces the line of your lip, feeling it tremble under her touch.

What… what was happening?

You were seriously wondering what the Mistress was thinking at this exact moment. No matter how hard you tried to understand what was behind those lusting, hungry eyes, you didn't dare make a conclusion. All this time, had she secretly been noticing you? When you stared after her when she walked by, how you lingered around whenever you were in the same room as her, trying to appear busy. Did she see? Did she realize the feelings that built up inside you the past three weeks?

She must have, why else would she take this opportunity when the two of you were alone?

It was wrong, so very wrong. And you knew it too. A relationship between a commoner and a noblewoman would be frowned upon by so many and only you would get the short end of the stick if it became public. But you didn't care right now. All you could think of was slowly moving your lips close to hers, wanting to feel her kiss you and touch your body and-

‘’Don’t move, it will only take a moment.’’

She turned your head to the side and placed her mouth in the crook of your neck. You closed your eyes, waiting to enjoy her soft kisses on your skin. Instead, you felt a sharp pain shoot through your muscles. You inhale sharply through gritted teeth, trying to pull away. But Lady Dimitrescu held you in her strong grip, forcing your head to stay still with only one hand.

You tried to hold back a cry of pain. You could hear her soft breathing and licking and felt how she swirled her tongue around the wound, sucking out the blood. You feel her throat move as she drinks from you, feeding off your energy and claiming you as her property.

After a short while, she finally breaks away. You slouch into the back cushion of the couch, feeling drained and lightheaded. Lady Dimitrescu smiled down on your exhausted form, licking the glistering, fresh blood that remained on her lips.

''You should rest, my dear.'' She placed her hand against your pale face like a lover would. ''Regain your strength and go back to work. Hm?'' She coaxed before letting out a low chuckle and pinching your cheek as she got up from the couch and left the room.

Just like you had back then, you were now sitting on the exact same spot on the couch, staring into nothingness as you relived that moment from last week. Back then, you thought you were afraid. Afraid of her and her sharp teeth that would leech the blood from your skin. But when you returned to your room that night and inspected the bit she marked you with in the mirror, the sigh didn't frighten you. Nor did it disgust you.

And when you accidentally came across her in the hall the next day and she gave you that quick glance before moving on, you felt the same fluttering in your chest that you always had around her.

Was it not fear you felt? But admiration? Even after what she had done to you, were you still feeling that same yearning for her affection and secretly craving the idea she would do it again…?

You jump at the sound of a godfather clock announcing midnight from its location in the hallway. Oh no, you're going to be late. With great haste, you get up from the couch and rush back to the Lady's quarters. In any other circumstances, you didn’t dare to run through the halls in case you would bump into one of the older maids still roaming around at this hour and have them scold you. But at this point, you could classify it as an emergency. Who knew what she was going to do to you if you dared to show up even later than you already are.

You quite literally barge into the bedroom, only to find it devoid of your Lady. With a hand on your heart, you heave a sigh after all the panting. Since she was running late herself, you might as well just wait here for her to return and hope she didn’t notice your lack of presence earlier.

With nothing to do, you carefully go to sit on the edge of Lady Dimitrescu’s bed. It’s covered with the smoothest linen you have ever felt and see-through veils decorate the wooden edge above the bed. These queen size beds were large of origin, but the Mistress’s was even bigger than those. It was no surprise though, where else would she be able to rest her long, elegant legs?

You let yourself fall onto your side, your head landing on one of the pillows. You turn so your nose scrapes against the fabric and you catch a scent that reminds you of sweet wine. Most likely some of her perfume was still resting on it as well.

What was wrong with you? Did you really still fancy her this much, that you went around her room smelling her stuff? Even after what had happened at the library… How could you be in love with a woman like her? She had drunk your blood for crying out loud!

Yet here you were, unafraid and eager for her to come back as soon as possible. No matter how disturbing her actions to you were, you just couldn’t get yourself to hate her.

Your mind wanders in contemplation as you bury your face deeper into the pillow.

You shoot up straight at the sound of the door opening. As you sit nervously on the bed, Lady Dimitrescu enters the room. She didn’t even notice you until she got to stand up straight. But when she did, a wide smile touched her blood-red lips. ‘’I see you’re on time.’’

‘’Of course my Lady.’’ You say as go to stand up. But Lady Dimitrescu holds up a finger.

‘’Atata. Sit.’’

You obey the Mistress’s command and sit back down. She uses your even lower position to walk up to you, slowly and intimidating, her hips swaying skillfully. You once again feel your cheeks burning up and for once Lady Dimitrescu acknowledges it by bending down and pressing a finger under your chin to force you to look up at her. ‘’Such beautiful color. I’ve been waiting to get another taste of you, my little pet.’’

You say nothing as you try to control the eagerness in your own body. You’re certain now that the tightness in your chest isn’t fear, it’s lust.

You look her in the eye as you respond. ‘’Then drink, my Lady.’’

That’s all she wanted to hear from you.

She takes a seat next to you on the bed. The covers fold down as her weight pushes into the mattress. Her eyes don’t leave your face for a second as she brushes a lock of your hair to the side to reveal your smooth neck. You’re sitting right up against her thigh, her large body pressed against you from behind.

‘’Don’t be afraid. I’ll be gentle.’’

‘’I’m not afraid.’’

You let her grab your jaw and tilt it up, the perfect angle to allow her to bend forward and sink her teeth into your flesh once again. You close your eyes tightly and try to ignore the pain. The edges of the wound burn as she sucks out your blood, feeling your pulse quicken from the adrenaline.

Once she had a good taste, she soothes the spot with her tongue, nipping softly at it with her lips.

‘’Ow.’’ You can’t help but murmur out the word. It hurt so bad but felt so great at the same time. Just the thought you were pleasing your beloved Lady with this made it bearable and sent a tingling feeling down to the spot between your legs.

A small moan escapes your lips as one of Lady Dimitrescu’s gloved hands cups one of your breasts, her arm leaning over your shoulder to do so. She gives an amused chuckle against your neck before making another bite below your ear. You squirm a little from the tingling sensation, but the way she moved her hand across your chest until it was under your clothes was enough to distract you.

''Your taste is so divine, my darling.'' Her hand goes around in a slow circle, the leather creaking against your skin. You lean into her touch, letting her know how strong your desire is.

Suddenly she stops with her feeding and pulls back to look at you. You stare back, your eyelids half closed as you sway into a mind-numbing haze. ‘’You’ll be my special little pet.’’

''I am whatever you want me to be, my Lady.'' You respond, to which she kisses you. You completely lose your breath to her as her fangs scrape against your lips and her tongue pushes inside your mouth. While you're completely in her control she uses her hands to skillfully unclothe you. Your maid outfit ends up somewhere on the floor, along with the rest of your clothes that soon follows.

Lady Dimitrescu lets you take breaths between the kiss and uses that to bite down on your lower lip when you least expect it. You cry out, which gets silenced inside her mouth. You can taste your own blood as well as her tongue eagerly licking it away.

‘’Ssshh. It’s alright.’’ She comforts. She lets you lean further into her until you’ve practically crawled up into her lap. You hadn’t noticed she ungloved her hands until you could feel one of them finding its way up your thigh. You open your legs for her, permitting that cold hand to caress your insides. Not that she would've waited for your permission. You were her new play-thing, a worthless little pet whose only purpose was feeding and pleasing her Mistress.

As soon as her abled finger pressed against your clit, you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. And when another finger entered inside of you, you had to let out a euphoric moan. Her other hand which had been resting against your throat was clasped over your mouth, her bright eyes inspecting you closely.

‘’Hush girl. Do you want the entire castle to hear you?’’

Your clouded mind can just about reason she’s only saying that to tease you. Lady Dimitrescu had not bothered to lock the door or to really silence your vocals. She didn’t care if anyone would hear or see. She was merely claiming what was hers.

‘’Lady Alcina.’’ You whisper.

‘’Lady Dimitrescu.’’ She corrected you firmly, squeezing that hand around your throat warningly. You weren’t in a place to forget your manners, not even while wrapped up and pleasured by her hands.

You want to say it right this time, but all you manage to choke out is how close you are: ‘’I’m gonna- ah.‘’

She pressed into you harder, enjoying your inability to do anything but surrender to her. She leans down to whisper in your ear. ‘’Then let it.’’

You moan and squirm and your legs shake as you hit a climax. Just as it ends and the feeling starts to ebb away, you let yourself fall down into her arms. Lady Dimitrescu looks upon you with content as she gently brushes away the hair that sticks against the sides of your face. As you regain back some energy you stare back up at her, your exposed chest still moving up and down from the heavy breathing.

‘’You’re beautiful.’’

She pauses. She looks surprised for a fleeting moment before her face turns soft and she continues to stroke your face. ‘’Stand up, my pet.’’

You’re not sure if you’ll be able to, but you are not going to try and defy your Mistress now. On shaking legs you stand up in front of her, still not even close to reaching her height even when she’s sitting down.

‘’Kneel.’’

You do as she commands and drop onto your knees. Lady Dimitrescu rolls up her dress to reveal her smooth legs underneath. With her other hand, she tightly grabs hold of your messy hair. ''You know what I like, girl.''

You take two shaky breaths as if to prepare yourself until Lady Dimitrescu no longer allows you to hesitate and pushes your head forward. It’s hot under her dress and it was no easy task to remove her lacy undergarments. But you don’t get the time to contemplate it as she forcefully brings your mouth between her legs. Unexperienced but eager to make her feel good, you let your tongue wet her insides. You can hear her breath quicken and a moan escape from deep within her throat. The sound is exciting and you work even harder so you could hear her make those noises again.

It doesn’t take long until you can taste her wetness. And just as you’re about to savor it on your tongue, she pulls you back with a yank at your hair. You give a short yelp, both from pain and alarm. But as soon as you emerge from under her dress, you can see your Lady looks pleased with you.

But you doubt she’s far from done with you.

She pulls you back up by your wrists and you let her guide you. She runs a finger over your still bleeding lip and brings the blood to her mouth. Somewhere in your conscious state of mind, for the first time, you fully realize that your Lady was far from human, but you can't get yourself to care.

Especially not when she pulled down her dress to reveal her beautiful breasts. You could sense the need she still had. You still had a lot of to work to do before your Mistress would be completely satisfied.

Without her ordering you to do so, you lean forward and place your mouth around one of her nipples. She doesn’t protest you taking your own lead and instead tilted her head back which evoked another moan she desperately tries to keep in.

After a short while, she can’t seem to keep herself up on her arms. So instead, you move down with her onto the bed, not parting your lips from her chest. You continue to suckle on her nipple like a little kitten and Lady Dimitrescu digs her fingers through your hair. ‘’Good girl.’’

You would never have thought you would get to top a Lady like Alcina in your life. Ever. But you assumed that if it were to be the other way around, she would probably just end up crushing you. And although that didn’t seem like a bad way to go, you wouldn’t want to have to miss more of this in the future.

And despite who was on top, it was still clear who was in charge as she carved her clawed nails into your back, leaving red streaks across your skin. With every bite and every cut, she was marking you more and more as hers. It hurt a lot, but over time you would learn to love it.

As if by instinct you moved on to simply griding against her, your hips having trouble to find balance around her tall form. But you made due and judging by the toothy grin from your Mistress and her quick breaths, she was enjoying it almost as much as you were.

When she arched her back into you and you heard her godly voice, you couldn't hold yourself in any longer. You breathe out all the air in your lungs as you let yourself orgasm for the second time that night. And your timing was perfect as you could feel a similar warmth pool from between Lady Dimitrescu’s legs.

‘’I seem to have dirtied you dress.’’ You say jokingly. But as you look down, you noticed the covers as well. ‘’And the bed, I’m afraid.’’

‘’No matter. Leave it be. Just make sure you clean it thoroughly in the morning.’’

You give a nod as you climb off your Mistress. She doesn’t move much, only lying there to fully enjoy the white-haze sensation that came after. You take she would like to sleep about now and go to gather your scattered clothes from the floor. How you were going to sneak back into the sleeping quarters without letting the other maids notice, you weren’t sure. But that would be a problem for later.

‘’Where do you think you’re going?’’

You freeze, standing naked in the middle of the room with your clothes clutched under your arm. ‘’To leave you to rest. I assumed you wanted to go to sleep.’’

‘’But I never told you to get up, now did I?’’

You think that over for a moment. You can’t recall that she did, but if she didn’t want you to leave then what could she possibly still want from you?

Your questions are answered when she lifts the covers beside her and lets you crawl under them. She had already closed her eyes by the time you got comfortable but still searched for your neck to give your bruised skin a feather-soft kiss.

You only smile and nuzzle into her chest.

If this was what you would get for the rest of your life, you really didn’t mind.

 Author’s Note:

Well, I did it. This is my first time writing something like this and I sincerely hope it's good. There has been a serious amount people wanting some more Lady D x Reader fics (myself included) so I thought to just go ahead and make my own.

I love Alcina Dimitrescu's character ever since I got the game and I knew right from the getgo I was gonna have to write about her. I'm planning on making a wholesome fic of her and her daughters (and the rest of the fam) as well, but I needed to get this out first.

I hope you, my dear reader, really 'enjoyed' this. ;)

Much love,

Pie~

This story and title are based on an artwork by @classyfruit where Lady Dimitrescu comments on the divine taste of your blood. I suggest you go check out their art, it's amazing.

In case you're wondering what happened to our dear little maiden. I like to think she got to spend a few more heavenly nights with Lady Dimitrescu before she turned her into the best bottle of Sanguis Virgins she has ever made. She still has it unopened in her castle to this day, keeping it for a special occasion.

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