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the-blind-assassin-12 · 4 years

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in the arms of the ocean- four

A/N: Oh hi there, don’t mind me just casually dropping off this new chapter at 1 am as if that were a normal thing to do... actually... it kind of fits for this one. you’ll see why. Anywho, this part is a little different. It only focuses on two time periods as opposed to the normal three, and we finally get to see Reader’s POV on some things!

Word Count: 4,187

Warnings: death, trauma

Present Day

NO!

Your mind screamed the word as though it was the only one it held. Beneath the surface, the water was a brackish, murky brown, and the salinity stung your eyes as it churned around you. But you kept them wide open and trained on him, refusing to blink out of fear that if you did, you’d lose him to the frigid fathoms forever. He seemed just as reluctant to take his eyes off of you, just as afraid of what closing them might mean- that any second could be his last, or yours, and he wouldn’t waste that second blinking.

No! No. I won’t let that happen. I have to get to him.

The current was stronger than you’d ever felt, angry and deliberate as it tried to drag you further away from Caspian. You fought to free yourself from the pull, arms slicing and legs kicking as hard as you could. Ignoring the burn in your chest reminding you that it had almost been too long since your last breath, you thought only about reaching him before it was too late. Just as you swam close enough to see him clearly through the muck of the swirling sea though, your eyes widened even further as you watched thick, algae covered ropes snake up and around his wrists and ankles.

Caspian, no!

He thrashed against his bonds as they wound around his limbs, but the more he tried to shake them loose, the more tightly they twisted. You knew that you had to cut him free, and you knew that you had to do it quickly. Reaching down into your boot with your right hand, you pulled out a small knife, your left hand cutting through the water to find his. Fingers linking together, you squeezed his hand, and to your relief you saw some of the terror vanish from his eyes. Despite the way your chest was begging you for air, you let go some of your own fear and began sawing at the rope around his wrist with your blade. You always kept it sharp, so it took only a few passes to sever the woven strands, and your heart thumped joyfully as his freed hand immediately found your face.

Caspian… It’ll be alright. I Just have to…

You squeezed his hand once more and then tore it away, turning to his other arm. Repeating the same method you’d used before, you laced your fingers with his, and began to cut the tethers. But as soon as his second hand was free and he tried to reach out to touch you again, he was jerked backwards before he could make contact, the ropes you’d just cut wrapped back around his wrist as though they’d never been damaged at all. Surprise overtook him and he shouted out loud, and though you couldn’t make out the sound, you were certain that the stream of air bubbles rushing from his lips was the shout of your name.

No. No, no, no!

You knew that Caspian could hold his breath for longer than most men, but you also knew that he was dangerously close to his limit even before he called out to you. Frantically, you began working at the bonds around his ankles, hoping that you could somehow move more quickly than the enchanted ropes could knit themselves back together. But even as you moved from his right leg to his left, you could see the ropes slithering through the murky water like eels to encircle his ankle once more.

Hopelessness began to take root in your heart, and it ached worse than your burning lungs as you realized you couldn’t save him; that he would die and that there was nothing you could do about it. You released the knife, useless to you now, and let it drop down to its new home on the ocean’s floor. The only thing left to do was to be near him, to hold him one last time so that he knew that he wasn’t alone, that he was loved. He continued to try to free himself, if only just to touch you, body writhing this way and that, but his movements became weaker and less determined with each passing second. As you wrapped him in your arms, you felt him slow, his breath choking it’s way out, until finally he was still and heavy.

“NO!”

A despair that you had never experienced sliced at your soul as you felt the emptiness and the silence where his heartbeat should have knocked against yours, and you let out a cry that emptied your lungs of oxygen. The burning ceased as you involuntarily inhaled a breath of salt water, but instead of sputtering and drowning, you breathed freely, gulping and sobbing in grief.

“Caspian,” you couldn’t understand why you were able to breathe and speak underwater, but it didn’t matter. He was gone, and all you had were the icy waves. “I’m sorry.”

The ropes that were still wound around his limbs began to sink, pulling him down to the floor and out of your grasp, and as you watched him fade into the darkness, your gaze fell upon your own lower-half. Despite the gaping hole in your heart, your eyes widened in shock as they took in iridescent purple fins where your feet should be, delicately fanning out like lace in the current, your legs replaced by a tail covered in scales of the same striking shade. Before you could scream or cry or panic, a familiar voice filled your ear, the words you’d never forget echoing softly around you.

“Close to you I’ll always be to keep you safe upon the sea.”

Mother? You absently touched the star-shaped pin in your hair as your tear-tired eyes strained, trying to cut through the dark water, searching for Sereia. But instead of the mother you hadn’t seen in twenty five years, you were met with a glowing green pair of eyes and the end of a sharp trident that the green-eyed being was thrusting in your face.

“Choose.” It hissed, moving closer to you, close enough that you could make out its pallid, nearly translucent skin. “You must choose who will be saved.” Snarling, it rushed at you, the sharp points of the trident aimed at your eyes as you screamed…

A strong pair of hands gripped your biceps as another voice registered in your ear, this one closer, and concerned. “Shh, it’s alright. Breathe, you’re alright.”

Caspian! Your eyes flew open and found his immediately, even in the dim light of the single lantern that lit his cabin. The Dawn Treader. We’re aboard...we’re docked at Isle Lorley and…He’s safe. You blinked furiously, as though trying to confirm your surroundings. I was sleeping...dreaming. You looked over Caspian’s shoulder, eyes darting to the hammock hanging in the corner, blankets strewn on the floor and the colorful pillows overturned. You realized that he’d been asleep, too, and that he’d sprung awake, hurrying to get to you at the first sign of your distress. Breaths coming in gasps and pants, you tried to swallow the fear you’d felt while you slept. But he was… You shuddered, knowing that it was something that would stick with you for some time.

He sighed your name as you returned your eyes to his, relieved that you were finally awake. “It was just a dream,” he told you, running his hands up and down your arms as you fell shaking into his chest. “You’re alright,” he murmured, lips burying in your hair to press a kiss to the crown of your head. You felt his warm breath on your scalp, heard his heart beating steadily in your ear, but still your eyes welled with tears to dampen the collar of his nightshirt. “You’re safe, I’m right here,” he whispered. “I’ll always be right here.”

“No. It wasn’t me…” You whimpered the words between quiet sobs. “It was you, Caspian.” Muffled by material and watered down by tears, you knew that he couldn’t hear you clearly, but the words kept tumbling out. “It was you…”

“What did you..? I can’t…” He kissed your hair again and you felt a few strands get caught in his beard. “Can’t hear you, just…” One hand came up to cradle the back of your head as he held you. “Just breathe, please, it’s alright.”

Your sharp breaths burned your throat, chest shuddering as you let the pain you felt in your dream pour out of you. You were vaguely aware of a rough knock on the cabin door followed by Drinian’s voice. “Your Majesty? Is everything..”

Caspian’s lips were by your ear to drown out the rest of Drinian’s worried call. “I have to let him know we’re okay.” Of course. He kissed the skin behind your earlobe as you nodded. “I’ll be right back,” he promised, dragging his knuckle under your eye to rid your cheek of a stray tear.

You watched him cross his quarters in two long strides, pulling your knees to your chest and hugging your shins. If you hadn’t been so terrified, so convinced that you had just watched the man that you love die in your arms, you’d be embarrassed at the fact that your nightmare had caused you to scream so loudly that the Captain must have assumed you or the King were under attack. Nightmares were uncommon for you, though, and this one had been powerful. Your chest felt tight and sore as you tried to calm yourself, and you knew that you wouldn’t completely calm down until Caspian’s arms were around you again. He looked back over his shoulder at you as he spoke to Drinian, convincing the man that it had only been a dream and that the two of you were not in any danger. You heard Caspian’s closest friend sigh in relief, and soon enough the door was clicking closed and you felt the mattress dip as he came back to your side.

“Drinian is a good man.” Caspian moved to lean against the headboard, then reached for your waist to pull you into him. “He heard you and,” you circled your arms around him and he reciprocated the hold, pressing his lips to your temple. “He needed to make sure you were safe, that we were.” You nodded again, still unable to find words. Your breathing was still shaking your body, but it wasn’t as rapid and shallow. It was easier when you could feel him; strong and warm and real. “I told him it was just a dream.”

Just a dream? It was by far the worst thing your subconscious had ever conjured, and you shuddered again as the icy remnants of the fear your mind had put you through raced down your spine. You had no idea where the nightmare had come from. The two of you had spent the day celebrating your engagement with your father, the revelry spilling out of the small house and onto the beach to include the entire crew of the Dawn Treader. Vash had shared his casks of berry wine, fueling the merriment as Grivez and Timmin fueled a large bonfire out of driftwood. Cheepimeek, who had had his fill of the deep purple drink, heartily spilling as much from his thimble as he swallowed, was regaling your father with the tale of his first voyage for the third time that evening. Takos had even joined Ropen in playing music, the Minotaur proving to be quite the virtuoso with a lyre despite his large hooves and somewhat oafish demeanor. You had danced with Caspian, your bare feet slipping through the sand as he twirled you under his arm, both of you laughing as you collided and collapsed. It was a perfect night...why did I… where did this come from?

After a few more minutes had passed and you’d relaxed your body against his, Caspian’s calm but concerned voice was in your ear again. “Do you…” He adjusted his hold on you, moving his arm so that he could see your tear-streaked face. You peered up at him and he frowned, his brown eyes weighted with worry. “Can you tell me what happened? In your dream?” I can but… You closed your eyes for a beat as he continued. “You were screaming and I…” Your eyes opened in time to see his head shake. “Please, tell me what happened.”

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One Year Ago

“So,” Caspian glanced side-long at the three ships that were docked, their masts rising high above the cobalt waves, and then let his eyes wander to the other masts just slightly up the beach; the ones that he didn’t see when they first came ashore. “Are you going to tell me what happened there?” He gestured to the cracked posts and shattered pieces that lay scattered along the shoreline, some poking out of the sand at odd angles as the surf surged around them. “Were those all ship-”

“Shipwrecks,” you finished the word with a nod as you led him back out of the small house and towards the larger workshop. Your nonchalance was a shock to Caspian. She says that like they’re commonplace. “You were luckier than most, Caspian the Tenth. You only split one crossbeam, and all of the Dawn Treader’s masts are intact.”

Despite the warm breeze, a chill trickled down his back. Luckier than most… we almost- he shook his head and looked away from the bones of those less fortunate vessels, and back at you as you continued.

“Sure, you’ll need new sails, and we’re making some adjustments to the beams,” you ticked those things off on your fingers as you spoke. “But the shipbuilders who built your ship?” Your forehead creased and you looked straight into his eyes, a serious, almost melancholy tinge to yours that caught him off guard. “If they hadn’t done such good work… In a storm like that one, lives could have been lost.”

I know. He winced, the faces of every crewman flashing through his mind before another realization dawned on him. If she’s seen multiple shipwrecks… Caspian counted the remains of at least six ships of varying sizes. Then she’s seen…

“We save more than we don’t.” Your voice was quiet beneath the rush of the waves, but he heard you clearly and he snapped his attention back to you. She’s seen sailors die. “The men aboard the ships we-” you swallowed, eyes darting out to the ocean and then quickly back to his. “We try to save them all, but sometimes we...can’t.” You sighed and looked quietly out at the water.

Caspian felt a weight drop into the bottom of his heart. He knew how it felt to carry what you spoke about, and he wished you didn’t have to. But he also knew that the odds were next to impossible that every soul would be saved in a bad wreck. And those were bad. Before he could think, he reached over and placed his hand on your arm just as you had done earlier. Oh. But he didn’t pull away, hoping that he was able to give you even a fraction of the comfort that you had provided him. You both looked down at where his long fingers curled around the back of your bicep, his thumb falling into the crook of your elbow. “You try to, though. And that’s what matters most.” He gave a small squeeze before letting his hand drop, and you watched it fall to his side before looking back up at him. You save so many lives, keep so many families whole. “You try to do as much good as possible.”

You smiled then, a warm surprise softening your eyes. “Thank you, Caspian.” You nodded. “We do try, very hard.”

Suddenly, Caspian was overcome with curiosity and simply couldn’t keep from asking the question that had started burning in his brain the moment he met you. “I-” He paused, tongue slipping out to wet his lips as he tilted his head to the side. “I don’t... quite understand,” though tempted to look back out over the skeletal remains of the ships that had run ashore, he kept his eyes on you instead. “How have there been so many…” he shook his head, your name shaking loose with it. “What is this place?”

Your eyes narrowed and he watched a lump move in your throat as you swallowed again, and Caspian worried that he’d offended you with the way that his question came out. I shouldn’t have asked like that, I just- But you didn’t let his worry hang in the air, your voice cutting off his thoughts. “Isle Loreley is…” chewing your bottom lip, you turned your face towards the cloudless sky. “Think of it as a safe harbor, one that could...appear, when a ship most needed one.”

Magic. Caspian was no stranger to things that were not so easily explained. He’d met with wizards and magicians, seen curses and spells both cast and lifted. He’d sailed to the edge of sea, defeated witches and fought alongside Narnia’s kings and queens that had been sent from other realms. He knew of magic, and it never ceased to amaze him. So that’s why it isn’t on any map… that’s why she doesn’t acknowledge Narnia as her home or me as her King. “The island...what, moves?”

You sighed with a shrug. “I know how it sounds and...I’ll admit that I can’t explain it all, but to put it simply? Yes.”

To put it simply? “And...do so many ships really…” He trailed off, the answer obvious.

“The sea is… it contains great power, Caspian.” You shook your head and the sunlight caught the pearls dangling from the starfish hairpin that held your hair back. “Isle Loreley represents some of the good, but not all of the ocean’s intent is pure. We…” You motioned for him to follow you, seemingly unwilling to stand in full view of the broken masts, as you continued on towards the workshop doors. “We do our best to try to balance the tide of...ill intent.”

“You’re heroes.” He followed just a step behind you, as eager as you were to be clear of the sight. “You-”

You turned then, and he nearly collided with you. Staggering back, he blinked in surprise, but you didn’t flinch. “Not heroes, Caspian. Just...doing our best.” Eyes flicking over his shoulder to the lapping of the surf, they returned to his face. “There are heroes in this world. Ones that make sacrifices so that others can be...can…” You sighed again. “There are heroes. We aren’t.”

You are to us… Before his frown could cut too deeply into his face, you changed the subject, spinning back around in time to open the workshop’s large wooden door. “But we’re here to talk about sails, aren’t we?”

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Present Day

Caspian tried to keep the worry from his voice because more than anything, he wanted to offer you comfort. He’d never seen you so frightened. Reluctant to talk about certain things when first you met, sure. But since you’d made Cair Paravel your home and certainly since the two of you had started to become close shortly thereafter, he’d never known you to be afraid. I’ve never heard her scream like that. He stroked your hair, hand trailing down to your back and silently hoped he’d never have to again. Just as he wondered if you hadn’t heard what he’d asked, you started to answer.

“I couldn’t-“ another sharp inhale cut your words short. Beneath his palm, Caspian could feel your lungs fighting to find a natural rhythm. His frown deepened but his touch never faltered, and after a few more passes of his hand up and down your spine, you took a much more even breath and continued. “I couldn’t save you, Caspian. I-“ Your fingers curled more tightly, bunching up the fabric of his nightshirt, and he responded by tightening his hold on you as well. “There were ropes, winding around your arms and legs and,” you pulled away from his shoulder then, wiping at your eyes before training them on his. “And I tried to cut you free, but every time I cut through one, another would appear, even more tight, and,” you brought the hand that you’d just swept under your eyes with to his face, fingertips still damp with your tears. “And then you were dragged down, and I couldn’t...I just...I had to watch you d-” But you couldn’t finish the word, shaking your head and tucking yourself against his body again.

He hadn’t stopped his soothing touch, even though he himself felt far from soothed. Burying his lips in your hair, Caspian pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “Shh,” he hushed you, not sure of what else to say. “I’m right here. I’m alright, and you’re safe and no one is going to hurt us.” I won’t let it happen… He looked down at the way you were curled close to him, and though you looked small and fragile, he knew otherwise. You won’t let it happen either.

“That wasn’t all,” he felt your breath against the skin at the opening of his collar as you spoke. “In my dream I... I heard my mother’s voice and I never…” You sat up then, turning to lean back against him. He immediately switched the position of his arm, wrapping it around your shoulder and coming around your front as you settled into his chest. “I never dream of her, Caspain. I never hear her. I… you know her words as well as I do now, but I never hear her…”

His free hand ran up and down your arm and your side, the soothing touch and the low, flickering light and the gentle rock of the boat beneath you starting to finally lull you back away from your fear. He wanted to know more about your mother, but he never knew how to ask. She doesn’t know much about her either, he’d tell himself, not wanting to bring up the fact that she was taken from your life so long ago; that you’d spent most of your life without the woman. But she’s going to be my wife, my Queen, and I need...I want to know these things about her. “What do you-” he swallowed, fingers freezing midway up your arm before spreading out to cover your bicep with his palm. Squeezing gently he turned to press a soft kiss to your temple. “Will you tell me what you remember? About her?”

You inhaled through your nose, your closed eyelids wrinkling as you clamped them more tightly shut before releasing the breath in a rush of air through your lips. I know. He winced, wishing he hadn’t had to ask, that somehow he could just know, without having to make you relive it. I know, you don’t want to talk about it but I-

“I don’t remember much, Caspian, I was only three when she...when…” With a sigh, you leaned into him, your back pressed against his chest and your head resting on his shoulder. He hadn’t moved his lips from your hair, and he kissed you again, whispering your name and resuming the motion of his fingertips over your skin. “I…” You flipped the hand that was resting in your lap and Caspian filled it with his free one, knuckles sliding between yours. “Laughing. I remember laughing with her. All the time.”

Though he still felt unsettled to know that your nightmare had been so realistic and frightening, the way that your voice changed when you spoke about the few happy memories you held onto with her made him smile. He slid down so that he could rest against the pillows, pulling you with him. You made to say something, likely questioning whether he was sure about falling asleep in the same bed, but he dragged the tip of his nose around to your cheek before kissing away the last of your tears. “Shh,” he said sleepily, still pulling you down to lay with him in the small bed. “I’m sure.” He kissed you again as you found your position, waiting until you were comfortable before speaking again. “What else do you remember?”

Far outside the small windows of the cabin, leagues and fathoms away, the ocean churned. Cold currents clashed with warmer ones, icing them down and turning them tumultuous as storm clouds gathered above them. The night sky hid the way that the water changed from deep blue to harsh gray, and the rumble of thunder was so low and so far away from any pair of human ears that it might as well not have happened at all. But it did, and so did the flash of lightning that cracked right on it’s heels, illuminating the swirls of greenish tendrils stirring up the sea.

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chao-thicc-hcs · 2 years

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goddam is there a alternative happy end to that fic cause what the hell 💀

Yes, yes there is, anon

Alternative /happy/ ending to; ''You will be better off without me.''

; Where Mikey actually realizes your worth. He finally understands what an ass he was, and is ready to change for the better because you deserve it. Especially after everything... ;

genre: a lil sprinkle of angst, followed with comfort and a happy ending

tw!!: gn!reader, depression, reader almost fainting, mentions of blood

''Mikey was gone for hours. More than usual. You were trembling like a leaf under the layers of thick blankets. It was cold, even colder without Mikey. You were worried, overthinking how something bad might've happened. Little sobs began to come out, until you heard the door unlock. Dumb you.. even after all this time you still care for him. You jumped and went to check. It was Mikey. You felt an immense weight suddenly fade away from your chest when he appeared without any wounds or blood.'' ............. - Mikey... will you at least say something back..? .............. It hurt like hell, it was even more painful than walking on glass. - What? Oops, you didn't expect him to answer at all, awkward... you didn't know what to say. Your mind was blank. There was a huge lump in your throat. His dark, cold eyes piercing your soul didn't make things any better. You averted your gaze and tried not to cry. Your voice was still trembling, you felt chills, but gathered up the courage to speak. - H-how was work..? I was worried...

- Oh, it was fine, we had more work than usual, no need to tremble over me. You know I can obliterate someone who dares to touch me in a mere second. - he retorted as he started rummaging in the shelves, searching for something. He blurted out a longer sentence?? This was probably his longest one in months, and you were starting to sweat, not used to this your mind was a mess. The crude and manipulative Mikey was nowhere to be found. His eyes were.... comforting? It was supposed to be relieving, but it was even worse. You were overthinking on the spot, not aware of the position you were in. Hands intertwined together, you looking away, your legs trembling, it was Mikey's voice that made you snap out of your mind. - Something on your mind? - he asked in a soft tone as he threw himself on the couch with a bag of chips and a can of soda. Why did he care? Wait, no, no, why was his tone so meek?? No, pull yourself together Y/n, he is just using you, he is trying to work his way out by sweet-talking you, you were going to be hurt at the end once again because you were that easily fooled. You shouldn't let yourself fall for his tricks again. - No, honey. - you said, too worn out to even express what you thought at the moment. You just wanted to bury yourself in blankets and cry until your eyes are sore enough so you can fall asleep. His soft reaction fucked with your mind and you were a cocktail of feelings.

Should you just tell him how you really feel and cut all ties with him..? Mikey hated, despised even to be lied to. Somehow he could sense you were lying. But usually, he would shrug and brush it off, this time...it was - different. He stood up and approached you, with a slow gait, staring directly into your eyes. Your heart started palpitating, you were sweating profusely. You were preparing to be hit or just humiliated, or maybe even... killed. But, no? Mikey lightly put his hand on your shoulder, removing the damp from sweat hair from your face. ''It was so damn confusing, Mikey, you inferior asshole!'' - you thought to yourself but you can't deny you were happy that he is being his normal self, that he is acknowledging you as a human being... His other hand reached to caress your cheek, as much as you liked it, this fucked up your mind even more. You wanted him, but dang it... you were not used to this, you have long forgotten what was like to be loved like this, to be shown affection, to be treated like you were made of the finest porcelain. You were already overflowing with repressed emotions, and this was the tip of the iceberg. This deteriorated everything. Just as his hand was about to touch your face, all the memories flashed before you.

- The countless times he hurt you like that, the times when he could take advantage of you with the same scheme over and over again, the times when you were stupid enough to trust him. You knew you will end up crying over this bastard, wanting more of him, yearning for his touch, and this made you hate yourself even more. You knew that you shouldn't trust him. You shouldn't let yourself fall into his traps any longer. - Your eyes rapidly opened and you slapped his hand away from you, the rage, the despair, the confusion, it was all too much. - Don't you dare touch me you piece of shit! HOW DARE YOU BE SO NICE TOWARDS ME WHEN ALL THIS TIME I WAS NOTHING BUT A MERE TOY FOR YOU. A GARBAGE BIN FOR YOUR MENTALLY UNSTABLE SELF. I WAS NOTHING TO YOU. DO YOU THINK I WILL FALL FOR THIS SAME OLD SHIT AGAIN? The sudden pressure mixed with your starvation caused you to fall down from exhaustion, but there was still some ember in you. The words continued getting out of your mouth, while Mikey stood there, eyes and mouth wide open, he never expected this as well. - I fucking loved you. I was here for you when nobody else was, I was your support, I was taking care of your wounds, I was wiping away your tears! - you could feel yourself getting out of breath, all of this being poured at once affected you brutally - I always had hope that you will change, but you always betrayed me, and I still gave you chance after chance... and you chose to pay attention to those who will never acknowledge you the same way I did, those who will never have faith in you the same way I did, those who tend to leave you after the most minor of inconveniences! All I wanted was a decent demeanor towards me... Everything was blurry, you held yourself conscious, just so you could witness Mikey's reaction. He knew it all along. - I... - he was too stunned to speak, his voice lowering into a slight whisper - I knew I was like that, I KNEW I NEVER DESERVED YOU!

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''- Mikey, you nincompoop! Don't you see she loves you! She is still by your side despite you treating her like a ragdoll! COME TO YOUR FUCKING SENSES AND FIX YOURSELF IF YOU DON'T WANT TO END UP BURIED IN A PILE OF SHIT, LONELY BECAUSE YOU CAN'T EVEN TRUST US HERE IN BONTEN!'' Kakucho's words echoed in the room. He was not the only one who told him this. 90% of his colleagues did, initially, he did not want to listen. But after some time, poor Mikey had realized it too late. All the happy couples he sees every day, how they laugh, do fun antics with each other, go on dates, on vacations, and create memories... he wondered, why can't he have the same happy-go-after life? Was he just born with a black cloud over his head? Mikey was jealous of them, he longed for such a relationship for so long, he even considered kids at this point. He was feeling as if his life was just a mess, that he will never find the right one, without initially realizing how much effort you put into your relationship. And one day it hit him. ''- MIKEY, YOU SMOOTH-BRAINED BITCH. YOU WERE NEGLECTING YOUR ONLY FULLY FAITHFUL, LOVING, CARING PERSON WHO WILL NEVER, EVER GIVE YOU UP. HOW DUMB AND SELFISH CAN YOU BE?! '' It was raining, Mikey was cold, even colder when he realized what he had done, so cold he was standing in one place, letting the rain drench him completely. ''- And you were the one who was complaining that there weren't any faithful people in this world. You were part of them all along, Sano Manjiro.'' He had to gather up the courage and make it up to you. But it will be hard after all this time. He felt so grossed out with himself he refused to look at himself in the mirror. 3 days have passed since then.

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Now it's time. That night he had confidence. Mikey gathered up the courage to bring it up. Well, you were a couple of steps ahead of him. He wanted to cry, but there was no time to feel sorry for himself. You were important. He picked you up bridal style and put you in bed. He knew your blood pressure was low, so he grabbed some coke and gave it to you, plus the chips he took outside of the shelves a few moments before. Seeing you in this state, knowing he was responsible for your suffering, for your depression, he rammed his head in the wall for good 2 minutes, until a little blood began flowing. He then turned around, weak, in pain, hollow. Mikey slumped down next to the bed, timidly. For the first time... he actually felt bad for treating you like shit, his gestures were genuine, he really wanted to hug you and recite a whole poem on how much he is sorry. Mikey was ready to change for you. His feelings started to emerge. - Y/n... I am so, so sorry... - he commenced speaking once he saw you were getting better, face no longer pale - I've been acting hellishly towards you, while you were still holding yourself and kept on forgiving me. I realized my mistake, I want to change. You're the only person who truly loved me even during my darkest days... and I owe you my life for this... I was taking advantage of your kindness and taking you for granted... He was crying, whining as he was speaking. Tears couldn't stop falling down as he still reminded himself of how poorly he treated you. It. hurt. - Now, you're in this state because of me, how can I be such a blind fool? Neglecting my soulmate... You were confused. You didn't want to believe him, but your love for him was still burning deep inside you. Mikey was your weakness. You had the strength to pull him on the bed with you. You hugged him tightly, wrapping your legs around his torso, wrapping yourself like a koala. You were crying, you couldn't let go of him, you adore him. Mikey hugged you tighter, hands caressing your back and nape. - I promise I will change, I swear in Bonten's name! I will be there for you just like you were there for me! Only apologies will not be sufficient. I was a damn fool and I realized it too late. But... I understand if you will not forgive me... you must be exhausted from all those chances you've given me... I will keep on apologizing if needed...- then... he kissed your lips through sobs Both of you were crying your eyes out, hugging and placing soft kisses over your faces. You were still unsure whether he was genuine, but you were more than ready to give him yet another chance. - I know you will change, Sano... I believe in you... - you said as you sobbed Few hours have passed and here you both are, sound asleep. Bodies pressed against each other, warming yourselves, Mikey being the big spoon, tightly hugging you. For the first time, you felt genuinely loved and appreciated... It was a miracle. A moment you yearned for so long... and here it is. You were finally able to sleep without any worries, next to the person you were deeply in love with. ... The morning was gloomy, cloudy, and cold, just the way you both like it. You woke up, but didn't want to leave Mikey's grip, but your bladder was beating you. Gently getting up, you went to the bathroom, did your morning routine, not realizing Mikey was watching you. His feelings finally sparked, he was genuinely in fucking love with you. Watching you just do your thing made him happy, made him smile... he finally realized you were his number 1. Mikey lazily approached you from behind and hugged you while you were drying your face. You yelped at the touch of his cold hands, but smiled right after when he pressed a soft kiss on your cheek.

- Ready for a new start, babe?

a/n; here we are, hope you liked it!

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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this song has been on repeat in my brain and the lyric “feels just like a dream, the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen” reminds me of chifuyu so i wanted to write a lil sum about my sweet boy <333

cw! — all characters mentioned are aged up to 18+. reader is a college student & chifuyu is in toman. black!fem!reader who is thick! fluff and comfort, (self-indulgent bc im feeling a little sad). sort of suggestive but not really. chifuyu is just so in love <33

wc — 1.5k

chifuyu had never felt so glad to hear your voice. recently, your replies in general had been lacking and although he didn’t want to bother you with excessive inquiries in the form of texts and face time calls, each passing day left chifuyu more tense and antsy then the last. he felt like he could finally breathe easier one chilly evening when he felt his phone buzz and saw your name pop up on his screen.

an unstoppable smile curled at his lips at your meek tone, asking him to come over because “i need you here ‘fuyu”. his heart beat was erratic in his lean chest, a fire in the pit of his belly ignited and his limbs began to moved sporadically on their own, in an attempt to get on his motorcycle fast enough.

you needed him? a soft chuckle erupted from his throat. if you could hear his thoughts that were saturated with you, if it was possible to hear just how fast and hard the muscle in his chest was pounding, you’d come to realize it was actually the other way around. baji and takemichi, who were with him at the time, watched chifuyu with confused expressions speed away on his bike mid-conversation, without so much as a ‘see you later’.

he just couldn’t wait to see you, to hold you in his arms, to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck and inhale your natural aroma that he was hopelessly addicted to.

i get to see my pretty girlfriend was a mantra that flooded his mind as he got closer to your apartment complex, as he got in the elevator, as he made it to your floor, and when you greeted him with tired eyes and a loving smile.

gripping the takeout he decided to pick up on the way here, every nerve and vein in his body were overflowing with a giddy excitement, that he’d finally get to fulfill the desires he’s been fantasizing about for the past week. seven days prior was the last time he saw you, and seven days was too long for chifuyu.

it constantly amazed him how you managed to look beautiful with so little effort. on your chest you wore a plain white oversized shirt, his bottom lip becoming caged in between his teeth when his eyes flickered to the gold-plated necklace that sat prettily around your neck, his surname matsuno glimmering right back at him. your thick thighs were hugged by dark grey biker shorts, and your feet clad in white fuzzy socks. your braided, beaded hair —which quickly became chifuyu’s favorite style on you—sat on top of your head in a messy bun.

the blonde’s eyes continued to lazily trail up and down your figure, a wolfish grin appeared on his pretty face when he noticed you avert your gaze from his out of nervousness. even though the two of you have been together for over a year, it still felt like something fresh, something brand new and awkward sometimes, as if the two of you were junior high kids with hopeless crushes on the other. it was filled intertwining pinkies, cheeky expressions, and promises of loving each other unconditionally painting your lips when they were sealed in a kiss.

he swears that you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen, and he’s so lucky to have scored you. he still wasn’t able to wrap his head around the fact that someone as beautiful as you saying that you needed him, someone who has fucked up and is fucked up, someone who’s literally in a criminal gang that’s only grows larger and more notorious, who does dangerous things and deals with dangerous people— if chifuyu hadn’t known any better, he would have thought he was dreaming.

finally, he took a step forward, so that your chests were brushing each other’s. after getting a closer look at you, he saw something despondent swam in your irises and it made his dark brows slightly crease in worry, but he’d leave it alone until you were ready to tell him.

with a tilt of his head and lopsided smile, he greeted you in a tone that sounded sensual and breathless. because you effortlessly took it away, every single time. “hey princess. i got you food, figured you haven’t eaten yet and that you were hungry.”

his kind gesture and lovestruck gaze was enough to make your heart swell and burst, so much that you could cry. this week had been awfully stressful and you missed your boyfriend so much.

“hi ‘fuyu,” you responded in that same small voice you had over the phone. “thank you so much for—AHH! chifuyu?!” you were in the middle of thanking him for going out of his way to buy the food when suddenly you felt your feet leave the floor and arms firmly grasp your waist.

chifuyu had stepped in the doorway and, completely abandoning the food, scooped you up from the backs of your thighs and rested you just above his pelvis. you could feel his toned abdomen through the layers of clothes that separated your skin. reflexively, your legs wrapped his waist to prevent yourself from slipping.

anxiety always bloomed at the bottom of your gut whenever he literally swept you off your feet, constantly fearing that you were too heavy for him, but all that got you was a slap on your ass cheek and a kiss on your neck, him mumbling a “i’ve gotten much stronger baby, relax”. and that was enough to make your stomach erupt in butterflies and subdue your insecurities.

chifuyu went ahead and placed endless kisses on your neck, exposed collar and cheeks, purposely avoiding your lips for whatever reason. probably just to be a damn tease.

“you missed a spot,” you commented quietly. you craved the feel of his soft lips, more than anything right now, and he was just stringing you along because he loved that pretty pout on your lips. he wanted to kiss it out of existence. and he would. over and over again.

with a quiet chuckle, he wordlessly sat you on the counter in your kitchen and let his hands glide themselves from your plush ass, up your curves, your neck, and finally up to your cheeks that were increasing in temperature every passing minute. chifuyu always had this effect on you.

with a sigh of finality, your lips connected with your boyfriend’s, and you immediately seemed to mold with his touch, bodies coming so close they might as well have been one. it started off sweet and gentle, and increasingly became more passionate, wet, pink tongues soon added into the mix, hands rubbing, squeezing and caressing every area of skin they could reach, with yours resting on his shoulders, and his back on your ass, as if they belonged there.

“missed you pretty girl. so much.” he murmured in between wet kisses, unfortunately parting from your lips to transition to the corner of your mouth, then to your jaw, then gradually moving down the column of your neck, on a mission to leave love marks in their wake. the ones from last time have faded away.

a gasp escaped your throat when you felt him nibble on your brown skin, each grazing of his teeth more ardent than the one that came before it. he beamed smugly against the crook of your neck. his hands groped and massaged the flesh of your ass slowly, making you whine lowly and fidget against his hold. he knew how much you liked when he did this.

chifuyu had a one track mind at this point. he was dead set on making up for lost time from the past week by leaving every trace of him along your gorgeous body.

“i missed you more ‘fuyu.” you finally whispered back, threading your fingers within his hair.

after pulled out a few more small gasps from you, he took a small step so he could look you in your eyes again and cup your cheeks. “how you feeling baby? is everything okay?” he told himself he wouldn’t pry, but he just, couldn’t help it when it came to you.

he knew you too well. much too well.

“i—” you paused, trying to find the right words, “this week has just been a lot. you know my midterms were this week, so i’ve just been on a grind trying to prepare for them. i’m just really burnt out and tired.”

chifuyu nodded his head, taking in every word you uttered. “c’mon baby, i got some food and you can tell me all about it. you made it through the week and i’m so proud of you.”

you weren’t sure why, but you felt your eyes get blurry at his praise and reassurance. smiling again, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he picked you up again, going to retrieve the food he had left near the door, before making his way to your living room to dig into the meal that was probably cold by now.

he didn’t even have to hold on to your thighs to support you because of how tightly your arms and legs clung to him. peering down at you he couldn’t help but kiss your cheek again. you were like a big baby sometimes.

but he loved it, and he loved you. you were his big baby.

a/n— this was a little longer than i expected but i just...im a sucker for chifuyu and an even BIGGER sucker for soft scenarios likes this 🥺🥺🥺 i needed this sm. pls excuse any errors if present!

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Hi love!! I know I'm sneaking it in under the wire, but congratulations again on your milestone! You deserve ALL the good things, honeybunch! For your prompt requests can I please get a fluffy something (maybe a lil unrequited-but-really-requited) friends to lovers with our hot daddy Marcus Moreno?? With the prompts:

“Stay. Please.” (prompt list 3) and 79. "I can't get you out of my head" (prompt list 1).

Feel free to get as creative or flexible as you want with this. Love you bb 💜🌿

I love you too bb! I am so in it for one (1) Marcus Moreno! Enjoy!

Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader ; warnings: none

Pedro Character Masterlist

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Dating was hard. Dating was even harder when you’d been out of the game for years. Dating was hardest when you were a single, widowed father who doubled as a superhero.

Yeah, dating was hard for Marcus Moreno.

Even with all the support from you.

“Marcus,” you scoffed at him as you picked up around the kitchen, sighing at the small disaster that had occurred when he had tried to cook. He knew that tone of voice very well, and he took a step back and offered you a sheepish grin. You grabbed a dish towel and threw it at him as you gestured to the mess, “how? How does this even happen? All you did was make pasta and salad!”

“I don’t know!” he insisted meekly. It was true - the man was a walking, talking disaster when it came to anything related to cooking. But he tried, gods knew he tried so hard. He was trying to do good, to be better - his best - for Missy, and himself. And you. You just weren’t exactly privy to that fact just yet. He cleared his throat awkwardly before he got too caught up in his little daydream fantasies, “it just...happened. You don't have to clean it swee- it’s okay. It’s not your mess.”

“It’s alright Marcus,” you promised him as you threw all the trash in the can and set the dishes in the sink to rise, “besides you made dinner and dessert. It’s the least I can do.”

“I burned dessert…” he pouted slightly as you laughed, causing his heart to skip a beat at the magical sound. You watched as he came over and started to load the rinsed dishes into the washer, giving his hip a small bump with your own.

“You tried,” you shot him a quick wink, “that’s what counts. Besides, you had ice cream as a backup to save the day.”

“Luckily,” he agreed, pausing for a moment as he tried to choose his next words carefully, “umm...can I ask you for a huge favor?”

“Anything,” you promised softly as you finished stowing away the leftovers and wiping down the counter, “what’s up?”

“Can you watch Missy tomorrow night?” he asked quietly, almost as if he was embarrassed by his request. You quirked an eyebrow at him before leaning against the counter and offering him a curious expression, “I-I asked my mom but she’s got poker night with her friends. I can order pizza or whatever you want for dinner and-”

“Of course, Marcus,” you interrupted him before he could stammer further, pressing a finger against his lips. If you hadn’t been so caught up in your own feelings, you’d have noticed the ting of pink creeping into his cheeks as he tried not to focus too much on the feel of your touch, “you know she’s my favorite person on the planet, right along with her dad. Just let me know the time and I’ll be here - but I want Thai, including dessert!”

“Whatever you want,” he grinned softly, “you’re such a lifesaver, and I just...I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“I know,” you teased, “what’s the occasion? Another date with Katie?”

“No,” he admitted, as you offered up a look of surprise. You’d met her for all of about five minutes the first time he went out with her as you’d arrived to hang out with Missy. She was nice - pretty, funny, warm and despite the bit of a jealous twinge in your stomach, you could see why Marcus would fall for her. You were surprised to hear that things didn’t work, “she umm...it was fine. It just...I can’t see myself with her, you know?”

“You just gotta test the waters and see how it goes,” you swallowed the lump that had welled up, “you never know until you know. Who’s the lucky lady? If it’s a date - I shouldn’t just assume. Perhaps you’re busy saving the world?”

“I think those days are past me,” he admitted, “we leave that to the kids - with guidance of course. I..yeah it’s a date. Her name’s Stacy.”

“Oh, another first date?” you tried to keep your tone light and teased as he focused on the floor and nodded, “how very lucky she is. Hopefully she knows that and hopefully you’ll have fun! That’s what? The third first date this month? Things are looking up Mr. Moreno!”

“It’s nothing,” he swore as he shook his head, “obviously they’re first dates and they stay first dates. It is what it is.”

“Hey,” you reached over and gave his arm a squeeze, “you’re amazing Marcus, and you deserve the best. One day you’re going to meet another woman that will knock you off your feet. You just have to be patient. What is it that they say? Love is patient, love is kind? Or something like that!”

“Yeah,” he agreed as his heart dropped slightly. If he was a brave man, a bold man, he’d have dropped to his knees and confessed his love for you then and there. He’d have told you that it was you, always you, that you were the only one he wanted. But...he didn’t. Instead he swallowed his pride and his nerves and offered you a nod, “I guess we shall see.”

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But just as Katie had came and went, so did Stacy. And then Maria. And then Stefani. And then…

"Hey," you greeted Marcus as he came in the door, a dejected look on his face. You were sitting on the couch, doing some work on your laptop as you ate some ice cream. It wasn't terribly late, but Missy had already gone to bed, leaving you to your own devices. You'd gone and picked up around the house before settling on the couch, knowing Marcus had had an incredibly busy week.

"Hey," he let out a long sigh, immediately putting his feet on the coffee table. He looked at your laptop before holding his hand in front of the screen, "its late. No more working!"

"I'm multitasking," you insisted with a grin as you held up your ice cream and pointed at the television that was playing reruns of the Office. He tutted anyway and eventually you gave in, closing out your programs before closing your laptop, "fineeeee! So, how was it? Tell me everything!"

"Not much to tell," he shrugged softly as he took off his glasses and tossed them onto the table before pinching the bridge of his nose. You offered him a small smile before holding out the remainder of your ice cream to him. He looked at it as a smile tugged on the corners of his mouth and he took the bowl from your hand, "I don't think there's going to be a second date with her either."

"What? I thought Carla seemed lovely!" you were surprised by what appeared to be another failed date. You had liked her from all the things Marcus had told you about her, and you were positive that she would be the one, "what happened, Marcus?"

"I don't know," he shrugged lightly before taking a big bite of ice cream, "I don't think it was her. I-I think it was me."

"You didn’t like her?"

"I did," he swallowed thickly, feeling his heart rate pick up wildly, and he was positive you could hear it. Why, why, why couldn't he just tell you? Why couldn't he suck it up and open his heart up and confess his feelings? It would have been so easy, "its just...I umm…"

"You don't have to explain it to me," you insisted, reaching over and giving his arm a reassuring squeeze, "if you don't click, you don't click. Patience, my love, patience. There's no rush to get anywhere.

"Listen," he set the bowl down and turned towards, a serious look on his face, "I have to -"

Before he could say anything else your phone started buzzing on the table. You sighed lightly as you saw your boss' name light up the screen. You grimaced before grabbing it and offering him an apologetic look, "I should go and take this. I've got a big presentation tomorrow…"

"Oh yeah," he gave you a meek smile as you grabbed your laptop and bag before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head and promising him you’d text later, "see you…"

You were quietly answering the phone as you rushed out of the house, leaving Marcus sitting there by myself. He let out a long sigh as he leaned back and tried to calm himself. Of course, of course, of course, the one time he'd gathered up some courage, something interrupted him.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Soon he'd finally tell you. He wanted to, desperately so. Every date he went on that wasn't with you just made him realize that he wanted nothing more than you. He wished it had been you on all those dates.

That made him realize he needed to do this. Marcus Moreno was going to make his move - finally.

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And then he didn't.

He just...never seemed to get the timing the right. Every time he finally plucked up the courage to finally say something, he was interrupted. It was like the entirety of the universe was against him.

Eventually, he reluctantly gave in and decided to go on a second date with Carla. It was a combination of things, namely her asking him, but he gave in and said yes. It had killed him a little bit as he'd responded to her text; he'd been out with you and Missy doing some grocery shopping, watching as the two of you tried to pick a cereal (it was time for something other than Great White Bites, Missy had insisted). You'd caught his eye and smiled, but he still sent the text.

Anything to get his mind off of you.

But as soon as her excited response came through, Marcus felt like the worst person. Still - maybe he could make this work...maybe Carla wouldn't be so bad for him.

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It wasn't too late when Marcus came home after his date. He'd thought about texting you to see if you wanted him to bring ice cream, but had decided against it. His mind was made up and set on one thing.

You.

His second date with Carla had taught him that despite how kind, funny, and pretty she was, she would never be the one for him. The one for him had been right in front of his face the whole time and he finally knew what he needed to do.

Even if you rejected him, he had to tell, to get it out in the open once and for all.

When he got home, the house was quiet, with only the soft sound of television signaling that someone was up. You'd left one of the lights in the living room on, creating a soft glow in the quiet space.

Then he spotted you and was left breathless. There you were, curled up on the end of the couch, a warm, thick blanket draped around as you slept. What a pure, innocent sight, and yet - he still felt like his heart was on fire.

Almost as if you sensed some sort of disturbance, you slowly opened your eyes and blinked away the bleariness to find Marcus watching you intently.

"Hi," you smiled lightly as at him, "didn't mean to fall asleep. Long day...Missy's off in bed already."

"Okay," he whispered gently before coming closer to you, "listen, I have to tell you something. And I'm afraid if I don't say it now then I'll never have the courage to do it again."

"Of course," you slowly sat up and gave him the megawatt smile he loved, "but first, tell me how your date was! I bet she was so excited to see you again as she should of course because-"

"I'm in love with you," he cut you off before you could ramble on, surprising the two of you. A warm, wicked flush of red colored his features as he clamped his hand over his mouth and breathed deeply, "I...I didn't mean to quite say it like that. I just...I can't get you out of my head. I realized that every date I had didn't work out for a reason - because they weren't you. I wanted it to be you, and well...I wanted to ask and just never got the nerve."

"Oh," you tried to suppress the smile on your face, but it was futile effort as you watched him closely, "you know you're my best friend, and I supported you going on those dates because you deserve the world, only the best, but to be honest, I'm glad they didn't work out…"

"W-why?" he stammered nervously as his whole body vibrated with energy, humming like wildfire as he anticipated your next response.

"I think you know why…"

"Will you say it...please? I want to hear it...to know I'm not crazy. I can't be the only one feeling this…" the look in his gentle brown eyes was nervous, more so than you had never seen. You threw off the blanket and slowly stood up, taking a few steps closer to him so there was almost no distance between your bodies.

"I'm in love with you too," you promised softly, as a grin broke out on his face, "I have been for a very long time and I was never sure if you felt the same and didn't want to ruin anything…"

Before saying anything else, Marcus reached up and delicately placed his hands on the sides of your face as he studied you. It was long before he moved closer, and then even closer before you finally closed the gap and kissed him softly.

It wasn't some big grandiose thing, rather it was soft and gentle - a longing kiss between two people who had been waiting on this moment for a long time. And it was everything. Marcus kissed you until you were breathless, leaning into his touch and chasing after him. It was just...utterly perfect.

When you broke apart for a breath of air, he pressed his forehead against yours, giving your lips another saccharine little kiss. It felt natural for him to hold you like this, his large hands on your waist as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I should have done this a long time ago,” he whispered softly, to where you could barely hear it and in some ways, you wondered if it was even intended for your ears, “I’m sorry I waited so long.”

“It was worth the wait,” you promised him gently, “you’re worth the wait.”

“Will you stay?” he asked softly as you gave him a confused look, “stay. Please…”

“Tonight?”

“Forever,” he closed his eyes as he kissed you again, holding you gently in his vice like grip, “I love you.”

“Of course,” you nuzzled your nose against his, before touching over his face gently and giving him a gentle smile, “of course. There’s nothing I’d rather be than your forever.”

“My forever,” he repeated, “you are everything.”

“Can I ask you for something Marcus?”

“Anything.”

“Please kiss me again.”

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 3 years

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Yan bakugo, dabi, and shiggy if they set up traps like leaving a door slightly open or a knife out or a window unlocked but their darling just very sneakily and quietly closes the door, won't look at the window, and just flat out leaves the room as soon as she sees the knife? just like nope I live here no escaping kinda stockholm syndromy? Mayyyyybe also could be a lil shy? If you're doin that 👉👈

(Doing a read-more because this got kinda long lol)

Bakugo would be eager for any opportunity to punish his brat for misbehaving, so at first he’d be annoyed that she wasn’t taking the bait. But at the same time, he wants to keep testing her to see if she’s really as well-behaved as she’s acting. He’d get more and more open about what he’s trying to do, to the point that he just leaves the front door to his apartment completely open and pretends to be taking a nap in the other room.

When he hears her soft footsteps by the bedroom and an even softer knock, he scowls. “What do you want, brat? I’m sleeping.”

“I’m sorry,” she replied, sounding genuinely upset that she’d woken him up. “But the door’s open. I wanted to ask you if I could close it or if you wanted to do it.”

At this point Bakugo would be indignant enough to march to the bedroom door and fling it open. “You really aren’t going to try and leave? After all the shit I’ve done to you!? The fuck’s wrong with you?”

The hurt look on her face would immediately make him feel a twinge of sympathy. “I...I don’t know,” she murmured, fidgeting with her fingers and looking down. “I know it doesn’t make sense, but I...want to stay here. I live here with you. I belong here with you.”

Bakugo would be taken aback at just how submissive she’d become ever since he’d taken her for himself, and even though he should be happy about that, he instinctively continues acting as brash and rude as usual. “Tch. Glad you finally got it through your head, brat,” he said, brushing it off as he took her by the arm. “I’ll close the door. Go and make lunch while I do that.” Even if he doesn’t show it, he is pretty happy that she’s finally learning her place is with him.

Dabi would have LOTS of these set up, partially to test her loyalty but also just because he enjoys fucking with her head in general. He doesn’t really need an excuse to punish her, since he’ll do it whenever he feels like it by saying shit like “I’ve had a really rough day and you’re the perfect thing to help me relieve some of this stress. Be a good girl for me.”

So at first when she doesn’t even approach the open doors or windows, or the knife he left on the table, he doesn’t really know how to react. He just decides to keep escalating to the point that he just goes “fuck it” and drags her to the open front door and tells her she’s free to go. When she hesitates, he just assumes it’s because she’s confused by this chance for freedom.

Imagine his surprise when she just turns to go back inside. “I can’t leave,” she insisted with wide eyes.

“I won’t chase after you, I promise,” Dabi replied. “Well. Heh, I know my promise isn’t worth shit, but still. You’re free to go home. Isn’t this what you kept crying and begging for when I first took you here?”

Still, she’d refuse to step foot outside. “This is my home.” She’d be a little wary of being outside for so long and glance back in the direction of the apartment. “Can I please go back inside? I still need to sew up your coat and put the laundry away.”

The moment she adopted that submissive little post and said his dingy hideout was her real home, Dabi would immediately get turned on and have a satisfied smile on his face. “Only because you said ‘please’,” he joked. He tested her limits even further after closing the door by pulling her in so he could grope her chest while snaking his tongue around her mouth. She didn’t put up any kind of resistance and actually leaned against him while letting out a small little mewl that turned him on even further. He enjoyed having a bratty captive pet, but it was just as nice to have an obedient little housewife that didn’t even want to be free from his clutches.

Tomura’s fond of doing this to regularly test their authority since he gets to “win” either way: either she tries to escape or hides the knife he conveniently left for her to find and he gets to punish her, or she shows that she’s learning not to defy him and he gets to know that her willpower is starting to weaken. He’s got quite a few cameras set up whenever he has to go out for League business to watch while at the hideout, and normally he’d have Kurogiri make a portal back home to punish her whenever she tried anything suspicious.

For the first time though, she didn’t even look at the knife left out on the kitchen counter and avoided that part of the room like it was radioactive. She went to the unlatched window and opened it...only to bring some of the clothes she was drying to hang by the breeze. The spare keys to the apartment poked out from under the mat, and she simply tucked them back under the cloth before going back to cleaning his cluttered bedroom.

Tomura found himself enthralled while watching her, and he spent most of the day observing her being so docile on the cameras. Knowing that she had become this well-behaved made him excited in more ways than one, and he enjoyed an hour or so of masturbating while watching her act like a meek little maid/wifey until he couldn’t take being apart from her anymore.

When the portal to the apartment appeared, he saw her eyes widen as she froze up, expecting the usual punishment that occurred whenever he came home early through a portal. Instead of that however, Tomura rushed at her and immediately disintegrated her clothes while groping and kissing every inch of her he could reach. While he played with her every way he wanted, he kept groaning and whispering about how much of a good girl she was and how she was never going to leave him. He came on the spot when she nodded and promised that she’d never leave him, and that her home was here with him.

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↳ Every year you worked your uncle’s fair simply for the extra cash and free food. It was far from glamorous, but you’d long since decided the benefits outweigh the costs. That was until you were forced into tending to the massive, intimidating cows your uncle raised for show. Hopefully, the new ranch hand can ease some of your pain.

➤ cowboy!yeonjun x reader, fluff, a lil angsty (you shouldn’t be surprised), they have tension but in a good way, suggestive, mutual pining, stereotypical Country Boy shit

Word Count: 8,102

Warnings: none other than some swearing and some making out (a little tiny bit suggestive)

A/N: I had absolutely no plans to write another fic anytime soon but seeing Yeonjun’s teaser possessed me so here I am to deliver a cowboy!Yeonjun fic I never ever knew I needed. And yes the fair mentioned is based off of the one I go to every year in my college town and the one that happens in my own home town every summer too okay don’t judge me shhhh

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Sweat was beading on your forehead, streaming down the sides of your face in an almost constant torrent as you wiped a wet rag over every cleanable surface you could find. Every summer since you turned 16, you had helped your uncle set up and run his annual fair. It was far from perfect, but the job gave you some extra cash to spend and copious amounts of fair food to eat to your heart’s content. This year, you had managed to secure a spot working at the funnel cake stand- which had always been your favorite- and a promise from your uncle that you would get to go on all the fair rides for free.

It was a very busy day, as there was only one more day to go before the grounds opened to the public. All day you had been cleaning and helping people who rented barns to show their livestock find the way in. From where you stood now, you could see the line of barns and the people bustling back and forth from them. Arguably the busiest man you knew, your uncle, was hurrying over to you with a slightly panicked look on his face.

“Miranda went into labor,” he simply stated. If it were possible, he was even sweatier than you had become, with a thick layer of dirt on his hands and part of his face.

“Okay...” you began, unsure of where he was going as you turned your attention back to wiping down the funnel cake machine.

“So that means Steven can’t help me with the cows, an’ they’re here now and I can’t expect the new ranch hand to it all himself.”

Blankly, you stared at him, still totally unsure why he was bringing this problem to you.

“So that means I need you fill in for Steven for a few weeks. Working in the barn.” Your uncle prodded, gesturing behind him to the barn bustling with activity as the cows were being ushered into their hay covered stalls.

“No!” You groaned, dropping the wet rag with a plop. “No, I had to fight with my sister to get the funnel cake spot and now you’re gonna demote me to cows?” This had to be some kind of sick joke. Your uncle sighed, laying a heavy hand onto your shoulder and squeezing.

“Please, Y/N. Your funnel cake spot will stay open for you until Steven comes back, I promise. But for now, if you want paid, you have to go to the barn.”

----

By now, you were used to the scent of a barn. Your uncle had been showing cows for as long as you can remember, and as a child you often spent time following his older kids around the barn and caring for cows.

As you stepped in now, you found yourself cringing at the chaos. Although you had always worked the fair, you never came close to dealing with any of the livestock shows, especially involving your uncle’s own group of hulking animals. The barn was as nice as a barn could get, with layers of hay on the floor and pens lined with silver food and water buckets adorning each one. Handmade signs boasted the name and age of each animal so that visitors could learn about them. Most of the cows were already in their place, so you simply walked between the stalls, glancing at them absentmindedly.

“Are ya lost?” A smooth, low voice asked.

“Uh, no,” you began, a little bit annoyed at whatever probably middle aged man assumed you didn’t know what you were doing. Whoever had spoken to you was wearing sleek, all black cowboy boots with a pointed toe. They seemed to have been freshly polished; free of any scuffs or scratches although it was clear by a few wrinkles in the leather that the boots had been well worn. Intrigued by the idea that you didn’t know any of your uncle’s workers to wear all black boots, you quickly flitted your eyes to the man’s face.

Long, pinkish-blonde hair fell around his shoulders, cascading down his back in slight waves. The black cutter style hat with silver detailing covering the top of his head made it a little tough to put together the full picture, but you assumed from the few loose strands framing his face that he was sporting a mullet. Simple silver hoops hung from both of his earlobes, glistening in the low sunlight inside the barn. His eyes were a captivating amber-brown with a sparkle of gold that you could only catch on certain angles. His eyebrows were a bit darker than the blonde of his hair, cluing you in to the fact that he had most likely bleached the tresses some time before. From his taller vantage point, he looked down on you over the perfect slope of his nose. He was remarkably younger than you’d expected- probably only a year or two older than yourself. You swallowed harshly.

“Are you lost?” You quipped back, in disbelief at the vision of the man in front of you who had seemingly blended the usual, tired cowboy fashion you were so accompanied with alongside an alternative flair that made your heart hammer wildly in the confines of your chest.

The man snorted out a laugh, short and low as he leaned himself casually on a wooden support beam. Underneath the fabric of his black button up, his muscles flexed and glided deliciously as he settled his body weight again.

“No, I wouldn’t say I am. I work here, and although I just started around here,” he passed an unabashed look up and down your body that made you flush, “I wouldn’t forget meetin’ someone like you.”

At a loss for words, you simply gawked at him as you tried to reform yourself.

“I-uh, my uncle owns the fair, and the uh-the cows, and I got stuck working in here until Steven can get back. So I’m really just looking for-”

“Oh, you’re Y/N? Your uncle mentioned he’d be sending someone to replace Steven.” He interrupted, arching an eyebrow lazily when you nodded. There was a slight smirk befalling his lips, the perfectly plump flesh twisting in his clear scrutiny of your words.

Simply nodding your confirmation seemed to be good enough for him as he pushed his lean body off of the wooden beam and took two measured steps closer to you. The heels of his boots clicked loudly each time, only punctuating his current upper hand. He stuck his hand straight out in front of him, simply waiting for you to meet him halfway.

When you finally did, you hoped he would disregard your clammy palm that only compounded upon feeling his perfectly calloused skin tight against your much less worn hand.

“Yeonjun.” He simply said, pressing his fingers into you harder as you finally actually shook hands. The blunt press of his fingernails digging into the back of your hand sent shivers down your spine, mind jumping to what they would feel like raking down the sensitive skin of your back or down the inside of your thighs or between the strands of your hair or-

“You okay there?” Yeonjun questioned, dropping your hand to cross his arms over his toned chest. Caught red handed, you busied yourself with looking at the stray pieces of hay which had littered the barn’s floor before you answered with a meek yes.

‘Well,” you finally looked back up to see that his eyes were still trained intently on your face. There was absolutely no way he hadn’t seen your blush by now.

“I’m your uncle’s new ranch hand, so it’s gonna be me and you in here till Steven comes back.”

At his words, you suddenly realized just how calm the once bustling barn had become, and you were sure that everyone who had helped bring in the cows had moved on to other tasks. It seemed that you and Yeonjun were the only two people left in the barn. He was still standing dangerously close to you, bodies just about a foot apart until you took a tentative step backwards. Your heart was beating double the normal rate, distracted by the absolutely perfectly crafted man you somehow ended up in the sole presence of. He simply watched you back away, never dropping the sly smirk as he watched you panic. Damn Yeonjun and his perfect looks and perfect charm.

Maybe you should go to your uncle and tell him that there was no way you could work alongside Yeonjun. You could easily make up some kind of story that the two of you didn’t get along, and that he would need to find someone else to help out until Steven could be back and-

“Look out!” Yeonjun suddenly called, eyes widening in the split second you could still see them. In all your thinking, you had continued to slowly back away from him, so lost in your own mind that you didn’t realize you were seconds away from tripping over a stray bucket and hitting your head. Which is exactly what you did.

The floor of the barn, although partially cushioned by hay, was harsh against the back of your body. Your head bounced with a sickening echo, coupled with the skidding of the metal bucket in the opposite direction, it’s contents of some feed spread out messily through the hay, some kibbles sliding into the pens of eager cows who bent to gobble up their extra snack.

Yeonjun appeared over you as soon as you could open your eyes again, pain shooting through your head and top of your spine- where your body had bounced the most.

“Are you alright?” Yeonjun pulled you up gently, laying a large, warm hand on your back to keep you steady. His eyes were still wide, roaming your face in quick succession to see if you had any physical evidence of pain.

“Just- uh- gonna have a headache, probably.” You supplied, head still spinning. Yeonjun frowned, continuing to roam his hands over the back of you body. Although you knew he was simply looking for injuries, a shiver ran down your spine at his delicate yet assured touch.

“‘Don look like you’re hurt too bad, but I’m sure you’ll bruise,” his voice had become more gruff since he began his examination. “C’mon,” was the only warning he afforded you before hooking one arm under your armpits, easily pulling your weight off of the floor where you laid. The other arm came to hook under your knees until you were laid bridal style in his arms. Instinctively, both of your arms flew around his neck, almost sending his hat flying with your haste. Up this close, you could smell the intoxicating mix of the whatever musky-vanilla cologne he had sprayed on, undercut by the faint smell of the outdoors that was much earthier and full. You barely took notice of where he was hauling you off to, more than content to stare up at the smooth, sharp plains of his face.

Shortly, the two of you arrived at what seemed to have been his goal all along- his impressively well kept Chevy pickup. It was sleek black, shining in the high noon sun as if it had just been polished. The tires were sporting a bit of mud- but it was much cleaner than the pickup of any other man around your town. Carefully, Yeonjun led you out of his arms and on to the ground, but not before holding both of his hands on your hips until you steadied yourself.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you commented as he swung open the drivers side door, giving you a good thirty seconds to marvel at the way his jeans stretched deliciously over the curve of his ass and fullness of his thighs. He was searching for something, rummaging through the center consol of his vehicle in intense concentration as you waited.

“Here,” he finally left the car, spinning back around to you smoothly and extending a small bottle of Advil in one hand and a water bottle, warm from the sun, in the other. “Take some of these.” You nodded, downing the two small pills with a little swig of the too-warm water. It was an uncomfortable feeling but you tired your best to mask it knowing that the cowboy was still keeping a close eye on you.

“I meant it, earlier. That you didn’t have to do that. Or this.” You waved vaguely to your throat to indicate the pills you’d just taken from him.

“Is’okay. Used to helpin’. Now are you gonna come back to the barn with me or should I expect to tough out the rest of the day alone?” Happily, you noted that the teasing inclination of his voice had returned. You assessed the pain in your head, carefully weighing his question before you decided that yes, you would come back to the barn with him.

——

The next morning you arrived at the fairgrounds, still fatigued from all the work you’d done the day before. Your feet ached deeply, seeping into the muscles of your calves even as you stretched your legs in every way you could think of. The temperature of the day had already risen to an unforgivable heat which blanketed your every move and had your thin T-shirt sticking to your skin with perspiration. Every step you took reminded you that the air was still and hot and unforgiving. Not to mention the still occasionally throbbing pain in the back of your head from yesterday’s misfortune. As you neared the barn, catching a whiff of the distinct scent of cows exasperated by the heat, you wondered if you’d finally gone insane.

And then you spotted Yeonjun, intently speaking to one of the largest cows your uncle owned as he brushed her, ensuring that her coat was nice and shiny for the visitors that would begin funneling in once the evening fell. He was dressed almost the same as yesterday, except he had swapped the traditional black button up for a simple white T-shirt, most likely due to the sweltering temperature. It was tucked perfectly into the waist of his belted jeans, slightly stained with dirt as evidence of his work so far. Every movement he made to brush at the cow defined the lines of his biceps, drawing your attention steadily toward his veined hands which you noticed had rings adorning them today. The silver metal matched the gleam of his earrings, shimmering in the streams of light that the sun provided.

Quietly you stood at the entrance of the barn, marveling at his physique and the way his voice filtered through the air until it collided with your ears. You held back a laugh as he began cooing at the cow, complimenting her for being so good as the animal chewed at some hay nonchalantly. His hair seemed less messy today, like he’d taken the time to style it despite the nature of his work. You would have been more than happy to stand at the entrance of the barn and silently watch him work, but life can be cruel.

“You see, pretty lady...” you heard Yeonjun continue talking to the cow as he put down the brush. “I would love to spend all day with you, but unfortunately I gotta lot to do around here. And Y/N...well she’s spent the last 5 minutes staring at me instead of stepping up to brush any of your friends.” Shock and embarrassment washed your nerves, and you were sputtering in an instant.

“I wasn’t just staring- I was, I was waiting until you were done so that I could ask-“

“Didn’t say I minded.” Yeonjun supplied calmly, finally fixing his deadly auburn gaze onto you. Fuck, how did he always look so good? Unabashedly, he swiped his eyes over your body, and although you would normally feel scandalized, you wanted nothing more than for him to look at you. For a moment, the two of you stared at one another from across the barn, appraising each other as your mind ran wild. A feeling akin to electricity sparked under your skin, as if you’d be connected to a live wire as soon as he took a calculated step closer to you. The heels of his boots clicked against the wooden floor with every step, punctuating just how slowly he was making his advance. You felt a bit like prey being stalked as your larger, more skilled hunter circled in on you, but you were far from complaining.

About a foot away from your now trembling body, Yeonjun stopped. Your heart was hammering so hard against your ribs that you assumed it was trying to escape the confines of your chest and jump to the floor.

“Here, you’ll be needin’ this,” he drawled, lifting the brush which he’d been using on the other cow up toward you. Carefully, you grasped the tool, pretending your digits didn’t shake when he purposely brushed the delicate pads of his fingers against yours. When he finally dropped his hand away, you cradled the brush close to your sweaty form and gripped onto it for dear life. Without another word, you hurried away from him to tend to the nearest cow. You needed a breather, to be honest. Too much Yeonjun could put you at risk for a heart attack if you weren’t careful.

For a while, it seemed as if he had vanished completely. It was easily to get lost in the simple work of brushing the cows, especially along with the low warbling tones of whatever country station the radio inside the barn had been set to. You were never one for country music, even considering your upbringing, but between the work you were doing, the oppressive heat and the yearning crush weighing on you, it just seemed right to listen to the twang of Jason Aldean.

When he came back, he seemed to materialize out of thin air. You had just finished up brushing the last cow and had moved on to rewriting some of their name tags when he shortly announced that he was back.

“Oh, hey,” you spoke meekly in the hopes to mask your excitement at his return. Cheekily, he grinned, showing off pearly white teeth and perfectly pointed canines.

“Missed me that much, huh?” He chided, brushing past you easily as he took in your improved handwriting on the tags. “Damn. Didn’t even know her name was Daisy. Your uncles’ writing had me calling her Paisly this whole time.”

A low hum of a laugh lifted into your throat as you nodded, focusing on the delicate loop of a J in the next cow’s name. There was silence for a bit, the only sound being the scratch of the chalk you were using to write.

“How’s your head?” Yeonjun asked, hazarding another comment that made your surmize he was trying his best to start a casual conversation. A smirk played onto your lips. In all your 20 years of living, you’d never had the pleasure of having the cat and mouse game being reciprocated.

“It’s okay, just hurts a little bit. I do have a pretty nasty bruise too.” You weren’t lying. The fall had created a large, purple-brown bruise on your lower back that extended slightly to your left ass check, where you must have taken most of the impact of the fall. Yeonjun fell silent, and you were a bit disappointed that he couldn’t come up with a counter as you focused on writing the next cow’s name. The aforementioned bruise had given you a little bit of a limp, and maybe you exaggerated it now in the two steps it took to reach the next pen.

“Need someone to take a look at it?” His voice was suddenly right behind you, tickling the hairs on the back of your neck until they stood up straight. How he had snuck up behind you without the tell tale sounds of his boots was beyond you. Even though you were already sweating, you welcomed the radiating feel of his body heat coming off of his chest in waves. Trying your best to keep your letters from becoming shaky, you hummed in thought.

“Looks and feels pretty much like a nasty bruise to me, Yeonjun. Dunno if I need a second opinion when the damn thing makes it hard for me to even walk. But if you’re so inclined,” you turned your head to make eye contact with him, subsequently catching him in the act of staring down at your ass. He didn’t even bother to stutter out an apology or excuse- just simply looked back up at you with his steady gaze. You remarked that his lips looked plumper than normal, almost raw, like he had been biting at them during some point in the day. He didn’t bother to take a step back; simply maintaining his close distance and waiting for you to make the next move. He had placed the fate of this interaction in your hands, and now you were free to play with him a bit. Slowly, you lifted the hem of the back of your shirt just enough that you knew he could see the blooming bruise in most of its glory. He took a small step back now, to appraise the full scale of the bruise that spanned from left to right across your body.

“Why the hell did you come back today sportin’ an injury like that?” His voice was gruff, punctuated with the same concern that you had heard yesterday when you fell. The pads of his fingers skidded carefully across the afflicted skin, touch so light that you almost missed it. Suddenly insecure and a bit overwhelmed by his touch, you dropped the hem of your shirt and turned just enough that his hands fell away from your back.

“I didn’t want to leave you here all alone, and who knows how long it’ll take to heal? I promised my uncle I’d be here. Plus I kind of really need the paycheck, so...here I am.”

Eyebrows knitted, Yeonjun opened his mouth to make his next comment when the loud, familiar voice of your uncle busted through the relative silence of the barn. Yeonjun shuffled away from you quickly as if he had already been scolded. It hurt a bit, but you understood his hesitation in being caught in a possibly compromising situation with his employers niece.

Yeonjun called back to him, walking briskly toward the entrance of the barn and leaving you behind to strain your ears in an attempt to catch any important bits of information. You could have sworn you heard your name being passed between the two men, but there was no way you could be sure from so far away. A welcome breeze passed through the barn, bringing your attention back to the actual job at hand although you could still feel the ghost of Yeonjun’s touch.

----

About a week later, the temperature had plateaued to a pleasant level and brought along a fresh wave of visitors to the fairgrounds. All morning, the barn had been bustling with wide eyed children and experienced farmers who came to size up the competition. You were busy refreshing the hay inside of one of the pens when you heard Yeonjun’s smooth voice for the first time in a few hours. The barn had been so noisy and loud as soon as the grounds opened for the public that you hadn’t seen him since you arrived in the morning. Across the barn, he was entertaining a group of girls, all listening intently to whatever information he was spouting. They all had perfectly styled hair and legs to die for- stretching perfectly out of their cut-offs and practically begging for attention. The one closest to him was staring at his arms with no regard for how obvious she was being, and you were sure that every other girl in the half circle was ogling him in some fashion. You shouldn’t have been surprised, you guessed, since he made you feel just as brain dead, but you still boiled inside at the sight of two of the girls murmuring amongst each other. It was tough to tell exactly what he had said, but the raucous round of laughter that shot into the air clued you in to the fact that he had probably just served them one of his sub-par farming jokes.

He flashed them the same smile that had made your heart stutter countless times, and a sick feeling of anger pushed through your veins. With an unnecessarily hard push, you exited the pen you had just refreshed and moved on to the next. There was no doubt that Yeonjun took note of the unnecessarily loud clink of the metal gate, and you really fucking hope he got the message. Anger still bubbling just under your skin, you ignored the cow who sweetly bowed it’s head in search of affection.

“Hello?” Someone asked as soon as you turned your back. Taking what you hoped would be a soothing breath, you spun on your heel to address the visitor. He was probably in his mid to late twenties, with cute curly hair and the usual t-shirt and jeans combo you were used to seeing men around your town wear. The way he looked was just about exactly what you would expect from a man visiting your uncles fairgrounds, as they all dressed about the same. He wasn’t your type, but over his shoulder you could see that Yeonjun had refocused his attention on you after you apparent fit with the door. A sickly sweet smile pulled your cheeks until they hurt, but you laid it on thick as you walked over to the door of the pen.

“What can I do for ya?” Making sure to lay your voice on the extra sweet side, you took careful note of the way the man roamed his eyes over your face, stopping to flick between your lips and the low-riding cut of the shirt you’d worn today.

“I was just uh, looking around. Got some pretty nice cows here, they yours?” You forced a laugh, throwing your hair over your shoulder before shaking your head.

“Oh no, I just help out around here, ya know, cleaning and brushing the cows. They belong to my uncle. Like anything you see?” Deliberately, you tossed the bait and looked over his shoulder to find Yeonjun in the exact same spot as before, bottom lip locked between his teeth as he watched the interaction. Good. He deserves to have to watch this after you had to see him make those girls trip over their own feet just by existing.

The man chuckled, clearly picking up on the inclination of your question as he hummed in thought. “I think I have my eye on someone,” he responded, resting his arm casually on the metal gate just a few inches from where you had draped your own. Instinctively, you looked at his arm- much less defined than Yeonjun’s- and noticed just about the biggest red flag you could ever see on a man you’re flirting with. A wedding band.

“Ah, better be your wife you’ve got an eye on,” you quipped, mostly upset that your revenge on Yeonjun had been partially spoiled. There was no way you could stay here and flirt with a married man just to make Yeonjun jealous. Defeated, you made to pull your arm off of the gate and go back to working on the hay when the man grabbed at the supple skin of your forearm to stop you.

“She won’t mind, sweetheart,” he drawled, the cool press of his ring a persistent reminder of how much of a scumbag he was being.

“No, somehow I really think she would mind.” You yanked your arm again, managing to gain just a few inches back from his hold. He huffed, pinching his blunt nails into your skin enough to scratch thin red lines.

“I’d let go if I were you. Move on along, huh?” Yeonjun’s familiar tone met your ears, and you belatedly noticed that he had come right up behind the guy. You had never seen him look quite so intimidating as he did in the moment, with his eyebrows pulled together grimly. His mouth was set in a harsh line, unforgiving as he gripped at the man’s shoulder, fingers curling into the fabric of his tshirt. Finally, the man dropped his grip from you, shot Yeonjun a nasty look that you were sure he thought was manly, and strode off to presumably find his poor wife.

Feeling small under Yeonjun’s gaze, you simply looked down at the faint red tracks now decorating your arm.

“He could have really hurt you.” He muttered, keeping his voice low as to keep other visitors from overhearing.

“He didn’t.” You spat, annoyed that he had to save you from yet another mishap.

“Guys like that...they don’t have any respect for people like you. People who have a backbone.” His eyes were large, imploring you with the intensity of his stare. You avoided his gaze for a few more seconds, knowing that your resolve and previous anger would disappear. You shuffled some hay under your sneakers and a piece of you hoped Yeonjun would simply walk away, but you could still see the toes of his boots poking underneath the metal gate.

“Thank you,” you whispered, finally meeting his gaze and feeling the tension melt from your bones. His features had softened considerably, and you almost forgot the pain that had split your heart upon seeing him flirting with other girls. You knew he wasn’t yours, but you wished more and more every day that he was.

----

“I won’t be needin’ you in the barn tonight, by the way,” your uncle bellowed from across the barn. In the whole time you’d been working alongside Yeonjun in here, you had never once seen your uncle actually come into the barn. You knew he was busy with dozens of other things, but for as much as he loved his cows you were shocked at his lack of attendance. Today he stood right in the middle of it, patting the head of one of the cows with a contented look on his face as visitors swirled around. Yeonjun, who was in the middle of refilling a trough of water, popped his head up in shock at the words.

“Really?” You enthused, dropping the rake you had in your hands to rush over to your uncle and see if he was joking.

“Really. Got an old friend comin’ in who I wanna show off the cows to, so I won’t need the two of you caring for ‘em. He’ll be here in about,” he paused to glance down at the watch he’d worn for as long as you could remember, “about twenty minutes, if the two of you want to take off now.”

Not having to be told twice, you waved your uncle goodbye, shot a quick smile at Yeonjun, and made a b-line to your car. Just as you pulled on the handle of the driver’s side door, Yeonjun was calling your name.

“Hey!” He called, a little breathless from the jog he’d taken to catch up with you. “What are you uh, gonna do with the night off?”

“Why, you wanna hang out?” You offered, half-teasing but very much offering your time to him.

“No- I wasn’t, that’s not what I was...”

“I’ll be here,” you responded coolly. “Might come with some friends, might just come to stuff my face full of fair food. All the things I normally do when I work somewhere that isn’t the barn. I’m finally gonna get myself a damn funnel cake. But first, I’m going home to shower.” You opened your driver’s side door all the way and hopped in before he could respond. “See ya there?” You asked, hoping to probe him toward offering to meet you there. He stuffed his hands in his front pockets, swaying on the balls of his feet. His face twisted as you assumed he was contemplating his options.

“Maybe,” he finally conceded, nodding softly as he watched you through the rolled down window of your car. “Maybe I’ll see ya there, Y/N.”

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The sun had just begun to set when you got back to the familiar fair grounds, painting the sky in a orange-pink mix that delighted you beyond words. You had ended up coming to the fair alone; partly because all of your friends had already gone on other nights you were working and partly because you were hoping to run into Yeonjun. The parking lot was full to the brim, and you found yourself looping around to the slightly hidden employee parking lot instead of being sanctioned to the overflow lot down further down the dirt road. As you pulled into the closest spot, you caught a glimpse of a very familiar sleek black Chevy pickup in your rearview mirror. Excitement made you dizzy, hands shaking as you flipped down your overhead mirror to straighten yourself up. If you were going to see Yeonjun tonight, you were going to make it count.

Throngs of visitors swirled around you, chatting and laughing over the piped in country music that you’d been hearing almost nonstop all summer long. With the sun setting, everything was casted in an idyllic golden glow that made you feel like you were in a coming-of-age film and not just your uncle’s fair that you had come to every year since your birth. A group of visibly drunk friends barreled past you, slurring and hiccupping as they narrowly avoided spilling their beers all over themselves. Grease and sweat mixed to create an atmospheric scent that was so inherently fair that you almost wished they sold candles that smelled the same way. Without even thinking about it, your feet carried you toward the funnel cake stand which was supposed to be your fate for the summer. To be honest, you were still quite upset that you hadn’t got to spend your days munching on pieces of fried batter and chatting with the family friends your uncle hired every year.

Finding yourself at the back of a winding line, you resigned to the one thing that sucked about coming alone. There was no one around you to make conversation with as you waited for food. You had come to the fair many times with your friends from school and various dates, but you couldn’t think of a single time you visited the fair all by yourself. Idly, you scrolled through your phone and inched up appropriately with the line.

“Y/N! Hey!” Yeonjun yelled, approaching you quickly. A wide smile split your face, giving away your excitement at spotting him.

“Oh hey! I’m finally getting a funnel cake!” He was wearing his usual outfit, closer to the look you had seen him in the very first time you met. Outside of the barn he seemed much more casual, and even casted in an odd mix of setting sunrays and the harsh neon from the rides behind him, he looked ethereal. His eyes sparkled with that unmistakable mirth that he always seemed to harbor around you.

“I saw that. Looked pretty lonely over here with your nose in your phone, figured I’d come see if you could use some company.” He was throwing you the line, waiting to see if you’d latch on. And who would you be if you didn’t?

“Hmm, I think that would be nice. Although I really can’t promise I’ll share the funnel cake.” You stepped forward with the line again, and he came with you easily, falling right beside you so closely that you could feel the heat radiating from his side.

Once you finally had the hot treat balancing on a thin paper plate, you rushed Yeonjun to the nearest empty bench and dug in. The dough was still scalding, having just been pulled from the fryer, but the amazing taste was good enough for you to ignore the burn. Yeonjun sputtered a laugh as you shoveled in the dough, wiping powdered sugar onto your legs with reckless abandon. Teasingly, he snuck a hand up to the plate and pulled off a piece of funnel cake; pulling a teasing whine from your throat as you shook your head no rapidly.

“Too late,” he mumbled, “already in ma mouf.” Swallowing your own piece, you widened your eyes and punched at his thigh, firm and muscular.

“Rude! You should have gotten your own!” He smiled cutely down at you, nose crinkling as he finally swallowed. Some powdered sugar had slid onto his button up, but you decided not to tell him in favor of keeping his attention focused on you the way it was now. You felt hot but extremely comfortable under his gaze, feeling a stutter in your chest that increased the adrenaline in your veins. He was so close, and so endearing, and the way he was focused on your face was so fucking cute.

“You’ve got,” he motioned to his own face, brushing his finger against his chin. You tried to mirror his action, swiping at the same spot, but the frown on his face told you that you had missed.

“Lemme, can I?” You nodded before the words even came out, eager to feel his calloused hands on the sensitive skin of your face. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he cupped your jaw and inched his thumb, much slower than what would be considered normal, toward your chin. With one gentle swipe, the stray powdered sugar was gone, yet his hands remained. God, you wanted to kiss him so badly. The lighting had casted a gorgeous shade along his cheekbones, highlighting the beautiful length of his eye lashes and the rounded tip of his nose.

Up this close, you examined the curve of his lips; the soft definition of his cupid’s bow and the perfect pink of his mouth.

“Yeonjun-” he surged forward, stalling the words in your throat as he finally pushed his lips against yours. His fingers gently curled around your neck, gripping at strands of hair like he was afraid you were going to run away. It was quite the opposite, actually, as you happily hummed and leaned into the kiss you’d been waiting for. He tasted like funnel cakes and a faint hint of mint gum, just intoxicating enough to have you clawing your hands into the collar of his shirt. The funnel cake plate began to slide off of your lap, but you could not have cared less as you swiped your tongue over the seam of his lips, greedily pushing to get more out of him.

He hesitates, still eager to kiss you back, but not enough to let you have full reign. Pouting a little, you decided to make the best of your time by nibbling at his bottom lip playfully. Yeonjun pulled away just enough to separate the two of you gently, chests heaving as you both readjusted to a life not attached at the lips.

“Sorry,” he grunted, voice much rougher around the edges than you’d ever heard it. The sound sent a chill down your spine. “Sorry that I didn’t, uh, wanna-” his cheeks flushed startlingly fast and he sighed. “I just don’t want to mess this up, whatever this is. I just...I like you too much, ya know?” The shyness in his voice was endearing, and it wasn’t hard at all to let your own desires fall to the wayside. He likes you.

“That’s okay, Yeonjun. You know I really like you too, right?”

“Hmm,” he pondered, leaning back into his usual persona at your acceptance. “Did I know that? Maybe all those times I caught you staring, or how fuckin’ clumsy you get if I even so much as compliment you...yeah. I think I know.” A permanent smile was stuck on your face, unbreakable in the presence of Yeonjun and his intoxicating aura.

----

The next morning, you’d walked into work on clouds. You and Yeonjun had spent the whole night together; strolling hand in hand, eating your way through the grounds and dragging one another on the carnival rides.

He wasn’t around when you entered the barn, but the evidence that he was somewhere around was enough to kick you into gear. You were shoveling food into a trough, making one-sided conversation with the cows in front of you when you heard him stroll in.

“Hey!” You called over your shoulder, too focused on getting the food actually inside the container to turn around. Yeonjun didn’t answer, but you just finished the task at hand and figured you’d try again in a few moments. Once you were done with the food, you spotted him walking back from the storehouse with a fresh bale of hay in his arms.

He plopped it down on the floor of the barn and you tried again.

“Good morning,” you smiled, approaching him with a grin. He looked up at your breifly and simply nodded, turning on his heels to go back to the storage. Your heart plummeted to your feet just like it had on the rollercoaster he had forced you on to just about 12 hours ago.

What the hell had happened in between the time you parted and the time you both came into work? If you hadn’t known him better, you would have chalked it up to a bad morning, or maybe he was still too tired.

But in all the time you had worked together, he had never once ignored you. He always greeted you in the morning, began a conversation about nothing or at least asked you how you slept. No matter how shit he was feeling, Yeonjun had always made it clear to you that you were worth his time. Did you ruin it all with the kiss? Even though he had seemed so ecstatic last night, maybe he woke up this morning with regrets stacked up. Maybe he was afraid of what your uncle would think. In your idle thinking, you hadn’t noticed the accumulation of hay bales that he had brought in. A stack of four now stood before you, and he was just feet away with the fifth. He was huffing, face reddened with the sheer weight of the bales.

“Yeonjun, do you need help?” You tried again, hoping that maybe lodging a question would garner a real response, but you got nothing. He simply dropped another bale and made to leave the barn again.

“Yeonjun!” You bellowed, hopping around the bales to catch up to him. You jumped in his path, holding one hand to each shoulder. Despite his strength advantage, he stopped in his tracks and gazed down at you. You noticed that he looked tired, slight bags residing under his eyes, and you wondered if we had gotten any sleep at all. “What’s up with you?”

He sighed, pushing his fingers into his temples.

“I don’t have time for this, Y/N.” He tried to pass around you again, but you planted your feet and pushed at his chest with all of your might.

“We are going to talk about this. The cows are fed, and the new hay can wait. Why the fuck are you avoiding me? After last night? If you don’t actually like me, or you regret it, just tell me the truth. Be a big boy, Yeonjun. Don’t leave me out here high and dry.” The steeliness in his eyes softened at your words and a frown marred his flawless face.

“No, god no. I do like you, Y/N. And yesterday was great and I don’t regret any of it but I just...I just don’t trust myself. The last person I dated,” he rubbed his hand into the back of his neck, “I messed it up. Bad. And the last thing I want is to do that to you, too. I’m trying to keep you away from all of this mess. So I’m sorry, but you have to just...forget last night.”

You were stunned to silence, disbelief bubbling in your chest. How bad of a fuck up could his last relationship have been? The Yeonjun you knew was nothing but caring, goofy, smart and charming. Everything you could have ever dreamed up in a man.

“Look, I don’t know what happened last time, but I know that you’re being way too hard on yourself. You’re...Yeonjun, you’re as close to perfect as anyone could get. And even if you are a mess,” you made sure that his tired eyes never left yours, “well, so am I. I fell flat on my ass the first time we met, I step in cow shit on the daily, and somehow you still find it in yourself to like me back. So whatever you’re worried about, forget about it. Okay?”

A small, slow smile cracked onto his face, exposing the white, pearly teeth that you were so envious of. “I never told you this,” he began, the cheerful inclination of his voice made your heart soar, “but I had to try so hard not to laugh when you fell. Like- the look on your face!” His voice tapered off into a full-bellied laugh; music to your ears.

“Okay, okay! I was trying to cheer you up, and now you’re just bullying me!” You yelled, pushing at his chest gently in a bid to get him to stop.

“Hmm, well you did help make me feel better, but ya know what would really cheer me up?” His laughter had ceased, but the apples of his cheeks were still risen and rosy from the effort. His hands encircled your waist delicately, pulling you into his chest. “If you could just...kiss it better?” He pouted exaggeratedly, leaning down to level your heights. And how could you resist?

You met him halfway with the same vigor as yesterday, still shocked by the easy way your mouths fit together. With every intention of respecting the boundary he set yesterday, you were more than happy to lean into the sweet roll of his lips until you were in need of a breather. The hands on your waist tightened, pulling your bodies impossibly closer and Yeonjun mumbled something that you didn’t quite catch, although you didn’t have time to ponder it as he took the imitative to deepen the kiss.

Finally kissing him the way you’d desired made you feel like you were on fire, every inch of your skin sensitive. Yeonjun was persistent, guiding you backwards slowly. You couldn’t see where you were going, but right now you would have trusted him with your entire life as he intoxicated you with his touch. Suddenly, your back was pressed against what you figured was the wood paneling just inside the barn’s entrance. Yeonjun finally backed away from you as your chest heaved, mind fuzzy from the rush of serotonin. Without a word he descended on you again, kissing sloppily down your jaw and neck, leaving at least two purpling bruises in his wake. Frantically, you knocked his hat backwards off of his head, weaving your fingers into his fading pink hair as he worked at the junction of your neck and collarbone. Losing yourself in his touch was easy, sliding your eyes shut as the flat of his tongue soothed the skin he had just finished raising into a blooming bruise.

Yeonjun was just as consumed, mumbling compliments against your neck as his hands wandered to the hem of your shirt, sliding his large, warm hands under the soft cotton; roaming higher and higher-

“MOOOOO-” the cow closest to you bellowed, sliding her foot across the floor in a loud shuffle that alarmed you both. Yeonjun’s hands dropped away immediately, eyes comically wide as the cow stared at the both of you.

“She defintely just told us to knock it off and change the hay.” You joked, trying to pretend like the loud animal hadn’t scared the living shit out of you. Yeonjun was flustered, fumbling to readjust his trusty hat as he cleared his throat and threw you a shy look. His eyes flitted to your neck, no doubt admiring his handiwork, before straightening his shirt.

“I’m going to go...um, start on that hay now.”

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jd-loves-fiction · 3 years

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Kiss Cam

➤ Atsumu quickly regrets inviting you and his brother Osamu, whom you’ve been crushing on since highschool, to one his games once the kiss cam lands on the two of you and he has to witness his friend and brother swap spit onscreen.

➤ genre: fluff

➤ wc: 2k

➤ warnings:

➤ 🌑 I actually don’t know if there are kiss cams in volleyball games but oh well😅

You understood the thought process that led to the situation you would soon have to confront.

You understood why Atsumu did it and why he didn’t think twice about it.

But it really wouldn’t hurt him to learn how to read the room, but more importantly, your tone of clear distress.

“Look, I’m sorry, didn’t think it’d be a problem. And I still kinda ain’t seein’ the problem?” Atsumu said, sounding genuinely confused, which would’ve made you pity him in any other situation because he truly seemed lost, but not in this particular case.

“Ok, you didn’t think it’d be a problem. And now you know it is! Can’t you do anything to change it?” You were practically pleading, pacing back and forth nervously across the length of the stadium’s bathroom.

“I thought ya got over him!” He said, clearly frustrated. “Nothin’ can be done now. Yer just gonna hafta sit with him. Or ya can just go home, if ya want. Wouldn’t hold it against ya.” He spoke over the phone.

Your shoulders dropped. There’s the pity.

“No. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t even be calling you just before the game. I’ll be fine, just focus on winning, alright?” You sighed, defeated.

“’s ok, nothin’ like a lil needless argument to warm up and get the blood pumpin’.” He chuckled, relaxing once more, judging by his voice.

You checked yourself in the mirror again, fixing any stray hairs and wishing you had put more effort into your appearance. If only you had been warned that you'd be sitting next to your highschool crush, Miya Osamu, who you definitely still had feelings for, in the VIP section--

That's enough. No reason to be thinking about that. No time either, as you were already approaching your seat when you came back to your senses.

It had been so long since you'd last seen him. You thought that maybe your memory betrayed you and he wasn't nearly as attractive as you remembered him to be, or perhaps he wouldn't age well. All those possibilities were proven to be completely incorrect the moment you spotted him.

Gone was his warm grey hair, now replaced with his natural black, his shoulders seemed even wider (which didn't seem possible at the time) and he seemed leaner, not at all out of shape but not as filled with muscle as before. It suited him.

You wondered for a moment if he even remembered you (you'd be quite hurt if he didn't) let alone as vividly as you remembered him.

Did he remember you as the shy girl from his class who didn't fall at his brother's feet (and instead fell at his, but he didn't know that) and instead chose to befriend him and find her way into his circle? Did he remember what you looked like? The jokes you made behind Atsumu's back? The lunchboxes shared? How he always seemed to want a pice of yours more than any other, despite the deliciousness of his own? The little game you started where you would try to get him to laugh with the dumbest of methods because you were curious on what his laugh sounded like and why he didn't show it more often?

Did he remember you at all? Sure, those memories seemed significant enough, to you, because you were smitten with him.

He, on the other hand, had a hoard of fangirls waiting on his neck and call much like his brother, and various girlfriends (if the rumors were to be trusted, which they usually weren't, but it had to be true, with everything he had. The body, the face, the personality, the humor).

Sure, him and Atsumu didn't befriend a whole lot of girls, but there were at least a few. Would he confuse you with one of them?

"Y/N?"

Before you could step all over your own heart once more with worst case scenarios, already thinking about turning back and leaving, you heard his low voice call out your name, slow and unsure.

He blinked at you for a moment, wondering if his eye betrayed him, until you waved shyly at him while approaching. His pout immediately turned into a small and soft smile that made your heart flutter.

"Hi! Haven't seen you in a while!" You greeted amicably as you sat down next to him, mentally struggling to come up with topics to discuss. If you remembered correctly, he was never one for small talk, and nothing would be worse than silence right now.

"Right back at ya! How've you been doin'?" He asked politely, still smiling at you. You don't remember seeing him smile for this long (genuinely) before. Oh God, his smile is so cute--

"Oh, nothing much. Looking for a job at the moment." You said dismissively, mentally scolding yourself for making yourself sound so uninteresting. Osamu didn't seem fazed though.

"Well, I'm probably gonna need some help durin' the summer. So, if ya need a part-time job while in Hyogo or something, come by my shop: 'Onigiri Miya'. Sure Tsumu's told ya about it already though, heard y'all kept in touch." He offered, successfully managing to seem calm and collected despite the excitement he felt at the possibility of spending time with you, doing what he loves. That and hide the envy he felt for your having kept in touch with his brother and not him, but then again he could've been the one to reach out so he didn't really blame you.

"Oh! Well I am planning to pass through... Maybe I'll take you up on that offer." You smiled, ignoring how easy it was to talk to Osamu. Who the hell would talk about a summer part-time with their highschool crush after however many years it's been? You two apparently.

But it was nice. Everything about Osamu was nice.

"But honestly, it's real nice to see ya again. Ya look great, I mean it." He said softly, hoping you hadn't noticed the way his eyes had roamed your figure for a moment when he saw you.

You blushed, looking away in response and giving his a meek 'thanks', acting like a highschool girl with a huge crush all over again, but then again, what really had changed?

"You don't look so bad yourself." Was all you managed to say before the game was announced to be starting soon, followed by the fans' loud cheers.

You and Osamu traded comments and jests, poking fun at people in the audience as well as some players (mostly Atsumu), and even though it seemed childish, it made you feel like a highschooler again. Actually it seemed to almost transport you fully onto a very specific day.

You remembered that day quite clearly, for whatever reason. It was during your first year, Osamu had injured himself and had to sit out of a practice match that Inarizaki had against another school. Atsumu (or was it Osamu? You couldn't remember exactly) had asked you to come see the game and "cheer him on". Truth be told, he knew that you wouldn't be doing any of that, and in a way he was glad you wouldn't.

As you entered the gym, you noticed Osamu right away, sitting dejectedly on the sidelines, on the bench, seemingly unbothered and uninterested, but by the grip he had on his shorts and the light tapping of his foot in the floor, you could tell it wasn't so.

The team all knew you by this point, so the coach simply nodded at you as you entered, headed straight to where Osamu sat, eyes wide and glued to the match in front of him, passing in front of him purposely to bring his attention towards you instead.

You placed your bag on the ground before sitting next to it, receiving an odd look from the younger twin.

"Why're ya sittin' on the floor?" He asked as you simply smiled. "Why do you look like you're plotting a murder?" You asked bluntly, to which he gave you a surprised but impressed look, shaking his head and motioning for you to sit with him.

"I'm not. Now come sit with me. Bet it's cold there." He tried tempting your but you merely shook your head, staying where you were.

Reason being that 1. Yes, you were close to most people on the team but you weren't part of it and that's what the bench was for and 2. You had a plan.

"What kind of face do you think that middle blocker's gonna make when Suna spikes?"

"Well..."

You remember making comments about both teams and laughing quietly amongst yourselves, and with where you sat, Osamu had to lean in your direction to hear what you were saying, therefore taking at least a little of his attention away from the game so that he didn't stomp through the floor in restlessness.

The halftime interval was announced finally, each team taking the time to recover some of their strength.

One of the huge screens situated at the edges of the stadium switched on, showcasing a vignette in the shape of a pink heart with the words 'Kiss Cam' at the top, the camera attached settling on two people making them lean towards each other to do as the screen indicated while the crowd cheered.

"Wait. Atsumu told you I was coming? Why? And why didn't he tell me?" Osamu shrugged at your question, seemingly not privy to his brother's thoughts on the matter. Which was a lie.

Atsumu had told him because he knew of his crush on you, and saw this little encounter as the perfect way to 'rekindle the flame' as he put it, as if you were some old couple who were simply bored of each other and not too young adults hopelessly head over heels for the other but unable to make a move.

As you tried to wrap your head around Atsumu's reasoning (useless, knowing him), Osamu took notice of a camera preparing to settle on your position.

Both of your faces appeared onscreen inside the (to some) dreaded pink heart, the crowd cheering once more as you looked around yourself, confused, until Osamu pointed you in the direction of the screen and watched as your face became beet red, before you hid it in your hands.

So that's what Atsumu meant when he told him to 'take any chance to make a move if he got one', the bastard. Osamu glanced briefly at his brother below, looking at his stupid smirk and dumb thumbs up of encouragement. He set this up.

As Osamu turned to you, so pretty, so cute, an image he could never truly erase from his mind fully since highschool, he realized that this was his chance. And he had to just man up and take it. Not repeat the same mistake.

The black haired man placed a gentle hand on the back of your lowered head, ignoring the way the crowd roared louder, and leaned towards you as you raised your head to look at him, being met by his face mere centimeters away from yours.

He looked at you in concern, wanting to make sure that you truly wanted this as much as him.

And you, realizing that fuck it he looked like he wanted it as much as you and you really had nothing to lose, leaned forward to meet him halfway as the crowd's ruckus crescendoed one final time.

The exchange must've lasted maybe a full minute, if that, but it seemed so much longer to you. It seemed like an eternity before you felt his soft, flavoured lips meet yours in a shy kiss, sweet but hesitant. Exactly like two highschoolers would do after confessing.

You parted after a moment, timidly opening to your eyes to check Osamu's expression, only to find him smiling as giddily as you felt inside, hand still steady on your head, simply cupping it and not pushing.

Spurred on by his clear excitement, you leaned back towards him, joining your lips passionately with your eyes closed as the cheering faded from your ears, solely focused on the feeling of Osamu's lips against your own, slow but firm.

As you parted, looking away from each other shyly, you both caught a glimpse of Atsumu, gagging down by the benches.

He was obviously happy for his brother and friend, but he would've preferred to not watch as they locked lips as passionately as they did.

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flimflamblings · 3 years

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I spent. a truly appalling amount of time on a verse I will probably never use again. Anyway headcanons under the cut awsecawdedrf

So I was thinking about an obligatory "flim and flam are related to the apples" verse, so I dug up an old idea for it and got a lil too in depth with it zscdvawf.

So basically the framing device of this au in my head is that the apples (main ones) deliver special zap apples to a pretty distant branch of the family (they're related through granny smiths aunt essentially) because the distant fam (I'm gonna call them the redloves) wants to make special desserts to celebrate them all being together for the first time in a long time, specifically the sons are visiting which never happens

The apples just vibe with the family helping them make these special desserts while apple bloom goes into town for something. While Apple Bloom is around guess who she spots, the boys, looking deeply deeply unenthused. She kinda assumes whatever scheme they were doing had already been foiled, but she thinks it's notable enough to go tell AJ.

She can barely get a word in edgewise with AJ as the aunt, Apple Leaves, is running her mouth off endlessly about weird embarrassing details about "Red and Goldie" - the sons who are visiting. Mainly about how they hate coming home and she has literally no idea why. Before Applebloom can tell everyone about who she saw in town, guess who's at the door.

Golden Delicious and Red Delicious - Flim and Flam

Let's get into relations. So as indicated, Auntie Apple Leaves is not the mother of the family, she's the aunt - but she is the main matriarch of the gaggle. Bushel is her son, the little boy next to him is his son, Buck. Then there's Flim and Flam with their respective family names, then their older sister pink lady and her daughter little Redlove. Finally there's their father, Oregon Trail, and late mother Redlove.

Basically, Redlove passed away when Flim, Flam, and Lady were youngish, definately old enough to remember her and the aftermath quite clearly, but not old enough to be super mature about it (so like 10 and 14 respectively I'd say). She was a very sweet mare who always supported her children, an overall comforting presence to contrast the brick wall that was their father. Oregon Trail was a rail pony, he pulled trains before the relatively new invention of engine power. He was extremely absent, he was never home for long but when he was he was sleeping.

Trail couldn't just give up his job when his wife passed, so the kids moved in with Redlove's sister Apple Leaves (okay that's her canon name but,, come on. I'm gonna pretend her name is Ambrosia Apple Leaves but that's beside the point) and her son Bushel.

Flim, Flam, and Lady were cityfolk compared to their relatives. Even the relatively small train stop settlement they lived in was bustling compared to the smattering of houses separated by acres of orchard Auntie and Bushel called home. Lady adjusted fine, she liked being alone and making herself useful but flim and flam... didn't.

Flim and Flam may just be the scrawniest apples to set hooves to equestria. It wasn't really their fault, they were twins which are already small, and unicorns to boot. They really got hit with every recessive gene in the apple gene pool, and they would absolutely feel the ramifications of that.

They would be simply unfit for orchard work, even if they wanted to do it (which they did not). They were too little to buck trees, they didn't have the attention span to sort, and them in the kitchen was a harbinger or disaster. Together, they had many talents, just not useful ones.

Flam's talent was engineering. He had always been curious about the inner workings of household machines and how to make them work better, and he was especially interested in the trains his dad worked with. Into his teen years he started to find them inefficient, and (never knowing when to shut up) argued with his dad pretty often over how much easier everything would be if ponies would just accept steam, or electric, or magic power over horse power - this predictably caused a rift between them.

Flim was more on the creative side. He had a lot of big ideas he was happy to wax on about (if anyone would actually want to hear them) but was overall more of a planner than a doer. He also took a lot of pride in his showmanship and appearance, he tried very, very hard to look 'respectable'. His worst fear was to come off as a simple country bumpkin, but this did not go over well in the country.

One common gene Flim and Flam DID inherit was macromagenisia (very creative yea yea), a fairly common disorder where a pony produces an unusual amount of magic, leading to enhanced abilities but also uncontrollable outbursts. Instead of making them stronger and more in tune with the earth like other apples, if just have them more powerful unicorn magic. Too bad there were no unicorns around to teach them nor to control it.

In there first years on the farm, the boys would do anything to make themselves useful. This usually came in the form of trying to apply their inventing talents to daily tasks - which almost always ended in disaster. Eventually things devolved into a mutual hatred of the situation from both the boys and the family.

Though Auntie always at least attempted to be sweet with the boys, even if she wasn't very good at it, Bushel did not in the slightest. He didn't hate the boys per say, but he certainly went out of his way to give them hell more often than not. He came up with the nicknames "Spiffy and Sparky" which unfortunately caught on with the few other children in the area, which was a thorn in the brothers side until they moved out.

Flim and Flam didn't really know why Bushel didn't like them. Bushel didn't even know why Bushel didn't like them. I guess it was mostly about the tiny sliver of reputation Bushel had with the other kids around, that he was the big manly tough guy everyone wanted to be. His image was somewhat hampered by having to drag the town weirdos around with him everywhere, and being related to them certainly didn't help. He just didn't appreciate their ~ alternative ~ talents, and to be honest, they made no attempt to be kind to him.

The only pony Flim and Flam even kind of enjoyed was their older sister, Pink Lady. She was kind of everything they wanted to be, deep down. She was smart and adaptable - she knew how to make the best out of every situation. Lady was an optimistic, but a realistic one. She put off an heir of maturity, like she was truly above it all. She didn't indulge them any more then the rest of the family did, but she was always quick to defend them one way or another. She was the only member of the family they even attempted to keep contact with after they left, though it was tough being penpals with travelers.

As the boys grew up the farm became more and more grating. The one thing they couldn't stand was routine, and 8 years of it had them on the brink of a breakdown. All they wanted was adventure, literally anything to shake things up. So when they turned 18, they skipped town. They're first act of freedom was changing their names, they simply wanted to become someone new.

The very few times the twins visited the family was to meet their niece and nephew. They actually get along with kids quite well, and despite not liking their family, they had a soft spot for welcoming new members.

Karma manifests in funny ways, because rather than be like his father, Buck is surprisingly like Flim and Flam. He doesnt particularly like farm life, and is overall pretty meek and nerdy, to Bushel's dismay.

Okay so I'm super tired and this is so long, I'm ending the post. yall get the gyst.

#not even tagging this #its five in the morning #why did i make this #EDIT: OH JEEZE ARE PEOPLE READING THIS #I WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO DELETE BC I REALISED I SAID ESSENTIALLY NOTHING THE WHOLE TIME AECFVAEDRVT #I GUESS I'LL KEEP IT UP THEN???

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Mendax and the Wolffe: One-shot Fic

A/N: Yes, I made this a while ago, yes it’s dirty, and yes I did it for my enjoyment. I am sorry for making this.

WARNING: It’s a dirty fic, man. You know what you gotta watch for. Stay safe bois. Also, the clones are being nasty lil boys, especially Wolffe being feral

Word Count: 5k-ish

Pairing: Darth Mendax x Commander Wolffe, OC x Wolffe

Ahsoka, Maul and his new, previously Jedi love Eli, weren’t resting on the random forest planet when evening was approaching. Eli had decided to try and save a few new clones from the wrath of this new Empire born from Sidious. Cody was their first target, and were going to supposedly deliver him to Kenobi. I felt it wasn’t wise to bring Maul on that adventure, but Eli argued against my opinion. Wherever Eli went, Maul followed. Now, I was stuck sitting near a growing campfire and surrounded by a couple clones and their downed ships acting more as shelter. I’d only learned their names when we first got here a few days ago.

The clones were relatively easy to tell apart, thank the Maker. The only blonde there was Rex, formerly Captain of the 501st. He had a blonde buzzcut, a clean shave but stubble was close to growing in, and his legs looked like they could kick her head clean off.

Next was a brash clone of the 501st named Fives, easy to pick out from the tattoo of the number five on his temple. He had short hair like Rex, only he had black hair, as well and a goatee like beard. He’d been injured badly, but he was healing relatively fast.

Jesse was next, almost like a child of the 501st group (based on personality). He was playfully flirty to me at times, but overall, was like sunshine after rain. He had a large tattoo of the previous Galactic Republic on his bald head, and a 5 o'clock shadow. Like Fives, he was injured badly but was healing.

Gregor, one of the few who survived relatively unscathed and a republic commando, was a bit shorter than his brothers. He had longer black hair that was neatly styled, and stubble growing in like Jesse. Rumor had it that his hair was much longer once. He was built like a boulder though, with large shoulders and seeming a bit thicker in build than his other brothers. His gentle nature contrasted his look greatly.

Kix was probably the most average looking of all the clones, and their medic. Once in cryo after some mystery mission, got rescued by pirates a good while ago, now helping the injured that survived the Order. He had a short sort of haircut with black hair, and friendly brown eyes like the rest of his brothers. Only, his eyes seemed to be able to comfort anyone and managed to speak in the calmest voices possible.

Echo had a messy sort of story, and his appearance made that possible. His skin was slightly lighter than the deep tan of his brothers, and he had darkened eye sockets, like he was constantly sick (though he was perfectly healthy). Multiple scars could be seen on his head in a particular pattern, and black hair was coming in like the crew cuts of Rex and Fives. He had a handprint on his armor, which made him stand out. He was also practically stuck by Fives’ side at all times, including around the campfire.

The last one was Wolffe, the one clone I knew before the mess Order 66 had caused. He was very different from his brothers. He had a pink scar going over right eye, and in the eye socket was a white cybernetic eye (it made him almost seem like he was blind on that side). He had short black hair like many of his brothers there, but it looked most similar to Kix. He was probably the tallest, even if it was by little over an inch. He had a stubble shadow, like Jesse and Gregor. Like the wolves on Lothal, he was built to fight and it showed. His biceps were certainly the second largest, outranked by Gregor, and thighs able to crush skulls (if he wanted). Without his top half of armor on and relaxing in his blacks, there was the clear outline of abs on his waist. I wasn’t sure I picked that detail up. He nearly killed me when I first arrived with Maul, Eli, and Ahsoka. My eyes remained focused on the fire in front of me, memories flooding my brain.

It was done, the Order initiated and finished in only what seemed like an hour. My clothes were dirtied by dust and almost ratty. Maul was in his usual sith robe attire, minus the usual cloak that hid away his features. We were sitting at a small table in what was like a casual living room. Eli and Ahsoka were whispering to each other nearby, wiping away a few stray tears. This Order had killed many of their friends, and clones alike. Families were shattered and Sidious was to blame, me and Maul knew that for sure. Ahsoka nodded to Eli, and then walked up to the bridge of the ship. Eli fixed her neutral colored Jedi robes and turned to Maul.

“Lucky for us, our ship is arriving at the safety rendezvous soon. I’d be wary of a few clones, they may think you’re against them so. . . don’t act too aggressive.” Maul leaned on the heel of his hand and gave an expression similar to someone raising an eyebrow. “Eli my dear, I’m constantly fueled by anger, driven by spite and revenge for years. Being aggressive is my personality.” I didn’t care to speak or include themselves in conversation. I simply hid in the hood of my Sith robe and remained silent. Eli turned to me, “Hey Mendax, there’s one guy who you’ll know once we arrive. Though I’m not sure he’d be the most happy to see you. Not the biggest fan of Sith still.”

“Don’t humor me. I’m not looking to make friends.”

Eli scoffed, then rolled their eyes. “Alright, fine, sit and brood. But you better not say anything that will make you end up with blaster holes.” I chuckled, then looked Eli in the eye, “If that were to happen, I’d consider it a mercy.” The Jedi turned away and went to join Ahsoka Tano on the bridge. Maul sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“I know you’re still hurting, I can sense it. . .”

“I just don’t understand. . . It feels cruel to live. To live in such darkness as overpowering as this. All the death he brought, to us, to the Jedi-”

“I know that’s not the real reason you’re upset, Mendax. . . Savage would want you to live on. He loved you, so dearly.” I was silent, then leaned on Maul’s shoulder. Maul slowly placed a gloved hand on my head. He wasn’t one to regularly give comforting touch, but this. . . this was nice.

“Things will change now, and we’ll move past Sidious’ plans.”

When we were introduced, almost all the clones had aimed their guns at us. Wolffe seemed a bit hesitant to aim at me though, instead aiming at Maul. A few good sassy remarks were thrown, but we all agreed no more killing was needed. Wolffe still kept a close eye on me as days went on, however.

Jesse’s laughter tore me from my thoughts and into his conversation. All of the clones seemed happy, or amused. I glared at them and asked, “What’s so funny, boys?”

“Oh, nothing Mendax. We’re comparing body count and the comments made about us.” Body count? Was this a sick count of all the enemies killed? Fives made an impression of what sounded like a moan, then said, “Oh Fives, you know just how to please me!”

“No way! There’s no way you can please a woman with as rough as a hand like yours!” Nope, definitely not an enemy body count.

My face felt a little hot once I’d realized. I guess I should’ve known that soldiers like clones had needs. They weren’t Jedi so sexual acts were more. . . allowed? Wolffe was the only one who wasn’t talking about who fucked the best or how many men or women they spent a night of pleasure with. Feeling a little bothered plus warmed by the fire, I removed the cloak from around my body.

Fives was the first to try and get Wolffe to join in. “Hey, Wolffe! What’s your body count, hmm? I bet it’s a high one, what with the ‘rugged charm’ I’ve heard some women say about you.”

Wolffe grunted, taking a drink from a small cup he held in one of his hands. Fives went on, “Grunting is not usually an acceptable answer to a question, Wolffe.”

“It is now,” Wolffe replied, eyes landing on me as I sat across from him by the firepit. His gaze seemed to soften, and then he went back to staring at the contents in his cup. Fives decided not to push further, but rather turn to me. “And what about you, Mendax? Did the great Sith lord ever get any love?~”

“As much as I admire the Sith and their passions, we never really see many who use passion in a sense that they fight for someone. Most use passion more as ambition, seeking power and their way.”

“I asked if you had a boyfriend once, not your philosophies,” Fives said, rolling his eyes. I scoffed, and glared at him, “No, does that satisfy your curiosity? I had no one. All I had was Maul to oversee my progress and Savage to. . . to make me feel less lonely.”

“Define less lonely. . .”

Jesse shoved Fives, “Shut up. She’s obviously never had a boyfriend.” Wolffe turned his gaze to me again; I couldn’t tell what emotion was behind his eyes. A few of the brothers muttered to each other, then turned to Wolffe. He caught on to the staring and sneered, “What?”

“So are you going to tell her, or. . .?” Wolffe gave a low growl at Kix. He practically barked at him, “Know your place, soldier. And stop your insane claims.” Kix held his arms up in surrender, and smiled, “Just saying, Commander.” Rex rolled his eyes, then lightly shook his head. Clearly, the captain was getting just as annoyed as Wolffe was at his men. I couldn’t really blame him. Darkness was swallowing the forest around us; Rex added more logs to keep the fire burning.

“So, what’s the sleeping situation, boys? Since the generals and Maul are gone?” Gregor had asked, his meek voice coming through with the brief silence. Echo wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “I already figured it out for you.” He pointed at one of the ships, the largest one of them all. “That one will hold me, Fives, and Rex,” he said. Echo then pointed to the smaller ship next to it, saying, “That one there will be for you, Jesse, and Kix.” The smallest ship there was a simple cruiser, but good enough for a few people to live on, and it was the one Echo pointed to next. “That ship there is where Wolffe and Mendax will be,” he concluded. Rex started to snicker to himself, and tried to cover it with one of his gloved hands. “Something funny, Captain?” Wolffe asked. Rex replied, “No no, it’s nothing. Just laughing at the arrangements.”

“And why is that?”

“You’ll have a ship alone with Mendax. And I don’t want to ruin the moment for the two virgins.”

Wolffe growled loudly at Rex’s comment, clenching the cup tightly in his hand. His voice lowered dangerously low, “How about you shut it, Captain? I’m sure you men would hate to see their leader suddenly get a black eye and busted lip.” Rex squinted at Wolffe, “You think your strength could save you there? You believe that you can take on the Captain of the 501st in a fist fight?”

“Oh, I know it would. My squadron regularly fights in the dirt, so what makes you think this will end with you winning against me.” The two brothers got up and stood in front of each other, Wolffe glaring slightly down at Rex and teeth bared. Rex seemed relatively calm, but a sneer was forming on his features. “How about you prove it, Commander?” Rex challenged. Wolffe stiffened and clenched his fists tight. The two of them raised their fits, ready to fight then and there. Hearing enough banter, I got up and decided to stop the impending fight.

“SILENCE! If you keep bickering, I’ll give you all a good reason to shut up!” The flames of the fire flared, and burned bright for a few moments. Silence followed my shout, besides the cracking of the firewood.

All the clones looked at me in shock, Jesse’s, Kix’s and Fives’ faces all slowly turned to smiles as they looked at Wolffe. He was staring at me, eyes wide and blinking as if he was processing what had happened. I could only imagine that my eyes changed, a little side effect of being Sith. If I was angry enough, they looked just like Maul’s. Rex sat down next to his men, “Sorry Sir.” I huffed, calming down and rubbing the back of my neck. Wolffe made a rumbly noise in the back of his throat, before stomping off. Gregor called out to him, “Where are you going, Wolffe?!”

“To relax! And hit the refresher!” The rest of the clones made attempts to bring Wolffe back, but it was in vain. He’d already entered the ship, and disappeared from view. I sat back down by the fire, hearing the clones burst into some sort of shanty, and had their arms around each other’s shoulders. It was touching, to see them still act like family even after everything. It was almost like Order 66 didn’t happen. But it did.

The moons of the planet were well in the sky, and it’d been nearly an hour since Wolffe went into the ship he and I would supposedly share. The fire was dying, as was the nightly commotion. There was less energy, less blood flowing through the clones’ veins. Growing restless of being quiet while the clones talked amongst themselves, I got up and put my cloak on. I mumbled, “Heading in for the night. . .” before trudging over to the shared ship. I stretched my limbs and back, beginning my walk towards the beds. There were at least five rooms, each one with a decently sized space and bed. Making my way down the hall, I passed by the way leading to the refresher. I paused, hearing that it was still on. “Wolffe must like long hot showers,” I thought to myself. I was about to walk on, when I heard quiet grunting, then what sounded like mumbling.

“Mendax-” I heard, barely heard over the water running in the refresher. A few curses followed, and I felt a bit of panic. Did he hurt himself? Did he know I was here? I slowly walked through the small locker room, seeing Wolffe’s armor and blacks resting on a bench. Moving past them, I peeked into the refresher room.

It was a line of refreshers in glass stalls on the opposite wall from the entrance. The floor was tile, leading into the locker room. Only one of the refreshers had their door closed, somewhat clouded up with steam. The amount of steam in the room made the air humid, and I was sure that my hair was starting to puff up with it. There was a towel on a hook nearby said refresher. Moving closer, but out of view, my face heated up as I looked at what was in front of me.

Wolffe was still in the refresher, but certainly not injured. His eyes were screwed shut, brow furrowed and biting his bottom lip. He was naked of course, water washing over him and moving down his body. Leaning against one of the tile walls of the refresher, one of his arms rested against the wall he leaned against, and his other was in front of him. He had hair on his chest, leading down to a nice trimmed happy trail leading down to his cock, where his hand was a bit. . . busy. He groaned again, his hand wrapped around his cock and moving faster. Wolffe’s head leaned back against the tile, his mouth slightly open now as a soft moan past his lips. He was close, very close.

“Fuck- Mendax~, I want you so bad~. . . Make me feel so good.” Wolffe’s voice was lower by an octave or two, rumbling and lustful.

I’d be lying if that didn’t cause some sort of feeling between my legs. He was so vulnerable, and definitely not bad to look at. We had had our differences before and were becoming something of friends, but this? It was a little unexpected.

Scrambling to get away, I made the mistake of kicking his helmet. It made a clatter that echoed through the whole of the locker room. Ashamed that I’d be caught. I hid behind the small wall of lockers in the middle of the changing room. The noise of the refresher being on stopped, and there was silence. Very tense silence. I heard the sound of bare feet walking on the tile, moving to where Wolffe’s armor was. They stopped, and the silence returned. He was behind the lockers, where I was hiding. Suddenly the footsteps sounded like they moved away and out to the hallway. I quietly breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. Slowly, I moved around closer to the refresher room and towards the edge of the locker wall. I peeked around, and looked for Wolffe. He wasn’t there, but his armor was still on the bench. That was odd. . . I turned back and collided with something solid and damp.

I pulled away and found myself staring into a pair of eyes, one an amber like brown, and the other a pale cybernetic white. I froze, and felt immensely flustered. Wolffe had a towel wrapped low around his hips, the happy trail disappearing under the soft white cloth. A few droplets were still moving down Wolffe’s body, and he felt very warm, even just by being so close to him. His cheeks were reddened, and a blank expression on his face. I gulped, swallowing down my nervousness and composing myself.

“What are you doing in here?” Wolffe asked, his voice low and rumbly like he was in the refresher. I cleared my throat and crossed my arms, “Was wondering why you were taking so long in the refresher.” Wolffe didn’t seem to buy my reasoning. He leaned down, trapping me with his hands on either side of my head.

“Really? And you didn’t hear anything?” I shook my head, not bearing to look Wolffe in the eyes. “Liar,” he growled out. He knew, of course he knew. One of his hands grabbed my jaw and forced me to face him.

“Look at me in the eye.” My eyes moved back to lock on Wolffe’s. His human eye was blown with lust, brown being swallowed by inky, hungry black. I found myself looking at his lips, and the feeling between my legs returned. Wolffe tilted my chin up, “I’ll be honest with you. When you said you’d give us a reason to shut up, my mind went to. .. less than innocent ideas. And I couldn’t sit with them all when you were right there and looking so . . . delicious.” I let out an exhale through my nose, and dared to ask, “Like what? Hmm?”

Wolffe let out a guttural growl, and the hand holding my chin moved down to my neck. He gave a light squeeze as his lips moved to whisper in my ear. “I want you to shut me up and kiss me until I forget my fucking name. . . I want to swallow all of your moans into my mouth, know the taste of your lips. I want to feel your tongue, and maybe stop your snark for once.” My thighs were twitching with his words; he didn’t even stutter. My hands found their way on his back, and I raked my nails down the muscle. “Would you like that? Would you like to have me?” he asked. I quietly replied, “I’ve never wanted anything more than that right now. . . but I don’t know what to do. . .”

“Then I’ll show you. . .” Wolffe’s hands found their way to my thighs and he picked me up with ease. He carried me down into the hallway and opened one of the doors leading to a bedroom. I was carried right to the bed, and the door closed behind him. It was doubtful that anyone would come barging in, so there was not much reason to lock it. He was already trying to take off my robes as he carried me, rushed kisses being pressed to my jawline. Wolffe was desperate, and the desire coursing through him was infectious.

His lips crashed against mine once my back hit the bed, and my legs were wrapped around his hips. They were softer than I anticipated, and much more intoxicating than I believed kisses should be. I felt drunk, limp as Wolffe pushed his tongue into my mouth and hands explored under my now messy robes. He made quick work of the top half of my clothing, almost ripped them in the process. Wolffe’s lips moved down to my neck; my head moved to the side so he had better access. A rumbling noise went through his chest like a building growl and he bit down into the flesh of my neck. He bit hard enough that I whined at the pinching pain. My feeble attempts of squirming were stopped by the weight of Wolffe moving on top of me: one of his thighs between mine, and hands pinning my wrists down. The gesture of biting and leaving dark bruises on my neck was repeated until my neck and collarbones were littered with the marks like a night sky, varying in size and color. Taking his time and kissing back up to my mouth, Wolffe gave me a tender, sweet kiss.

When he pulled away, I felt cold and my lips felt like they were buzzing. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while, in honesty. . .” Wolffe muttered, eyes looking over my face and his handiwork. His hands cradled my face lightly, like a feather caressing my skin. The innocence and purity of the gesture was lost when his thumb brushed over my lips and lightly tugged my bottom lip down. I opened my mouth and he pushed his thumb in, groaning as it was coated in my saliva. “Such a pretty little mouth,” he mumbled.

Wolffe pulled his hand away, then moved to pull off my pants. He started breathing heavily once he had a glance at the mess between my legs. “Fuck, you’re soaking,” was what he said. Without another word, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and knelt between my legs. Moving them so they rested on his shoulders, Wolffe began to mark up my thighs just like my neck. The feeling between my legs was starting to become unbearable, and I was aching to be touched. “You know, you could stop teasing and get to the point,” I grumbled. Wolffe responded by a smack on my thigh, looking up at me. The scene in front of me was sinful, and I thought it was all a dream since it seemed too good to be true.

“You want me to get to the point?” I nodded.

“Then I won’t stop til you’re begging,” he replied before moving his head down.

The feeling was heavenly, Wolffe’s tongue working through my folds and up to my clit. My hands found their way into his thick hair, tugging on his short black locks. He groaned at the action, then focused on working my clit. My body was twitching, and my back began to arch off of the bed. “Fuck- Oh Maker- Wolffe~!” were just a few of the words that spilled from my mouth out of pleasure. I tried to push him even closer, digging my heels into his muscular back and my thighs squeezing his head. It was almost embarrassingly fast how close I got in a matter of seconds, and my orgasm came with little warning. The pleasure was white hot, I felt like I was floating and my moans filled the room. Wolffe worked through it, and even a moment after I’d come down from the blissful high. My legs were twitching, and in the pale dim lights that were on in the room, I saw Wolffe look up at me with a smug look and my wetness on his chin. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, and hummed, “My assumption was correct, you do taste delicious.” I sighed and flopped back against the bed to catch my breath.

“Maker above, that was nice. . .” Wolffe chuckled at my comment.

“It’ll get better.”

“Hm?” I looked down to see Wolffe taking off his towel and his cock ready for attention. He was big, as far as I could tell. Moving himself closer, Wolffe held onto my legs and I felt him nudge my core. “I’ll go slow, ok?” His voice was quiet and gentle again. I pulled him down into a quick kiss, and gave a soft smile. “I know you won’t hurt me,” I said. Wolffe gave a short nod and held onto my waist. He pushed himself in slowly, and his jaw clenched tightly as he did. A struggling groan came from his mouth, and was joined by a weak moan of mine. Once fully in, he was panting and practically laying on top of me. Wolffe was cursing under his breath, resting his forehead against mine. “This feels- mm fuck- way better than I imagined. . . Fuck me, you’re killing me over here,” he managed to rasp out. As if I wasn’t aroused enough, his praise pushed me even further.

I held his face in my hands, watching as he looked at me with a half-lidded, dazed gaze. “You can move now,” I said. He didn’t move at first, and I was about to tell him again until he interrupted me.

With a voice lowering a good few octaves, he asked, “You want me to move, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes.” My impatience was getting to me.

Wolffe gave a grin, “Then beg.”

I could only assume I made a somewhat amusing shocked expression, because Wolffe chuckled. “You heard me, beg for me to move,” he said. I didn’t want to, at first. After all, I was a Sith and he was just a clone. I could’ve overpowered him and take control easily, yet I didn’t. My desire was getting the best of me, and I could barely move from underneath him. So I begged for Wolffe.

“Please- Please move, I need you.”

“Please who? What do you call me, sweetheart?” This was near torture at this point, but I went along.

“Please Sir. . . Please move~.” He smiled again, and pressed a quick kiss to my cheek.

“There’s my good girl~.”

Wolffe moved slowly, but Maker did it feel great. The slow drag of him against my walls was enough to make me start digging my nails into his shoulders. He wasn’t patient though; soon he was sitting up and setting a brutal pace. I was moaning, loud enough to probably end up being heard from the hallway. Wolffe’s brow was furrowed, but the smug grin on his face told me that he was enjoying having power over me. “Moaning like a bitch for me, and I’m the only one who can do that, right?~ Only I can make you moan and desperately beg~.” I tried to growl at him, to try and show that I didn’t like the degradation. My body betrayed me, and I could only moan and try to move in response instead. He was growling and panting, keeping his pace and his gaze staying on me. “Look at you, covered in my marks and bites. Kriffing beautiful and all mine to look at~. All fucking mine~.” Given that biting seemed to be the way he showed his affection, it was no surprise that it came with possessiveness as well. When one of his hands came down to rub my clit, I was already close again.

“Maker- Wolffe, Sir- I’m so fucking close-”

“You close? You wanna make a mess all over my cock? You wanna beg for me to make you finish?”

All of the pride and dignity I had was long gone by then, and of course I begged. Of course I said, “Yes, please! Please, Sir!” I was glad he was so merciful. He replied, “Now, you can finish.” And I did, shaking and grabbing at the sheets. I heard myself almost yelling, and I’m pretty sure I screamed out Wolffe’s name too. Wolffe’s pace stuttered, and began to get sloppy. Not a few moments later, he finished as well, spilling himself inside of me and throwing his head back in bliss. He made what sounded like a groan, or maybe he was biting back a moan. Either way, we were both very satisfied by the end.

In a dazed and half awake state, we managed to fix ourselves under the sheets and get comfortable. I found myself clinging to Wolffe’s side, resting my head on his chest as his arm was wrapped around me. His thumb traced small circles into my back. A realization came to me that night; I’d fallen for him. Badly. I didn’t have the heart to tell him then, but I knew I would when the time was right. With fatigue pulling at my eyelids, I curled up next to Wolffe and slept soundly for the first time in a good while.

Bonus:

The clones were heading to their ships for the night, but they made a decision to just crowd the ship farthest away from Mendax and Wolffe. In a crowded and simple room with bunks, the clones whispered to each other. “I told you it would happen, now pay up!” Fives whisper-yelled to Echo. Echo begrudgingly handed him a few credits, and huffed. Jesse was also passing credits in the dimness. Rex sat up slightly and rubbed his eyes, “Men, what are you doing?” Fives gave a half-hearted laugh, “I’m surprised you slept through it. Wolffe and Mendax just did the deed. I made a bet that they would do it tonight, so now the boys owe me. Well, except you and Gregor.” Fives looked over to Gregor, who was busy hiding his head under his pillow. “I think he’s scarred for life,” Jesse added. Kix interrupted, “Yeah yeah, you won. Now can we sleep?” “They should be done now,” Fives replied. Rex rolled his eyes and went back to sleep.

“Go to bed, boys.”

“. . . Yes Sir.”

There was a brief silence, and a moment of peace.

“. . . Should we tell them we heard?”

“No way, Jesse. They’d kill us.”

“. . . What if we told Maul and Eli when they get back, Fives?”

“They’d kill them, well, Maul would.”

Another silence.

“. . . Who do you think started it?”

“GO TO BED, BOYS!”

“Sorry, Rex. . .”

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