#Admittedly rushed but HEY! It’s a first try I’ll take it.

[sideswipesjetpack]

silly’s sillies

And an attempt on their TFONE looks sunstreakers design is based on @itsmespicaa!! One!!

[porcalinecunt]

Hear me out: Jason todd with a pathetic fem criminal/thief he loves to play with involving gunplay

- heart anon ❤

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘!

🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩 you couldn’t be a decent criminal for shit, so much so, the red hood himself has rather ulterior motives . . .

⋆˚࿔ FEATURING . . 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ JASON TODD X FEM! READER

° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . cw — rough sex, semi public, slight gunplay, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, breeding, jason being a bully :<

[・:。author’s note ! 「 ✉️ 」・𓂃 ࣪˖ i kinda hate this lol, sorry if my writing falls off towards the end. i haven’t touched this draft in MONTHS [sobs]

“i-i won’t hesitate!”

“yeah..threatening the guy with the ak-47..”

he scoffs, barely clutching onto the military grade weapon as if he knows you’d miss every last one of your shots from the tiny pistol you held. your shakey hands were already such a dead giveaway.

petite, timid and easy to snap in two. that’s enough to have the red hood himself laughing at your pathetic attempts to intimidate him. he almost wondered how Black Mask’s goons allowed you through just to grab a nice stash of hard drugs, most likely to sell for a ridiculous price.

“look little girl, put the pistol down and i’ll make it easier for ya. don’t gotta act all tough on me..” the barrel of the rifle faced the floor, clearly he doesn’t wish to waste a bullet on your airheaded self.

there’s my chance! you thought to yourself, rushing past the vigilante and booking it to the stairwell. a grin stretched your lips, how easy was that? and he’s meant to be the best!

as if red hood heard your thoughts, the larger figure dropped down from the ceiling right in front of you with an ear shattering thud! stopping dead in your tracks, you threw a hasty punch that was easily blocked before red hood yanked you by the wrist and threw you onto the wall next to you. not even a second went by before you felt his build press against your smaller figure. trapped.

“h-hey! let me go you prick!” you whined and pouted, trying to push your way out with no success. he didn’t even feel like another man, more like a wall.

amidst the struggle, you heard a small chuckle before the red hood succumbed to laughter. he was fucking laughing, at you. angry, you weakly elbowed him in the rib which did next to nothing. it only earned you another wheeze and chuckles from the hooded bastard.

“awe, what’s the matter? can’t fight back? is this your first crime girl?”

you looked back with an angry pout, his white eyes that were basically holes in that bulky helmet of his narrowed in amusement. an expression that admittedly, gave you a case of butterflies. the way he taunted you, laughed at you, even looked at you. fuck, you wondered if he was seeing anyone outside of fighting crime.

your facial expression must’ve shifted, as the masked vigilante tilted his head. “got something to say to me, little girl?”

his eyes widened a little after saying that, probably because of the way you began to press against his own body. whether you knew it or not, you’re practically arching, pressing your ass against his crotch. it really didn’t help that you were wearing a tight one piece that showed off every curve and shape of your figure.

it didn’t take long before red hood picked up on your intentional eye fucking, backing up to allow enough space for him to grab your hips and roam around your body. the red hood was a greedy one, grabbing and squeezing every bit of flesh he felt on you until he finally found your breasts. his hand alone covered the whole thing, that’s how huge he was. a sudden and rather harsh squeeze made you jump.

"don't be rough!" you whined as the crime lord gently massaged the sore flesh, only to give it another squeeze and forcing a yelp out of your throat. "you're mean..!"

"awe, am i? thought you were a big girl with that prissy attitude and the gaul to act all tough with me.." jason cooed in a mocking tone. even through the material of your bodysuit, you could feel him growing harder and harder against your ass. your stomach was in knots from the sheer length of this man, yet you never fessed up as his fingers found the zipper hidden in the fabric. . . .

you couldn't make a noise, not with jason's huge palm over your slobbering mouth while his cock pistons in and out of your ruined cunt. two orgasms ripped out of you yet he refuses to stop for even a breath, or to take off that stupid helmet.

"c'mon..i know you got another in ya." he grunted, smacking your left thigh which was covered in hand prints from the earlier rounds. you weren't wrong when you called him mean earlier, the way he discarded your bodysuit to him throwing you against different surfaces like a ragdoll. now, he has you over the stair railing while he brutally fucks you from behind.

your knees buckled from the pressure as you clung onto the dirty railing for dear life, the skin on your ass a bright red from his hips slamming against it. you turned your head slightly to meet those white eyes that bore themselves into your brain, how you wish he just took it off to see who's actually fucking you mid failed heist. stupidly, you reached out behind to try and pry even a little, only for a gun cocking to startle you frozen.

"fuck you think you're doing? thought you were slick huh.."

a breathy chuckle followed, as you heard the subtle clicks of the gun inching closer and closer to your ear until the barrel was pressed right below your jaw. you didn’t know if it was fear or arousal, but nonetheless, the next thing you knew was your stuffed cunt clenching around jason’s girth like a vice.

“ohh..you like this, do you?” he started, caressing the gun against your bruised skin. the cold outer was a sharp yet welcoming contrast to the hot air that suffocated you beneath his weight. you mewled in response, practically strangling his cock the harder you clenched.

the vigilante picked up his pace, groaning in your ear as he pointed the firearm below your jaw as if you were a hostage. a strangled moan echoed throughout the stairs and your knees buckled, prompting jason to wrap an arm around your waist.

“m’gonna..m’gonna cum..please..” you sighed, screwing your eyes shut as the knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter.

“cum f’me girl…don’t fuck this up too..” jason chuckled from the mean jab as his dick twitched against your cervix. before you could respond to his passive aggressive remark, you’re vision went white as a sudden wave of heat filled your ruined pussy. your vision blurred as jason fucked his cum deep into your cunt, not allowing a drop to slip out.

“atta girl..maybe you aren’t as stupid as i thought..”

jason tapped the gun against your thigh as he continues to move his hips against yours, not caring about the fact you could barley hold on at this point.

another round wouldn’t hurt, especially with the antics you’ve pulled today.

© porcalinecunt 🪽ᯓᡣ𐭩ྀི do not steal, translate, or use my work and claim as your own.

[hotnbloodied]

Yan!Scaramouche (Wanderer) X Reader

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

Setting: You are a young researcher who thought Scaramouche was super cool and knowledgeable when you first laid eyes on him, surely you can be friends with him right?

TW: Unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship, obsession, dub-con kissing

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!!

He might not have stood out to other people during the Akademiya Extravaganza regardless though, people knew him around the Akademiya for his vast knowledge and the extravaganza was where you first learned about his existence. You were a young researcher yourself from the Vahumana Darshan so you looked up to him. You really wanted to get to know your senior a bit more so you asked around trying to see if you could meet him.

This doesn’t go unnoticed by Wanderer who confronts you one day. “What do you want?” He says in a slightly annoyed tone, “you’re going around causing a ruckus.” “I’m sorry! I just really wanted to meet you, you were so cool during the Akademiya Extravaganza that I just couldn’t help but want to meet you in person!” “Hmph, well, here I am.”

The two of you met up more and more as you loved hearing him talk about his vast knowledge, admittedly though his gloating sometimes was a bit much even for you. You started packing lunches for him as a form of thanks for him helping you with your research which he responded by saying it was ‘unnecessary’ only to leave a clean box each time. This went on for months and when your research paper was finally completed you celebrated by inviting him out to eat at a restaurant. “It was thanks to you that I was finally able to publish my paper!” “Hmph, it was nothing. Even an ant could have done it.” You laughed at his harsh tone, “I’ll be out of your hair now, let’s toast to a research well done!” He didn’t respond to that only to look pissed throughout the rest of dinner.

The next day he expected you to knock on his door again just like you’ve been doing for months but you never showed up. In fact for the next two weeks he didn’t see a hair nor shadow from you. It drove him almost insane to the point when he saw another researcher he knew he'd seen you giggling and conversing with before, he had to hold back on taking out his frustrations on them. “Hey you,” he called out to them. “Huh? Yes?” “Where is [y/n]?” “Didn’t you hear? Rumors say that they were called home to attend a marriage meeting.”

Scaramouche turned and walked away from the confused researcher. Marriage meeting? Then what were all those times when you praised him, when you brought him lunches, when you asked him about his day? Where they all lies? How dare you lead him on? The more he thought the more he fell to his delusions. Little did he know it wasn’t a marriage meeting, in fact it was only due to you being invited to attend your cousin’s wedding. By the time you were back in Sumeru city you missed being around the hustle and bustle. But since entering the city again you felt this nagging feeling of being watched which you brushed off as just being tired from the trip.

Right after you returned to your quaint little apartment someone immediately knocked on the door, much to your confusion. You were face to face with Scaramouche. “What are you–” before you could continue he pushed you to the ground, hand over your mouth as a strange wind shut the door behind him. Panic quickly made blood rush to your head as you looked up only to be met not with the usual smug aloof expression but one of devastation as tears flowed freely from his eyes. “Why did you leave me?!” “Huh…?” “If you were going to leave me in the end, why did you treat me like I was special?!” “Scara–”

Lips crashed with yours and sucking with such force that you thought he was trying to suck the soul out of you, it got to the point where your head felt tingly from not being able to breath well. After the intense make out session he clung to your body and wouldn’t let go. “It doesn’t matter where you go from now on…I will never leave your side.”

[y3ager]

SHE OURS.

— hamon training has left joseph and caesar oh so high strung… you’ll be a good little helper and give them a hand while lisa lisa and suzie q are gone, won’t you?

joseph j. x black!fem!reader x caesar z.

tags: canonverse, smut, mmf threesome, oral sex (m receiving), double penetration, spitroasting. creampie. minors dni.

“CAESAR! JOSEPH! JUST a few more minutes and i’ll have lunch ready for you guys.” dusting flour off your apron, you smiled sheepishly. “had to run down to the market, we were out of butter! us! out of butter! crazy, huh?” you turned to the stovetop and carefully fished the gently coiled nests of freshly made pasta noodles from the pot of boiling water. “i decided to try my hand at that squid ink pasta you keep raving about, jojo, i really hope it’s to your liking.”

“…, you spoil me!” joseph grinned brightly. as exhausted as he acted while walking through the threshold to the kitchen, he suddenly had the energy to rush up to you and wrap his arms around you tight, pulling you flush against the front of his body. bending his head down, his smile turned impish as he got close to your ear. “keep it up, and i might have to make you my wife.”

“get off the lady, joseph. she’s cooking, and you reek like a pigsty,” caesar scrutinized as your face burned hot. you hoped you could conceal it with the heat wafting off from the stovetop. “hey, …, do you know where master and suzie q are?”

“they told me they had business to attend to in the city. good news is they’ll be gone for a while, so you two have time to eat and rest for a bit.” you squirmed in joseph’s grip. “jojo,” you whine. “i can’t make your plate if you don’t let go. it’s like you’re gonna crush me.”

joseph’s arms loosened, but it wasn’t the only thing that changed about him. at this newfound knowledge his eyes darkened, unbeknownst to you, of course. he glanced over at caesar. for once, mild annoyance didn’t immediately cross his face. his pretty features were instead being decorated with a small smirk. he knew what joseph was thinking just like joseph knew what he was thinking. gone, and for a while, huh?

“you know, you really do take good care of us, …, and i fear we don’t appreciate it enough.” finally, joseph released you from the cage that was his arms, backing up to give you enough space to plate the food. his interest in that, however, was quickly waning. he wanted something else. “i know we’re a handful. caesar more than i.” the italian scoffed.

“you two do plenty. i mean, what can you do? you’re always so busy. i’m just happy i can show i care by doing the most i can to help you.” now free, you had the space to plate the steaming food on perfectly white porcelain plates. next, you scrutinized the two bottles of wine you brought up from the cellar, suddenly unsure of which one you wanted to pair with this late lunch. joseph’s and caesar’s staring certainly didn’t help your indecisiveness. “but now you’re making me nervous staring at my back! it feels like you’re gonna glare holes through me.

“go, shoo-shoo!” you turned and attempted to usher the two men out of the expansive kitchen and towards the dining room of the manor, first nudging the brunet, who kindly entertained your admittedly weak shoving by pretending to exit, and then the blond when he was close enough. you managed to get them closer and closer to the threshold, but only because they let you. “i can bring the plates to you, i can’t expect you to eat standing up! rest while you have a chance. show your appreciation by doing this.”

caesar stopped himself by placing his hand on the the doorframe. “i know you must’ve spent so much time cooking for us and believe me when i say we appreciate it, but i think we want something else.”

"for once i agree with ol' caes! do you mind doing something else for us big fools? we promise it'll be worth your while..."

a cute furrow forms in your brow as you stare up at the two men. "oh, uh, sure!" you exclaim, a bit unsure. the two working in tandem sets off enough alarms in your head, but you know they would sooner die than lead you astray. "what is it that you need...?"

“open your mouth for me, baby.” your face burns as you look up at joseph, his deviously charming crooked smile twinkling back at you. obediently, though, you open your mouth, sticking out your cute little tongue for the joestar. “good girl,” he coos. he languidly strokes his cock with one hand, coaxing it from semi-hard to full on throbbing. with the other, he presses down on your tongue with his thumb. “suck— there ya go, just like that. a little pro, huh? now can you do that with this?” after staring into your glazed over eyes for a few moments, he retracts his hand. a thin line of drool connects his thumb to your tongue. “use your words.”

“y-yes, jo— oh, g-god!” caesar’s hand has moved to your throat, lightly clenching as he eases his heavy cock into your dripping cunt. “c-c— ohh, fuck! please!”

“i’ve been fantasizing about this ever since i first witnessed how your skin glittered under the venitian sun, cara mia.” that caesar, ever the casanova even while he was balls deep inside of you, hips easing back and forth slowly. for now. “how beautiful you look under me, taking me so well. always such a good girl for me. for us.”

a shaky moan passes by your lips before you're reminded of the other man in the vast bed. joseph taps the tip of his dick onto your plump bottom lip, gently reminding you of your other task. eagerly, you open your drooling mouth and with gentility you didn't know the joestar possessed, he pushes himself past your mouth. your lips press firmly around him, your moans a pleasurable vibration on his cock.

you're completely at their mercy now, but there's no place you'd rather be. caesar has hiked up your legs and thrown them around his hips to get the leverage he needs to really fuck into you. joseph might have been soft before, but now there's purpose behind his thrusts deep into your throat. their hands are everywhere, groping your breasts and brown, pebbled nipples, your swollen clit, it's nearly too much to bare.

"oh, please. oh, fuck. fuck me, please." what a chatty little thing you are! pumping joseph's spit soaked dick with your soft hand, you beg and plead the italian to keep going, don't stop. "i'm gonna cum, please," you sob.

"of course, tesoro. cum for me." leaning over slightly, caesar drills into you until you unravel and writhe on the sweaty sheets. your orgasm washing over you, the blond pulls out only to paint your brown cunt white. the sight is enough to send joseph over the edge. with a loud, low groan he cums as well, spilling white over your lips and part of you cheek. you lick it away eagerly. everyone’s panting, bodies numb and slick with a thin layer of sweat.

joseph, unsurprisingly, breaks the silence first. “you have another one in there for us, don’t you, pretty girl? you’ll love this, too.” he’s maneuvering the two of you, his back against the headboard before he pulls you up to place you in his lap, your back against his chest.

“jojo,” caesar starts.

“oh, don’t act high and mighty now! like you haven’t fantasized about this too.”

“about.. what..?” dickdrunk as you are you can’t say you appreciate them talking like you’re not even there.

joseph’s hand easily envelopes your face, gently squeezing your cheeks until you lips form a gentle pout. “us fucking you at the same exact time.” his other hand slides down your body until it meets you cunt, making you shiver. “now, you would love that, wouldn’t you?” two of his fingers sink deep inside, walls still so wet and warm.

“yes, ohh, y-yes.. please.. please…” you open your legs wider so the joestar can have even more access, missing how caesar swallows thickly.

“look at her,” joseph coos before looking up at caesar, grinning mischievously. “we can’t keep the poor lady waiting.”

caesar tries to maintain his gentleman image but the needy, wanton, downright slutty look in your hazed over eyes has all the blood in his body rushing straight from his brain to his dick. the wetness dripping down from your folds proves to be just the lubricant joseph needs, his thick tip pressing into your back hole and making you shudder in pleasure. “jojo,” you whine.

“that’s a good girl,” he praises, one hand easing up to fondle your tit, fingers pressing and pinching your nipple.

“caes,” you call out, still getting stretched by joseph but wanting more. seemingly at you beck and call, he sidles forward, lining himself up with your awaiting hole. "fuck m- oh, fuck." you feel impossibly full as the italian slides his dick deep inside you. the two work together in tandem, with one of them sliding out of you as the other pushes inside, keeping you stuffed. once again, you're nearly overwhelmed as you're sandwiched between the two men, their moans low and heavy in your ears. "feels s' fuckin good.." your back arches up, chest pressing into caesar's as your cunt flutters and clenches. "s-so.. much.." they speed up, making you bit your lip and clench your fists had, body trembling.

"give it to us, love. let it out." joseph pumps his hips harder, his own orgasm coming closer and closer. the mild shakiness in caesar's thrusts signaling his own.

it's too much now, them pressing so deep into you finally pushes you over the edge with a loud cry, their own cum quickly spilling from your spent holes.

everyone falls away, caesar next to the of you on his chest, joseph with his back against the headboard with a loud sigh, and you on top. hearts are racing, chests heaving in greedy gulps of thick air. wits about you after a couple minutes, you realize you want to continue helping them out.

a/n: blah blah no anal w/o proper lube blah blah i never claimed to be an accurate sex narrator

never written for jjba b4 but pt 2 had the writing juices flowing last year! yes, this is from last year… 🫠

[ladylooch]

Something angst ? What about the first big fight with miles ?

-👢

The margarita in my hand tastes incredible after a long day at work. I’m with my co-worker, Jen, sharing in a moment of celebration after completing a big, 6 month long project. 

“To us!” She cheers me. “I am so glad that is done.”

“Until next year.”

“No, don’t remind me.” She groans. “If you even work here next year. You might be a trophy wife by then.” I snort on my drink, coughing and shaking my head no. 

“I don’t think so. I like working.”

“That’s what they all say. My friend married a professional basketball player, she was going to keep working too. Now she spends her days renovating their three houses.”

“Basketball players make more money the hockey players.” I wave off.

“So are you saying it’s a possibility?” I blush. 

“I mean, I hope so.” I murmur, smoothing out my cocktail napkin.

“It seemed pretty serious at the Christmas party. He couldn’t take his hands off you.” She’s right. His hands were glued to my ass, hip or side the whole night. He turned into the perfect charmer and shared endless stories of his seven NHL seasons in New Jersey. My boss demanded Miles come to the next team happy hour, but unfortunately Miles was out of town. It’s come up every day since though.

“It’s… getting there.” I giggle, then proceed to tell Jen all about the ways our relationship is escalating into something more than dating. Notably is our goodbyes when he goes on the road. He whines and gives multiple goodbye kisses and lingers in the apartment a lot longer than he should. Plus there is that little detail of him wanting to replace my old beater of a car.

“He wants to buy you a car!?” Jen shrieks as I finish. “You need to lock that shit up, babe.”

“Okay there is more to him than his job and money!”

“Yeah he’s also ridiculously hot.” I choke on my margarita, beginning to laugh and nod along. There is no reason to deny it. “Speak of the Devil… is that Miles?” She asks, pointing at a spot over my shoulder. I glance behind me as I’m taking a sip of my margarita. 

“Uh. Yeah. That is.”

“Who is he with?” She wonders as I set my drink back down on the bar. 

“His parents.” I’m a little embarrassed. I was just telling Jen all about how I think things with Miles are getting more serious. We have been spending more time than apart these days. I stay over at his place for days on end, only going home to grab more of my items and move them over to his place. I’ve even stopped leaving his place when he heads out on the road. He likes me in his bed.

But now he is here with his parents. All he told me tonight was that he had people in town from back home and they were catching an early dinner.

“Oh, have you met them?”

“No.” I shake my head. “Didn’t know they were in town either.”

“Oh….” She trails off. She grimaces slightly, but tries to hide it with her glass of Prosecco. I keep my back towards the door, hoping they will be seated away from us. They are, but unfortunately are in the path to head to the bathroom, which I need to use before heading… home? I was going to go to Miles’ place, but now I’m not sure what to do. We both suck our drinks down as the bar gets more and more crowded from the afterwork rush.

“Do you want to stay longer. Or?” Jen wonders.

“No, I’m going to use the bathroom then head out.”

“Okay, I’m going to sneak out now. Wanna put the kids to bed with my hubs.”

“Of course.” I hug her quick, then send her off to the front while I head to the bathroom. I try not to make eye contact with anyone at Miles’ table, figuring I’ll slip by and head out without being detected. I am seemingly successful.

But when I come out of the bathroom, Miles is leaning against the wall, waiting.

“Hey.” He breathes out, worry on his face.

“Oh hey.” I try for a smile but it’s admittedly a lame attempt.

“Um, I’m here with my parents.”

“I saw.” 

“I’m sorry. I-”

“It’s cool. You don’t want me to meet them. But let me guess, I should come over later?” I’ve heard this shit before. This was my last “boyfriend’s” MO. I thought Miles was different though. It felt different.

“Come over if you want to, but not in the way you’re referring.” He stuffs his hands into his pockets.

“I’m going to my place. Have a good night.” I lean forward, kissing his cheek. He laces our fingers together to halt me. 

“You’re upset. Can I please explain?” I shrug, looking down at the grey tiled floor. A man scoots by us to continue on towards the bathroom. “I really like you. And I have been telling my parents about you, but I wanted to… coach them a bit before you met them. I was planning on asking you to meet them tomorrow.” I stare back at him, unconvinced. “In the past, they have gotten really excited about meeting someone I am with. They come off really strong and it freaks women out. I wanted to talk to them about how to act… so they didn’t scare you off.” 

“Miles, if you haven’t scared me off with your missing teeth and cuts all over your face, I don’t think your parents can.” His goofy chuckle shakes his big shoulders and I feel the tension leave my frame a bit.

“My mom is literally going to ask you if you will birth my babies tonight. Are you sure?”

“About her asking or having your babies?” Miles pauses for a moment, mouth dropping slightly open. 

“Um… both?” He asks curiously.

“I’ll have your gigantic babies. But if we are doing this, we’re swinging for the fences and trying to four.”

“Oh… god.” He sputters.

“I’m kidding.” We both laugh together, then he tugs me back into his body. I rest my hand on his chest, rubbing over his sweater.

“I feel like an ass.”

“You kinda acted like one. It would have been nice to have a heads up, rather than ‘people I know’ are in town.” 

“Yeah. Can we start over?”

“Sure.”

“My parents are in town. Will you have dinner with us?”

“I would love to.” Miles pushes out an anxious sigh, then takes the lead to bring you back to the table. 

[steponmeinejghafa]

I’m Here

Summary: Alina helps you calm down after the whole ordeal at the Lantsov Palace during the engagement party.

Note: You’re Nikolai’s twin sister, but unlike him, you decided to stay in the First Army, and enlisted earlier than him, which is how you know Alina.

Alina Starkov x Fem!Lantsov!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of nervousness, overwhelm, anxiety.

———

Chaos. That’s how you’d describe the scene. Everyone screaming and running for their lives as the nichevoya invaded the party.

Your battlefield instincts kicked in and you were quick to guide the Queen and the other guests to safety. As Alina’s second in command, it was your duty to take over when she couldn’t.

However, your efforts were curbed by an adrenaline-shattering, panic-inducing attack by one nichevoya, which saw you helping the others. To save the Queen you gave her a shove so great that she stumbled and almost fell out of the doors, before you were cornered by the monster.

It grabbed you by the ankle, lifted you in the air, and was about to bite your head clean off when a burst of light burned it away, making you fall by about eight feet from the air right smack into the marble floor. Your heart was racing and you ignored the pulsing pain in your side from the impact.

“Y/n! Come on!” Said Alina, already at the door. She gestured wildly for you, but you hesitated as anxiety spread through your system, two nichevoya towering over you.

“She’s panicking,” Alina realised, her eyes going wide. “Run out, I’ll be right behind you.”

With thirty seconds of heroic adrenaline pumping through her veins, Alina surged forward through some stragglers and caught your frozen figure by the wrist.

You snapped out of your fear and looked at her with eyes wide as saucers, clearly not able to handle the moment.

“I’ve got you,” said the Saint, her grip on your wrist tightening. “Come, quick!”

With a sharp yank of your arm she brought you into reality, pulling you out the banquet hall doors and leading you to the others.

“Go, I’ll be right there,” she said, kissing your forehead and pointing at where everyone was.

She caught sight of Aleksander, and was quick to begin following.

Nadia saw you struggling and grabbed your hand to pull you with them into their hiding place.

“Wait…” Tamar realised, “Where’s Alina?”

Moments later, Adrik brought Alina to the tunnel they had to go through.

The Darkling appeared, his nichevoya by his side, scaring every last ounce of courage from you. Your eyes were riveted on the monsters, and when it was time to run, you bolted so fast no one could see you.

“Y/n!” Exclaimed your brother, seeing your panicked state when you rushed inside. “What happened?”

“Nichevoya…” you trembled and shook like a leaf in the autumn wind, barely able to speak. “B-brother…”

Nikolai was quick to give you a hug, trying his best to calm you down. “It’s okay, Y/n, calm yourself, they’re all gone.”

Alina rushed in, looking for you, and found you panicking in Nikolai’s arms.

“I’ve got her, you tend to the others. I know how to handle this,” she said, gently holding your hand and pulling you aside.

“Y/n, look at me,” she whispered, holding your face in her hands. “Look at me, darling.”

With difficulty, her voice broke through your racing thoughts, and you looked at her to meet her eyes.

“Follow my breathing,” she said gently, breathing deeply and exaggeratedly to demonstrate.

You nodded and followed, your eyes fixed on hers as you registered her touch on your cheeks. Slowly and steadily your breathing evened out, and after a lot of effort, you calmed down.

“I’m sorry, I have to work on my battlefield skills. You shouldn’t have to calm me down like this—“ You mumbled, admittedly embarrassed of the ordeal.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” Alina interrupted you, her thumbs stroking your cheeks. “Don’t worry about it.”

“No, I’m your second-in-command, I can’t be so anxious all the time…back in the army this sort of act will be considered cowardly…” you trailed off, eyes fixed on the floor.

Alina moved her hands from your face and tilted your chin up so you’d meet her gaze. She held your hands tightly and said, “You being anxious is not considered cowardly. If anything, you’re stronger than ever. Your decisions are calculated, you always think of a Plan B,” seeing you still not convinced, she added, “And this isn’t the First Army. This is my Grisha Army. And here, I will make sure no one dares accuse you of cowardice my love.”

“Thank you, Lina…” you smiled, pulling her in for a hug, laughing into her shoulder with relief. “I love you.”

“I love you too, darling,” replied the sun summoner. “So much.”

Just then, one of the Grisha outside interrupted your tender moment by sticking his head past the door, saying, “Captain Lantsov, the queen has requested your presence in her quarters.”

“Shit,” you swore, under your breath, moving away from Alina. You looked at the man and said, “I’ll be right there.”

“Good luck with your dragon of a mother,” laughed your girlfriend, kissing your cheek.

“I will definitely need it,” you sighed dejectedly and trudged to your mother’s room.

You knocked on the door and said, “May I come in, my Queen?”

“Enter,” said your mother curtly, and you did so, snapping to attention when you entered.

Her cold glare towards you and rigid posture in her seat told you that you were in for a scolding, definitely.

Despite being an adult, you still had to resist the urge to cower under her steely gaze, remembering every time she made sure to have Nikolai spared of lashings, and encouraged yours to be gone through with. She reminded you constantly how you’d forever be second to Nikolai, and never failed to show you to whom her affection really leaned towards.

“Disgraceful,” she spat, bringing you to reality. “Absolutely disgraceful, Y/n. I am ashamed of your show of complete cowardice in that chaos which broke through.”

“My apologies, Mother,” you said sheepishly.

She snapped at you, “Don’t call me ‘Mother’ when you wear that uniform,” she stood in front of you, scowling. “What kind of way was that to rescue your Queen?”

“I— uh—“ you stuttered, unable to find the words to explain.

“Well?” She said impatiently. “I haven’t got all day, Captain Lantsov!”

“My apologies, my Queen,” you said. “I’m afraid your rescue and escort from the scene was haphazard and not the way any soldier should protect their queen. I will do better next time.”

“I’ve always disliked this…condition you have,” scoffed the Queen, moving away and picking up a grape from the bowl on her bedside table. “Your fidgeting and constant nervousness is so strange.”

“I’m afraid I’m born with it,” you explained, using every ounce of willpower not to cry. “It will plague me till the end of my days, my Queen.”

“It makes you cowardly,” she reinforced. “A knee-knocking nursery child is what this…this thing makes you. How you ever became the Sun Summoner’s second-in-command is beyond me. Freezing in battle, simply shoving your Queen out of a room instead of escorting as you should. All against your oath and against the honour code the First Army soldiers live by.”

There was a knock on the door, and you looked at your mother, who motioned for you to open it. When you did, Alina stood there with a glint of fury in her eyes.

“Your Majesty,” she said, entering the room. “I was just passing by and I completely forgot to tell you, I think Captain Lantsov might need a few days of rest from her duties.”

“Why so?” Scoffed the queen. “She is quite healthy, as I see it.”

“I’m afraid she isn’t as healthy as you perceive. Her leg is badly injured from the attack inflicted on her by the nichevoya,” explained Alina. “While doing her duty in keeping you safe, she took quite a hit, I must say. Had it not been for my light, she would’ve never survived the attack despite her efforts to save herself.”

“Y/n,” said the Queen, looking at you, “Was the attack as bad as she says? Were you hurt

You nodded, snapping to proper attention, “Yes, my Queen. I was following my oath to the Crown and as a soldier, it is my sworn duty to lay my life down if need be, should your life be in danger. I got injured in the process, is all.”

Tatiana looked at you with watery eyes and said, “Very well then, Y/n. At ease, dear.”

You loosened your posture, looking at Alina with an expression that thanked her. She’d saved you from your mother’s wrath yet again.

“Would you leave us be for a moment, Sankta Alina?” Said the Queen, looking at your girlfriend.

“Of course,” smiled the sun summoner, winking at you before leaving the room.

Tatiana moved on over to you, and engulfed you in a hug, which took you by surprise.

“I cannot believe I almost lost you,” she said quietly. “I was blind to your efforts, my dear, and I apologise.”

Despite feeling no need to accept her apology, you sighed, “It’s alright, Mother. You meant none of it, I’m sure.”

“Of course not,” she said, stepping back as you awkwardly dusted off your jacket. “You may go now. I suspect you have other things to attend to.”

You nodded and saluted to her, before walking out of the room, heaving a sigh of relief when you closed the door.

Alina rushed up to you, excusing herself from Nikolai, saying, “Well?”

“She…had the audacity to hug me and say she’d got it all wrong.” You said with a smidge of irritation in your tone. “And obviously I had to forgive her so…”

Alina sighed and leaned up a bit to press a kiss to your forehead, smiling, “Well…on the bright side, you weren’t dismissed from duty.”

“As if work is ever a bright side,” you scoffed good-naturedly and kissed her lips.

Maybe, with Alina by your side, this whole ordeal could be managed…

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Hi! It’s me, Anne! I hope you liked this story! Do leave requests and show this post some love! <333

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Piper was standing at her locker at school when she heard a lilting voice say behind her, “Hey Pipes.” She turned, and her face flushed as she looked at her ex-girlfriend Malaya. “My moms, Fin, and I decided we love Mt. Komorebi but missed home so we moved back.” She said, hugging Piper tightly. “Plus I missed you.” She added softly, checking Piper out. “See? I’m even wearing the necklace you gave me on my birthday.” She pointed out, gesturing to her neck where the heart pendant was. “Mal, I-” Piper cleared her throat but Malaya continued. “I was thinking we go to Hogan’s Burger Bar like old times, and catch up over cheese fries and vanilla milkshakes. My treat.” She added, smiling. “I’m sorry, Mal but I’m with someone else now.” Piper said in a rush. Malaya’s brown eyes darkened. “Wait what? Who?” Piper blushed. “Cameron Kang, but she goes by Cam. She’s new and transferred from San Myshuno and we met a few weeks ago and started going out.” Malaya nodded, trying not to frown as Piper smiled saying Cam’s name. “Oh okay.” She said, but her voice was too light. “Listen, I’ve got to get to first period before Principal P catches me chatting in the hallway.” Piper said quickly. “But I’ll see you around.” Malaya nodded. “See you.” She said, but she didn’t look at Piper.

Malaya stood there for a few seconds, feeling her heart thump loudly. She felt guilty for thinking it, but she couldn’t believe Piper had moved on. Sure, Malaya had dated Yukito, the girl in her ballet class back in Mt. Komorebi, but she always thought she and Piper were going to eventually get back together. She had even planned out taking Piper to Hogan’s Burger Bar once she got back, and kissing her and rekindling things between them. She wondered who this Cam was anyway, and pulled out her phone to check simstagram for her full name, Cameron Kang. Malaya grunted with annoyance as a girl who wasn't her type but was admittedly cute with short shaggy black hair and brown eyes showed up, and there were photos of her with Piper, her kissing Piper on the cheek and Piper hugging Cam as they were at a school dance, and Piper looking at Cam the same way she used to look at Malaya before, her amber eyes warm and the color of honey. Malaya closed the app, and even though she just wanted to go back home and watch romantic comedies and cry, she squared her shoulders and headed off to Principal Prescott’s office to get her new schedule.

[uselesssomebody]

𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 - cedric diggory x reader

complete masterlist | harry potter masterlist

“𝕚 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕗𝕦𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 

𝕚𝕗 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕡” - transparent soul | willow smith

words || 𝟝.𝟜𝕜

summary || in which the reader and cedric start dating straight after he’s chosen as a champion

a/n || i think this is the worst thing i’ve ever written i’m so sorry ➵ i’m very tired so this is not proofread; will be done in the future ➵ i might rewrite (?) some parts of this at a later date - i’ll reblog it if i do ➵ pending teen wolf anon(s): i see you and i will be getting to you soon! ➵ did tumblr update or some shit? it’s real difficult for me to edit text posts (so everything i post)

warnings || angst/fluff

the new year had been filled with considerable amount of excitement. at least a quarter of the sixth year had been buzzing with news of the recent quidditch house cup - with an ongoing chatter of viktor krum regardless of where or who you sat with. on top of that, there were the rumors of death eaters and dark marks - much more unsettling, and much less discussed. 

it’d been just three months after school had started, and my friends had already started stressing about our n.e.w.t.s. - tests that were nearly two years away. i always chastised them for their pessimism, but their persistence was, admittedly, admirable.

it was the second of november, a wednesday. with a bowl of half-eaten porridge in front of me, i half-heartedly listened to the chatter of the hufflepuff table. it was, as it had been all of yesterday, almost exclusively about the triwizard tournament and it’s champions. particularly, one champion - cedric diggory, representative of our house for the tournament. like any good house patriot, i was eager to see him win. well, the fact that he was a hufflepuff was only a bonus - his crazy good-looks and his rather sweet, endearing personality also helped in putting him quite high up on my ‘champions i’d like to see come out of this unharmed’ list.

i wasn’t joining in on any of the gossip though, trying to divert as much of my attention as possible to the neglected transfiguration homework in front of me. as i attempted to rush through answering the questions - knowing full and well that mcgonagall would be after my ass if i didn’t - i absentmindedly noticed the chatter around me quieten a little. a pair of footsteps were also coming up the table towards my side - but i disregarded it as either a classmate, teacher or, god forbid, filch. 

instead, i hear the thump of a group of people sitting down next to me. i looked up quickly, and nearly spluttered, when i realized that it was the subject of everyone’s attention.

cedric diggory, boyish smile plastered on his face, was sat next to me, with his friends - neither of whose names i could recall. he notices my confused glance, as he sends me a warm look.

“hey! don’t mind if we sit, do you?” it takes me a second to answer.

“hm? no, no - it’s no problem.”

“great, thanks! it’s a bit of a headache sitting down there with all the first years. they’re sweet, but they ask too many questions. it’s y/n, right?” a half-second of panic washes over me. he knows my name? but it leaves as quickly as it comes.

“yeah, it is. um, these are my friends.” i point them out, introducing them, and he does the same with his friends. 

there’s an easy flowing conversation that begins - without, shockingly, much mention of the tournament at all. my involvement was quite half-assed, in all honesty, due to my focus on my assignment. well, i say focus, but even that was dwindling at the sheer feeling of cedric next to me. his hand brushing over mine every time he reached over me, his knees tapping against mine, the heat of his body prominent even through his clothes. he was quick to notice my lack of input.

i feel the light tickle of his gaze on my cheek, as he leans over my shoulder to see what has so raptly ‘captured’ my attention.

“is that mcgonagall’s assignment?” i nod, an exasperated laugh leaving me.

“yeah, totally blanked on it.” he smiles too, nodding.

“makes sense, what with all the excitement and everything,” i hum in agreement, “i can help you if you’d like?” i turn my head to look at him.

“really?”

“sure, i mean, i’ve got a free period. that is, if you want it-” i start nodding before he even finishes.

“i would love that.” had i been looking at his friends, i would have noticed the knowing smiles that they’d been trying to hide throughout our conversation.

“shall we go to the library, perhaps? the dinner hall isn’t - uh-”

“the best place to study? tell me about it.” we both laugh as i grab my items, waving a quick goodbye to my friends.

the library was shockingly empty considering school was already in full swing - but, i guess the excitement of the tournament had skewed most people’s priorities.

in fact, the one person who should have studying as the last thing on his mind was the one standing next to me, weaving through bookshelves to find one of the comfortable spaces in the corners of the library.

“i’m not taking you away from anything, am i? i mean - if you have something to do, don’t let me stop you.” i voice my concern, and it causes him to look at me.

“i mean, i have a free period- oh! you meant about the tournament.” he gulps, the gulp of a man who didn’t want his voice to falter, “no, no, there’s not too much information about that yet.” i try to give him a reassuring smile, as his countenance betrays his body’s nonchalance - dislaying a look of nervousness.

“alright.” we sat in two chairs behind the ‘herbology’ section of the library. true to the content, it was decorated with small plants and flowers, a steady stream of sunlight, coming from a large window adjacent to us, falling over them.

“if i’m being totally honest,” he continues as he sits down, “i’m also looking for something to help me forget about the tournament - focusing on transfiguration might be the solution.” i nod in understanding - though i didn’t really understand. i mean, how could i? 

i took a moment to glance over at him as i got my things in order, and he was looking off, a little dazed. i clear my throat, causing him to quickly snap back to me and start looking over my paper - eager to help me out.

an hour of studying - once my homework was completed - quickly turned into a half hour of talking to each other. we cracked jokes, told stories, complained about teachers. then, that half hour of conversation turned into him walking me to transfiguration and, by the end of the day, we’d managed to find each other together - alone, again - by the fire in hufflepuff common room.

to be completely fair, we’d only been alone for a couple of minutes. the first years - who were adorable - had taken it upon themselves to ask cedric everything one could possibly ask in regards to the tournament. some went above and beyond, deciding to branch off into other topics as well. at that point, cedric’s friends, as well as another exhausted prefect, used all their might to usher the lowerclassmen away from the common room and up to their dorms. 

soon enough, cedric’s friends had also called it a night, and my own had conveniently disappeared before i’d even had a chance to see them. as suggestive as they all were being, i ignored it, deciding instead to enjoy the company of the sweet guy i had become fast friends with.

i was laughing quietly as he told me a story of how his friends had managed to pull a rather adventurous prank on snape in the third year. he’d joined me, but had stopped just a quickly. i look up at him, surprised to see his eyes already resting on me, a small smile on his face.

“hey, y/n?” i smile, trying the ease the sudden bout of awkwardness i felt.

“yeah?” he laughs a little to himself.

“god - oh, this is gonna sound stupid, but - you know how i said that the first years were being nosy at lunch and that’s why i’d come and sat with you?” i look at him, a bit puzzled as to why he was bringing this up now.

“uh, yeah - yeah, ‘f course.”

“well,” he runs a hand through his hair, “look, i’m not gonna beat around the bush - i like you quite a lot.” it takes me a second to process his statement, and when i do, my jaw hangs open. he takes it upon himself to continue, “and - well, i always that you were really pretty, and i’d see you in classes - you’re so bright - and then with the younger students, you’re so sweet and i-” he sucks in a breath, “i thought i’d shoot my shot. so - i guess what i’m trying to get at here is that - this weekend. i know it’s cheesy, but i’d love it if i could take you out. maybe hogsmeade?” i splutter, shocked that, somehow, this man - cedric fucking diggory - wanted to take me to hogsmeade, the perfect date location. i felt like i was in a movie. a concerned look fell over his face, and he quickly tried to change his statement, “we don’t have to go to hogmeade, we could go somewhere else-”

“no! i mean, no, i’d love to go to hogsmeade with you.” relief flushes his face, as he lets out a short exhale.

“oh, thank god.” he starts laughing, and i quickly join him. 

as much as i tried to keep the situation under wraps, the news was quickly figured out by my friends. upon it coming to their knowledge, i was aggressively berated for not telling them sooner - and then, subsequently, ushered to our dorm so that we could find an outfit for the day. as meticulous as my friends are, it took them from when the found out - thursday - all the way to the morning of mine and cedric’s plans to come up with one.

it did pay off, considering the expression of his and his friend’s faces when i exited the main doors of the castle. he’d been speaking with them as i noticed him on my way out. he’d stopped midsentence, the neutral expression onhis face turning onto one of pleasant surprise. i smile at him shyly, giving him a small wave as his friend turns around to see what he’s looking at. quickly realizing the situation, his friend detaches himself from us - after a quick greeting to me.

upon his friend’s goodbye, cedric turns to me. 

“ready?” i pretend to think about it.

“yeah, i think so.” he smiles, gesturing for me to loop my hand in his, before we made our way from the castle.

the town was just as it had been nearly 3 weeks previous - the last time i’d gone there. now, the light onslaught of snow added a truly piqturesque air to the town. as much as it did, i could feel myself shivering a little as cedric and i kept up slow conversation. 

“you cold?” he must’ve noticed - what with my chattering teeth. i nodded, laughing a little.

“yeah, got pressured into wearing a cute outfit by my friends. i sorta forgot how cold it gets.” he laughs at the confession, before gesturing to a cabin-like building about a hundred meters in front of us.

“well, i bet we could find something to warm us up over there. besides, if its any consolation, you look fantastic.” i bit my cheek to stop my smile from growing through wide. fuck me - he made me giddy with just a compliment. i breathily reply.

“it really is.”

as we reached the building, i quickly spotted the all too familiar vintage sign - complete with shipped wood and faded lettering. having to squint to make it out, ‘the three broomsticks’ was written on the sign, alongside a cute picture of a bundle of broomsticks. cedric pushed the door open, ushering me in, and i was immediately overwhelmed by the perfect stuffiness of the establishment. you know the kind where there’s a distinct smell of sweet drinks and old mahogany, a warmth thats more homey than overbearing, and the kinda chatter you expect from a group of 3, but was really a collection of conversations spread out over several patrons. 

“do you come here often?” cedric’s voice comes from right behind me and, for a moment, i feel his breath on my neck. as i was half-way through the process of taking my coat, the goosebumps that erupted from the area were clearly visible, “oh, are you still cold?” 

“i - no, i’m fine-” i start to protest but he’s already handing off his sweater to me. he’s left in a button up - still the part of the professional prefect perfectly. i gape for a second, before shakily accepting it with a meek ‘thanks’, “um - no,” i start as i pull the sweater over my head, “i mean, i’ve been here, but only a few times.” he nods in understanding as we make our way to our table. 

he’s quick to order us some warm drinks, trying to pay extra close attention to me by repeatedly asking my exact order. after the third time, i’d laughed, and told him to make flashcards. he’d laughed as well, running a hand through his hair. 

as we drank, the first few moments were filled with borderline silence. i had thought to myself, wondering what had changed so drastically between us in about half a week. of course, i knew the answer to that - there was a big difference between casual, friendly conversation between two people, and a date. 

he let out a small, almost embarrassed chuckle. 

“i can tell you’ve been wanting to ask about it, y’know.” i look a little shocked.

“what’re you talking about?” he laughs.

“the tournament? right? i mean, i can’t really blame you. god, even my friends practically won’t stop talking about it.” i let out a short chuckel

“i - i guess i thought you didn’t really want to think about it much.” he ponders my response.

“i mean, the time we spend together, not discussing it is exponentially more enjoyable than when i do have to talk about it.” i look at him for a moment.

“does it annoy you?” he thinks about it for a second.

“well, i guess not. it just - it gets a bit tiring after a while. besides, it means i can’t forget about it for even a second. people are just constantly looking at me, asking me questions, god. sometimes i feel like i have to be absolutely perfect.” i nod slowly.

“yeah, i mean - i can’t imagine.” my circle didn’t really extend too far out of my own friends, and the idea of having practically the whole school pay attention to me made an exaggerated wave of anxiety wash over me. he’s gone quiet again, as our drinks arrive. realizing how awkward the subject makes both of us, i let out a sigh as i wrap my fingers around the warm beverage.

i quickly change the subject, and, with a soft smile on his face, he continues the conversation smoothly.

after the first date, there was a promise of another. and then another. by the third date. our friends had already considered us the resident married couple of the group, the both of us subject to constant jokes and innuendos. i didn’t mind it, though, as i wasl literally dating my dream guy.

or, at least, that’s what it felt like for the first few weeks. as cedric and i started spending more time together in private settings, with hushed voices and hidden affection, i realized that there was a distinct lack of just that - affection. the jokes he’d make while we were in the dining hall, the way he’d slip his arm into mine as he walked me to class, the way he’d kiss me when we said our goodnights in the common room all came to a bit of a halt when we had time to ourselves in his dorm. 

as a prefect, his dorm was separate and his own, allowing the both of us, what i expected to be, ample time to discover each other more intimately, instead, it usually ended up with the two of us studying in a detached manner - him silently going through a textbook for transfiguration at his desk as i toiled over a defense against the dark arts essay on his bed. he would rarely even look at me, only remembering i’d exist once more as we were urged to join our friends in some activity or to get ready for some class. 

unfortunately, my energy seemed much more involved than his - with my mind constantly wandering to what on earth he could possibly be thinking about. the two meters between his desk and his bed always felt like ligt years when we were alone.

as the majority of the students milled through their last day of classes before the first task, there was a distinct air of excitement throughout the castle. i’d seen the three other champions at different points throughout the day, being ushered around by their excited their friends or their teachers. viktor krum looked serious, but confident - as if he knew exactly how to tackle any problem thrown at him. fleur delacour - as composed as she always is - had seemed deeply thoughtful as she walked through the corridors with the headmaster of beauxbatons. and, finally, harry potter himself - the barely-legitimate participant from gryffindor - trudging by himself throughout the corridors. his face looked as though he was trying to seem completely nonchalant, but was wearing a thin mask over layers of confusion, worry and fear. i felt bad for him - the poor boy was so young. no one - especially those of his age - should have to face such a looming challenge. 

then, of course, there was ced. i actually hadn’t seen him all day - the questions i’d asked his friends during breakfast yielding vague and, sometimes, contradictory answers. i figured that, in actuality, they had no clue where he was, and were simply coming up with likely scenarios. i decided to do the same - figuring he was given a day to practice and prepare in any way he can for the challenge - regardless of it he knew what he was tackling or not.

walking into the library quickly during my lunch break, i whizzed to the history section. i’d been putting it off this entire time - learning too much about the tournament - because i worried i would absolutely freak out and, thus, absolutely freak cedric out. nevertheless, i knew i couldn’t just ignore it forever, and, knowing the task was tomorrow, now was better than never.

pulling a large volume out centered around the documentation of different events - sports, skills and tournaments. flipping through chapters of quidditch world cups, wizard olympics and world-class spell casting tournaments, i finally found the section on the triwizard tournament. 

my jaw dropped as i read the entries about the tasks. all of them were amalgamations that could only have been created by an over-dramatic maniac. my eyes quickly fell to the ending of each year - describing the various states in which champions came out of it. some suffered with various mental disorders, others with physical disorders and - the worst - some had died. teenagers - those of my age - died during this tournament. i could feel my heart quicken and my teeth grind as i quickly picked up the book and went to sit in the small corner i’d sat with cedric at so long ago. i was determined to help prepare him in any way i could before the tournament.

as i sit down, i nearly jump out of my skin when a hand quickly clutches mine - which had been resting on the side of the armchair. so engrossed in my book, i hadn’t even noticed that there was someone sitting next to me. worse, i didn’t even realize that it was cedric. i let out a shocked gasp and slam the book shut - wincing as the thump rung out through the library.

“hey, you okay?” ced’s looking at me with concerned eyes, and i quickly nod my head, a ervous smile replacing my shocked expression.

“yeah - yeah, i’m fine.” then, i realize where we are, and what day it is, “i thought you were preparing for the tournament? what’re you doing here?” he sighs a little, dropping his hand from mine. 

“trying to get away from everything?” the meekness of his smile made it seem as if the joke he’d attempted held more truth than fiction. an air of sadness washed over me.

“are you okay?” i ask, as i set the book down. he doesn’t look at me.

“you’ve seen what happens at these tasks?” he doesn’t answer my question either.

“i - ced, we can prepare-”

“yeah, i’ve been getting a couple of the teachers to tutor me. fat help that’ll be if i don’t know what the task is.” the uneven, erratic tone of his voice makes my eyebrows furrow in worry. the composed, calm ced i knew had disappeared - replaced by this dishevelled, disordered person who had no idea as to what his next step was.

i turn to him, taking his head and forcing him to look at me.

“ced, you’re going to be fine. you’re one of the most capable wizards i know - and you’re rational, sane, and smart. that’s better than i can say for at least krum.” he let’s out a toothy grin, “whatever the task is, you’ll be able to get through it. fuck that, you’ll ace it.” he sighs deeply, nodding.

“yeah - yeah. i mean, it - i guess it can’t be that bad, right?”

it was absolutely that bad. i had accompanied cedric to the champions tent - as he urged me to give him a good luck kiss - and had stepped into the stands at the request of mcgonnagall. 

me and my friend had just gotten into our seats, greeting cedric’s friends, when we heard a loud growl and assortments of screams and shouts from the crowd. i immediaely leaned forward, looking for the source of the noise, when my head snapped up to follow the swift motion of a… fucking dragon?

the roar and coughs of smoke and flame that bellowed from the massive, scaly creature confirmed my suspicions, making me choke on my spit. i could hear blood pounding in my ears, and the voice of the announcer was muffled, save for the last few words.

“... you’re first champion, cedric diggory!” the hogwarts side of the stands went ballistic on the mention of his name - but the only thing i could do was hold my breath as he ran out of the tent. seeing the magnitude of the dragon as compared to him, i damn near passed out, the loud gasp of my friend next to me being the only thing to jerk me back up to full attention.

we watched - minutes of silence as we all prayed that he’d get out of this unscathed. so focused on the small figure of cedric running around the field, none of us noticed the dragon losing interest in the dog that it’d been chasing. i was ready to breath a sigh of relief as cedric ran - only a mere 50 meters from the tent, egg in hand - when the dragon faced him. the heat from the gust of fire that it blew out was felt on the faces of everyone in the arena. 

i screwed my eyes shut - i couldn’t watch anymore. unfortunately, i still got confirmations of my fear when one of his friends muttered a “fuck me, he got hit.” from behind me. widening my eyes in shock, i can just catch him slipping into the tent, away from the clutches of the ornery beast. 

i’m pulled up by my friend, the group of us making a beeline for the champion’s ward to check on his well-being. 

as we near, we see a large group of teachers - as well as madam pomfrey - gathered around the entrance. i attempt to squeeze through, but am promptly turned away by professor moody, his voice gruff but his tone empathetic.

“please, we’re his friends - i’m his girlfriend - i just need to see him-” his eyes both trained on me.

“sorry, dear, you’ll be able to see him soon.” he reaches into one of his many pockets to pull out a handkerchief, offering it to me. i suddenly feel the nevery obvious sensation of tears on my cheek - ones i hadn’t realized were there before - and graciously took the cloth. i felt an someone’s arm - probably a friend’s - wrap around my shoulders as i was led in the direction of the castle.

all i could think about was him.

the common room was in general uproar over the events of the day. of course, most of them were - save for our small little group tucked away in the corner. cedric still hadnt arrived, and it’d been a few hours since the end of the task.

the yellow and black flurry of colors from excited upper and lower-classmen had honestly started to make me feel a little nauseous, my mind fixated on quelling my growing worry. one of ced’s friends had a light hand placed on my back - a tentative sign of reassurance. it wasn’t doing much, though, with my bottom gnawed at to the point of injury, and the occasional welling of my eyes. 

my head snapped up at the sound of a victorious bellow - followed by other loud, excited voices. quickly pushing through the crowd, i see the object of everyone’s joy. he looked mostly unharmed, thankfully, with just the remnants of a wound on his forehead having faded to a fleshy pink. he’s got that nonchalant smile on his face - as if we’d all not just been worried that he might’ve died. i had half a mind to chew him out, until his eyes finally met mine across the sea of people. his nonchalant expression was quickly replaced with one of true joy, and i couldn’t help a relieved smile settle over my lips.

we both find each other quickly, his hands finding a familiar spot around my waist as he pulled me to him. so relieved of his lack of injury, i was fully unprepared when he swept me off the floor and spun me. amidst a crowd of hollers and laughs, i breathed a giggly ‘ced!’ as he released me to the floor. not from himself though, his face buried in the crook of my neck. 

as i felt him suck in a long inhale, i watched as people went back to the party. 

“you scared me - god, ced, i was so worried! you did fantastic, by the way - the way you evaded the dragon was fan-fucking-tastic. well, until the end anyway, but-” 

“i’m in love with you.” i felt my shoulders, which had been somewhat supporting the weight of ced’s cheek, tense, while my mouth fell open. before i could come up with any grunt of confusion, i felt the light breaths of his laughter on my neck, “god, that felt good to get out.” i cupped his head in my hands, maneuvering him so that he was looking at me. he had a euphoric, almost goofy smile plastered on his face, likely a massive contrast to the confused look on mine.

“cedric?” it’s a whisper, and i don’t even really know what i’m asking him. he hums an agreement in response. i breathe out, the hints of a smile growing on my lips, “pomfrey doesn’t have you drugged up, does she?” he snorted, making my smile widen.

“nope,” he popped the ‘p’, “just thought it was time.” i grow silent, my face becoming a bit somber. i looked between his eyes, a part of me so deeply devastated that i would find a hint of a joke in them. i didn’t.

“shit, you’re being serious.” it’s a breathy statement, one of utter disbelief. it causes him to let out a low laugh.

“why - why’s that so surprising?” i look around, suddenly so aware of the public nature of our conversation. 

“um - ced, can we…” i trail off, my eyes looking at the stairs up to the male dorms. following my gaze, he quickly understands my question - nodding and leading me through the crowd.

after a barrage of congratulations, questions and excitable shouts, we finally managed to escape the common room. cedric’s room was messier than usual - i could tell that he’d been so worried about the tournament that he hadn’t had time for his usual upkeep.

he lets go of my hand to shrug off his robes - the heat inside the room made me also itch a bit with discomfort due to the blazer i was still wearing.  he glances at himself in the mirror, wincing a little as he traced the indent of the wound.

“you okay?” it’s a quiet question, one he takes a moment to think about. 

“yeah,” he turns to me, a smile once again on his face, “battle scars, eh?” i breathe out a laugh, wrapping my arms around his middle as we look at each other in the mirror. it’s silent for a minute, “you look beautiful.” i can feel my cheeks flush, and i bury my face into his shoulder.

“oh, shut up.” it’s a joking annoyance, and it makes him laugh.

“i’m serious!” his smile’s slowly replaced by a harder look, before he turns around to face me, “why were you shocked with what i said downstairs?” i didn’t look at him as i thought of an answer.

“you - you’ve just never said it before.”

“why didn’t you believe it?” i gulp, knowing i’d been caught in my half-lie. knowing there was really no way i could avoid this conversation, i simply sighed.

“i - oh, ced, i just didn’t think you saw me that way.” there’s a hint of worry in his eyes.

“did i make you uncomfortable?” the absurdity of the statement makes me snort.

“no! god, no, ced. i - god, in fact, i think i love you too. it’s just that, well, i always thought i didn’t mean that much to you,” his eyebrows shoot up in shock, but i continue - knowing this was the only time i’d be able to get it off my chest, “you never really talked to me when we were alon, and we only really talked publicly, and - well, you asked me out right after your name was picked, so…” i trailed off, unable - once again - to look him in the eyes.

“what, you… you thought i was with you just for the sake of a relationship? for my reputation?” i close my eyes, nodding slowly. 

“i’m - i’m sorry, i know it wasn’t right to assume like that, and i know it makes me sound like a horrible, judgemental bitch, but-”

“no, no i should be apologizing,” he ran a hand through his hair, the intense look in his eyes dropping to the floor, before coming back to my face, “it’s not - it’s not cause i didn’t see you like that. i was just so stressed about the tournament, and i couldn’t focus on anything. whenever you were around was the only time i could get anything done - you made me feel peaceful.” i blush a little at his words, but he continues, “i can’t fucking believe i made you feel like that. like - fuck, like i didn’t cherish you. shit, i think i need you at this point.” i smile a little at the exaggeration, but there’s no hint of one on his face, “i’m serious. fuck, look, let’s not go too deep, but - oh, my, god. i’m in love with you.” his hands are quick to cup my face, looking for any hesitation on my part. finding none, i let him pull us together - the slightly chapped feel of his lips meshing with mine causing my mind to go blank for a few moments. 

even when we broke apart, we didn’t let go, our faces mere inces from each other - the feel on both of our breaths on each others cheeks. i let out a breathy laugh.

“i - i love you too, ced.” he smiles, peppering light kisses on my cheek.

“sorry i made you feel-” he starts another apology, but i’m quick to stop him.

“don’t worry. you’ll have all the time in the world to make up for it.”

[erodasfishtacos]

The Brits Dilemma

” Prompt: Harry & Y/N go to the Brits. It’s the first time they’ve been away from their baby. Y/N is struggling but doesn’t want to ruin the night for her husband.

Word Count: 1.8 k +

Warnings: Depictions of breastfeeding

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The award show was going well. It was the first time Y/N had been out in nearly three months besides a few brunch dates and grocery shopping.

Usually, she was pretty confident in what she wore to accompany her husband to all of these flashy events - but not tonight.

Her bump had deflated but she was still attempting to get rid of the stubborn pouch that stayed after the baby had been born. It wasn’t anything out of the norm - just still trying to lose it.

She was breastfeeding and her breasts were much larger than before. They felt heavy and too big for her body. Not to mention, they were constantly swollen and achey. Pads were a must so she doesn’t leak through the tight satin black dress.

The dress was a beautiful custom design by Gucci that complimented Harry’s sharp suit but nothing felt right. It was digging into her sides and made it hard for her to sit on her chair.

The Brits were held in the O2 Arena which wasn’t very far from their London home but she felt like she was lightyears away from her baby. Even though she knew Sasha was in good hands with Anne.

Y/N was so proud of Harry for being up for five - yes, five different awards. It was a record for him and she didn’t want to let him down by complaining. It was his night. He’s been such a devote father - he deserved a break too.

So she swallowed down the anxiety she was feeling about being away from their little newborn for the night along with her worries about her changing body.

There was milling about between the tables before the show got started. Harry had people coming up him constantly - congratulating him on the album, the nominations, the baby.

Married life and fatherhood suited him well. A dazzling wedding band on his left ring finger, a necklace with an S for his daughter, along with her name freshly inked on right above his butterfly tattoo.

The open jacket he wore with is his barely buttoned dress shirt displayed it proudly. It was beautiful, done delicately in a timeless cursive. The font match his wife name that was tattooed on his hand.

He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t excited to have a night out with his wife. He had Jeff booked a hotel for the night to have some alone time with you while his mum got to enjoy a night with her only grandchild.

Y/N was counting down the hours up until tomorrow when she could go home to see her baby. She should really tell Harry that she wants to go home and not out to a club and the hotel.

But the it just slowly starts to deteriorate further when a bald, plump business exec comes to greet the two of you. He gives his warm wishes about the birth of your child before smiling at Y/N and stating, “The baby weight will come off soon enough.”

Her throat closes up a bit and she self-consciously tries to push her chair closer to the table. It was the last thing that she needed to hear. Confirming all of her worst insecurities.

Harry glares at the man before turning to his wife, “Hey, you look s’perfect, my love. I’m so bloody lucky you’re mine.”

He’s truly trying his hardest to bring a smile to her face but he notices it’s never quite meeting her eyes. 

It get even worse when Harry gets his first award, male solo artist of the year. 

As she’s standing and clapping for him - she realizes she’s beginning to leak through her nipple inserts.

Y/N excuses herself in the middle of his acceptance speech to rush through the string of tables - out into the corridor. The last thing she wanted to do was for it to show up on a very expensive dress.

The echo of his voice can still be heard, “Love to thank my beautiful wife who makes writing sappy love songs easy and was the main inspiration for my recent album. She also just gave birth to our beautiful baby.....”

She feels awful when she tunes him out, finding the bathroom and hurriedly rushing in. There’s a gorgeous woman standing at the sink, washing their hands. 

Fucking Taylor Swift.

Any other time it’d be awkward and uncomfortable - running into an ex who wrote multiple songs about her husband.

But she couldn’t careless right now, “Hi, erm, this is really weird but could you unzip my dress? I’m leaking and - shit that was way too much information.”

But Taylor smiles kindly, “No! It’s okay, totally. No worries. Congratulations on your baby - you look so hot tonight.”

Y/N laughs and thanks her for unzipping the dress before going into a stall and locking the door. She slides her bra straps off her shoulders and disposes of the soaked pad in the sanitary bin.

Luckily, she has a clean burp rag that she gently swipes at her breast - wincing as it brushes against her swollen nipples. Even the soft fabric felt too rough on them.

It’s a minute or two before the bathroom door swings open, “Y/N? Lovie? Are you in ‘ere?”

She feels guilt at the panic in his voice. Managing to croak out, “I’m in here,” before leaning forward to unlock the door.

Harry waste no time in sliding into the stall before latching the lock again. Taking in the sight of his wife in front of him.

“I-I started leaking, M’sorry,” Y/N whispers, she has no reason to feel embarrassed but she is. “I missed your speech.”

“None of that, baby. I’ll give more speeches for you to hear - I only care that you’re okay. I’m sorry y’leakin, lemme help you, pet.”

In true Harry fashion, he takes the rag and turns on the sink - running it under warm water before carefully cleaning his wife up.

“Are they botherin’ you? They look irritated and super swollen, darling,” Harry frowns, a very gentle thumb coming to brush against her nipple. Then cupping her swollen breast in his hand, thumb rubbing at the pink skin.

“Just a little bit,” She lies, they’re absolutely on fire with chafing and skin irritation from the bra she’s wearing. She never thought she’d miss her nursing bras and sports bras this much.

He nods and helps place new inserts in her bra. Who’d think this is what Harry would be doing between accepting awards. Everyone unassuming in the arena.

**

Harry has been four for four thus far into the ceremony. They’d only had him go up and give two acceptance speeches. His hand firmly planted on his wife’s thigh throughout. 

When he went up for his second award, the camera zooms in and the crowd coos are he plants a kiss on his wife’s lips before pulling her into a hug - whispering something into her ear the audience can’t hear.

He was much more focused on his wife. He could read her fairly well - he’d like to think. Enough to know she’s having much fun. But he didn’t want to bring it up and make her feel bad.

Harry sees the way she keeps adjusting her bra, fidgets with his rings when his hands in his lap, and not even really looking up while one of her favorite artist - Dua Lipa -performs.

Y/N loved a good party before the baby. So Harry was hoping going to the Brits afterparty would make her feel better and then going back to their hotel room for a some alone time.

**

Y/N has been increasingly quiet when they’re exiting the arena after the final award artist of the year - which Harry had also won.

He was on cloud nine and admittedly a little distracted as he joked and laughed with a small group of friends on the way out. 

“Alright, should we all just pile into a cab for the ride to the party?” Nick Grimshaw asks everyone.

Everyone is in agreement - including Harry -as he calls to order one - standing in the blocked off area away from fans and paparazzi.

Y/N wants to tell him she wants to go home to Sasha but when she hears him say, “Can’t wait to get to Exhibit - haven’t been there in forever. One of my favorite clubs.”

She bites her tongue. Harry is enjoying his night out - why can’t she?

In the taxi, she’s sat on Harry’s lap as they make their way to the club. His one hand is on her inner thigh and the other is on her waist holding her steady.

In the morning, she’ll blame her post-partum hormones and anxiety. But she doesn’t even realizing her eyes are filling with tears and when she blinks they spill down her face.

She wouldn’t feel as embarrassed if she wasn’t in the car full of literal celebrities who are filled with adrenaline and excitement. Chattering and drinking from little liquor bottles they’d snuck in their jackets and clutches.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Rita Ora asks from her seat - noticing the streaks ruining your makeup.

She nods pathetically, wiping at her eyes but Harry is turning her to face him. His bright green eyes filled with concern as he studies her face.

The previously very obnoxiously loud cab becomes silent as they try to give the couple a semblance of non-existent privacy.

“What’s happening, dove? Are you hurting?” Harry panics, coming to wipe the smeared makeup away.

“I don’t want to go to the club,” Y/N sniffles, squeezing her eyes shut at how embarrassed she is of her behavior. She would usually never act this way - especially in public. And Harry knows that so it makes him even more concerned.

“That’s okay, pet. We can go have a night in, when the cab stops - we can uber back to the hotel,” Harry soothes, surprised when that brings on fresh tears.

“N-no, I want to go home. I miss the baby, I want to- need to see our baby. I-I can’t do this. My anxiety is through the roof, Harry. What if she can’t sleep? Or isn’t taking the bottle?”

“Baby, breathe, breathe. We can go home. I miss the bub terribly too. Have been worried about her all night.”

Harry tugs his wife into his chest further - tucking her head into his neck as he shoots his friends grateful looks. They all nod, sympathetic and understanding - despite them not having kids of their own.

**

“I ruined your night,” Y/N says softly in the back of the uber home. “I leaked during the show; cried in front of all your friends.”

Harry takes her chin gentle but firm until she meets his gaze, “You didn’t ruin anything f’me. All I care about is you and the baby - not some stupid award ceremony or party.”

He continues on, “You just gave us Sasha three months ago - y’bloody amazing. Best mum, best wife. Sexiest too - know you don’t think that right now but your body literally grew my baby. I get a hard-on everytime I see you.”

They both laugh, Y/N leaning forward to capture her husbands lips in a meaningful kiss of gratitude and thanks.

**

Anne smiles kindly when the two of them arrive home. A very fussy, red-faced swaddled baby coddled in her arms. 

“She hasn’t settled for quite a while now - she missed her parents very much,” Harry’s mum tells them, transferring her into her father’s arms. He’s automatically rocking and running his thumb over her cheek.

“Ooh, we missed you. Was Nana nice to you?” Harry coos. Sasha has already quieted and is blinking tearfully up at her smiling father.

“Such a good girl, best girl,” Y/N sighs, leaning in to kiss her downy hair. Harry’s hand coming to wrap around his wife’s waist as they peer down at their perfect little daughter.

Anne smiles at his son and daughter-in-law fawning over their little creation with so much love and adoration.

After a minute of chatting -Harry’s mum makes her way up to the guest room after a long night with a miserable baby. They make their way to their room where Y/N strips out of her tight dress and awful bra. 

She sits against the headboard in just a pair of soft cotton panties. Harry is gently shushing her and humming a melody as his wife gets situated. He knew she was anxious to feed the baby.

“That’s it my sweet thing. Y’missed us, hm? We missed you too, bub. Nana said y’wouldn’t take the bottle. Only want your mumma, hmm?” Harry coos, kissing her chubby cheeks.

He’s then giving Y/N the baby, who ferociously latching within seconds and begins eating like she’d been starved for the last week. Making weak little rumbles as she does so.

They both giggle fondly, Y/Ns fingers come to touch her fluttering cheek - memorizing her over and over again.

Harry gets onto the bed and settles next to the both of them. Watching his baby feed in amazement at what his wife was capable of. He smears a few kisses against her bare shoulder - hand on his baby’s back.

How strong she was - as he knew it had to be at least a little bit painful with how irritated her nipples had been. He can tell when she winces every once in a while.

He plants a few more kisses to her warm skin - noticing her eyes getting a bit droopy as Sasha feeds at a slow, suckling pace.

“If I’m being honest, being with you - watching you feed our baby...I’d rather be here than at any club.” 

Y/N snorts, rolling her eyes, “Sure.”

Her husband frowns, “M’serious, this is all I need, baby.”

“I love you, congratulation on all your Brits,” Y/N murmurs, pecking at his lips.

“I love you too. I meant it, during my speeches. I wouldn’t have been able to write those songs if you hadn’t inspired me. You’ll and the bab will always be the best muse.”

[btsqualityy]

I Choose You

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: ABO (Alpha/Beta/Omega) dynamics, crushes-to-lovers, kind of a soulmate!AU (it’s based on their scents), fluff, and smut

Warnings: Oral sex (Male and female receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, soft Dom!Taehyung, impregnation kink, and creampie 

Author’s Note: This fic is based on a prompt from the Spring Fest “Spring Will Come Again” hosted by @bangtanarmynet! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Prompt: Every Spring Fest, the unmated Alphas had to choose a mate but when Taehyung felt a pull, he didn’t expect it to lead to you.

“Come on!” Taehyung whined loudly. “Just tell me!”

“You know that I cannot tell you who is participating in the Mating Ceremony Tae,” Jimin giggled. “It’s against pack rules.”

“Alright, well just give me a clue,” Taehyung tried to bargain. The two of them were sat outside in the territory that belonged to their pack, deciding to enjoy their lunch in the newly nice weather.

“You know, to be an Alpha, you have no sense of patience,” Jimin laughed.

“And for you to be an Omega, you have no sense of loyalty to your best friend,” Taehyung pouted.

“Oh God, he’s pulling out the pouts,” Jimin groaned playfully. “If you’re so impatient about not being able to know who’s participating in the Ceremony beforehand, then why are you even doing it?”

The Mating Ceremony was an age old tradition in Taehyung’s pack that occurred every year, right at the start of the Spring Festival. For people who still believed in soulmates, the Mating Ceremony was an unbiased opportunity for those people to find the one that their soul desired. The Omegas and Betas would gather together, with their faces hidden, and it was up to an Alpha to use only their sense of smell to find the scent that they liked the most. 

Of course, a lot of people felt that scents weren’t the only important thing when it came to building the foundation of a relationship as time has passed but it was still an honored and revered tradition nonetheless. 

“Besides the fact that literally everyone that I know has found their mate during the Ceremony?” Taehyung huffed. “The fact that I’m almost 26 years old and haven’t found my mate yet.”

“Oh please, you say that as if you’re old and if you’re old, then I’m old,” Jimin said as he rolled his eyes. “And I’m definitely not old.”

“Well, you say that because you’re not alone,” Taehyung pointed out. “My parents found each other 27 years ago, Yoongi hyung found you three years ago, Joon hyung found Aareum the year before that, and hell, even Jin hyung found Jungkookie last year. Too long, didn’t read, I’m gonna die alone if I don’t do it.”

“I feel so bad for your future mate because you are so fucking dramatic,” Jimin laughed as he reached over and stole a French fry off of Taehyung’s plate.

“You’d have time to warn them if you’d just tell me who’s joining this year,” Taehyung tried to persuade him. “Come on, what’s the point in having the Head Omega as your best friend if he doesn’t supply you with useful information?”

“Oh, and here I was thinking that I was your bestfriend because I’m your platonic soulmate,” Jimin scoffed. “Look Tae, the entire point of the Mating Ceremony is to let your heart and your nose do the deciding for you. If I tell you who’s participating and who’s not, it’ll cloud your judgement and then the whole thing will be moot.”

“Ugh, fine Mr. “I wanna be ethical”,” Taehyung sighed as he stood up from the table. “I gotta go and finish up my gift for the Ceremony so I’ll see you later.”

“See you later, Pouty Pants,” Jimin giggled as he waved his hand and Taehyung began to walk around the territory. He wasn’t lying when he said that he needed to go finish working on his courting gift, but he figured that it wouldn’t hurt to take a walk around the pack’s territory before he did.

Taehyung’s pack was pretty tight knit, though it was considered to be considerably larger than the other surrounding packs. Even though Taehyung’s family weren’t the ones who founded the pack, his great-great-grandfather was one of the first members to join the pack so Taehyung‘s family line literally had stakes in the very beginning of the pack. 

Growing up, Taehyung had been pretty well known around the pack but after he presented as an Alpha, it was as if he were a celebrity. Every unmated Alpha, Beta, and Omega seemed to be after him and admittedly, he had enjoyed the attention for the last few years but now, he was ready to find his mate, settle down, and start a family.

Just as Taehyung walked around the corner that separated the school building and the doctor’s house, he collided with a figure that had literally rushed into him. 

“Hey!” Taehyung yelped, gasping when the papers that the person had been holding fell down onto the ground. 

“Oh my gosh,” you whispered, bending down and beginning to pick the papers up. Taehyung bent down as well, helping when he realized who you were.

“Y/N?” He called and you looked up at him, your eyes widening when you realize who he was.

“Oh Taehyung, I’m so sorry,” you apologized, bowing your head to him.

“No no no, it’s ok. Don’t worry about it,” he assured you. “Just let me help you with these.”

“I already ran into you, you don’t have to,” you tried to say but Taehyung just cut you off.

“I want to,” he chuckled and you just decided to let it go as the two of you finished picking up all of the fallen papers. Once you were both done, you stood up straight and Taehyung handed the small stack of papers that he had collected over to you. 

“So, where were you off to that has you in such a rush?” Taehyung wondered with a smile. 

“Well, uh, the start of Spring marks the halfway point in the second half of the schoolyear for the pups so I was in a rush to get their progress reports finished,” you explained and Taehyung couldn’t help but to smile at how shy you still seemed to be around him. 

The two of you knew of each other from around the pack and you went to school together, being as though the two of you were born in the same year. Because of that, you both had a lot of mutual friends but the two of you never hung out much because you were really shy and seemed almost scared of Taehyung so he always made sure to give you your space. 

“Ah, you do work in the school building,” he chuckled.

“With the seven to nine year olds,” you smiled. 

“I remember, I remember,” he nodded. “Well, besides that, how are you?”

“Good, good,” you replied. “Busy as ever this time of year, but good. How about yourself?”

“I’m good, just preparing for the Spring Festival, ” he told her. 

“Oh, are you doing the Mating Ceremony this year?” You asked and he nodded his head. 

“Are you?”

“I’ve never done it before and I don’t think I’ll start now,” you giggled. “It’s not really my thing.”

“What, finding your soulmate isn’t your thing?” Taehyung teased.

“No, I meant that not being picked by anyone wouldn’t be my thing,” you clarified. 

“Oh please, somebody would definitely choose you,” Taehyung said. “I know that we don’t talk much but anyone can see that you’re a good woman and a great Omega. I bet that any Alpha would be proud to have you be their mate.”

“Oh,” you uttered in surprise, and Taehyung couldn’t help but to feel a little sense of pride at how flustered he had made you. “T-Thank you Taehyung.”

“You’re welcome,” he grinned. 

“W-Well, I have to go,” you murmured. “See you around?”

“Yeah, see you,” Taehyung agreed but he didn’t know if you’d even heard him because you were already walking, almost running, away from him.

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Even though the Spring Fest was being held during the first week of April, Taehyung had made the decision that he’d be participating back in December of the previous year and this was because he wanted to make sure he had enough time to prepare his courting gift. A courting gift would show his future mate that he was serious about them so it took Taehyung a lot of thought to decide what he wanted to give his future mate. In the end though, it was actually Taehyung’s mother who helped him. 

He off-handedly mentioned that he was trying to figure out a gift and she ended up giving him his great-grandmother’s engagement ring. It was a ruby that sat on a nest of gold diamonds, with a gold band to accompany it. Taehyung was familiar with it because it was a family heirloom and he was so honored that his mother trusted him with it. 

When the first day of the Spring Fest arrived, Taehyung made sure that the ring box was nestled safely in the pocket of his slacks before he checked his appearance in the mirror. Wanting to look his best, he settled on a button up dress shirt that was a deep maroon color and paired it with black slacks. He added a few simple accessories like a few rings on both hands and earrings but he skipped any necklaces or bracelets, wanting to makes sure that nothing would get in the way of someone being able to smell his scent. 

“Let’s go find our mate,” Taehyung whispered to himself, making sure to fix his hair one last time before hurrying up and rushing out of the front door of his house. 

The Mating Ceremony was to be held in the large flower garden that was towards the back of the pack’s territory. The logic behind it was that finding your soulmate amongst beautiful things would help your relationship with said soulmate be beautiful as well. 

When Taehyung got there, he immediately spotted Jin and Jungkook sitting together on a bench so he walked over to them. 

“Hi Tae hyung!” Jungkook greeted him happily. 

“Hi,” Taehyung replied. “You guys came for moral support?”

“You know it,” Jin nodded. “You look really good Tae-ah.”

“Ready to find your soulmate?” Jungkook wondered.

“Thank you, and hopefully,” Taehyung sighed heavily. “I’m so nervous.”

“Don’t worry hyung, all you have to do is trust your nose,” Jungkook told him. 

“Kook’s right, you know our senses will never purposefully lead us wrong,” Jin added. 

“Thanks for the advice guys,” Taehyung chuckled, reaching out and ruffling Jungkook’s hair a little. Suddenly, a voice erupted over the loud speakers that had been placed around the garden. 

“The Mating Ceremony is about to commence,” the voice that Taehyung recognized as Jimin announced. “If you are offering a gift, please get into position.”

“Well, that’s my cue,” Taehyung said.

“Relax and don’t worry,” Jin advised him. “Just...let it happen.”

“Ok,” Taehyung nodded before turning around and walking over to a large wall of white roses. Falling into line with several other Alphas and Betas who were also participating in the Ceremony, he waited with baited breath as another line of Omegas and Betas stepped into the garden and walked over to stand right in front of the wall of roses. 

Every Omega or Beta had a veil or mask over their face so that they couldn’t be seen, and their own choice of outfit but most of them were dressed pretty formally, just like Taehyung was. 

“Alphas and Betas who are presenting gifts, you know the rules,” Jimin spoke up again. “No sneaking a peek at anybody until you offer them your gift and they actually accept it, no trying to force your gift upon anyone who makes it clear that they do not want it, and trust your instincts! Happy finding!”

Taehyung then closed his eyes, taking a deep inhale in order to smell the air around him. He picked up a few scents here and there, with hints of chocolate and mint but none of them especially stuck out to them. He then opened his eyes and they slightly widened when he saw some of the Alphas and Betas already offering gifts to some of the Betas and Omegas who had been waiting. He had to admit, it kind of shocked him because it was seemingly so simple for them but not for him. Deciding to follow everyone’s advice and trust his senses, he shut his eyes again and took another deep breath it, and that was when he smelled it.

The initial wave that hit his nose was reminiscent of tangerines, and then that was mixed with the scent of berries that seemed to almost intermingle with the tangerine scent. Those were two very typical scents, especially for Omegas, but what really caught Taehyung’s attention was the scent of pink champagne. It was something that he had never smelt in a scent before and before he could even realize it, he was moving towards the source of the scent.

When he realized that he had stepped up to the person that the scent belonged to, he took a second to look over them. It seemed to be a woman, who had on a flowing white dress along with a small matching white veil. Taehyung reached out and extended his wrist towards their nose for them to be able to smell his scent clearly and when the woman let out an appreciative hum, Taehyung’s heart clenched because this was it. He had found the one. 

Taehyung reached into his pocket and took out the ring box, extending it towards the woman. The woman then reached out and took the box from it, a soft giggle coming from her as she did so.

“Thank you,” the woman said and Taehyung’s eyes widened because he recognized the voice, he just couldn’t remember where from. When the woman reached up and lifted the veil back from her face, Taehyung wanted to kick himself for not immediately recognizing who the voice came from. 

“Hi,” you smiled. 

.....................................

“I cannot believe that I didn’t know that it was you,” Taehyung huffed.

“Well, that’s kind of the point Taehyung,” you giggled from your spot on his bed. After the ceremony had ended, Taehyung invited you back to his house so that the two of you could have some alone time.

“I just didn’t expect this,” he said as he sat down next to you.

“Are you...upset that I’m your mate?” You asked wearily and Taehyung immediately shook his head.

“No!” He exclaimed. “Even though we don’t talk much, I know that you’re amazing. Hell, Jungkook raves about you all the time. I also meant what I said the other day.”

“W-Well, that’s good,” you replied shyly. “By the way, I’m sorry for not talking to you much over the years.”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” he shrugged. “I just figured that you were shy and I don’t mind that.”

“It wasn’t shyness, though,” you blurted and his eyebrows rose. 

“Really?”

“The truth is, I’ve had a crush on you since you presented,” you confessed. 

“Y/N, that was almost 10 years ago,” he gasped in surprise. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because I never thought that I had a chance,” You chuckled. “For years, every unmated Omega and Beta and even some Alphas have been after you. When you look at them and then look at me, I’m not as interesting or as beautiful when compared to them. I don’t know, I just don’t think that I measure up.”

“Hey, don’t say that,” Taehyung admonished you. “You’re gorgeous Y/N-ah, and the sweetest person I know.”

“Really?” You deadpanned.

“Absolutely,” he nodded. He could tell that you didn’t believe him though, so he decided to be honest. “You wanna know something?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve had a crush on you too,” he admitted, making your eyes widen. “Not for as long as you have, but at least two years. I just never made a move because you seemed so shy around me and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable because I figured that you just weren’t interested.”

“Seriously?” You gasped and he nodded. “We’re a big pair of idiots then, huh?”

“Definitely,” he laughed as he reached over and grabbed both of your hands in his. “It’s a good thing that we both decided to participate in the Ceremony then, huh?”

“Another confession? I only joined because I was hoping that my Omega would be able to say to your Alpha what I’ve never been able to bring myself to say aloud,” you told him. 

“And what is that?”

“That I want to be with you, Kim Taehyung,” you replied. Taehyung felt his Alpha preen at your confession and it wasn’t that Taehyung had doubted the validity of the Ceremony but actually being able to feel the connection between the two of you only solidified everything for him.

“I want to be with you too Y/N L/N,” he smiled. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” you giggled and Taehyung let go of your hands to set his hands on your cheeks, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. The kiss began soft at first, the both of you feeling a little nervous since this whole thing was so new.

It wasn’t until you laid back on the bed, pulling Taehyung down along with you that the two of you became more comfortable, you opening your mouth and allowing his tongue to slide against yours. Taehyung set his hand on your thigh, gently tracing random shapes with his fingertips as you kissed each other passionately.

“Y/N, I have to ask you something,” he murmured and you pulled away from his lips to look up at him. 

“What is it?”

“Are you a virgin?” He wondered and you felt your cheeks warm up immediately. “I’m not trying to be intrusive or anything, I just want to know so that I can gauge how comfortable you are.”

“Do you remember when I dated Xiumin?” You asked him and he rolled his eyes.

“That dickhead? Yeah,” he huffed.

“I lost my virginity to him.”

“Well, I can’t say that I’m in love with that piece of information,” he admitted.

“I only dated him because I was trying to get over you, which sounds really bad when I say it out loud,” you laughed. “That was around the same time that you were dating Jisoo.”

“Ah,” he said as he set his fingertips over your lips to silence you. “We don’t mention that forbidden name.”

“Ok, sorry,” you giggled. 

“So, if I told you that I want to have sex with you tonight,” Taehyung began, making your lower half clench around nothing. “Would you want to?”

“Yes,” you rushed out. “I want to.”

“Good, because I want to too,” he smiled before leaning down and kissing you again. You moaned into his mouth when he moved over so that he was on top of you, his lips never leaving yours as he did so. He then trailed his lips downwards, licking and sucking on the skin of your neck. 

“Ohh,” you sighed in pleasure, reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair. Taehyung pulled away and reached up to grab your hands, untangling them from his hair and holding your wrists firmly when he placed them back down on the bed above your head, holding them there. 

“You keep these here for me, ok?” He asked and you could tell from his tone that he was both asking for permission and clarification. 

“Ok,” you whispered and he smiled. 

“Perfect Omega,” he murmured as he went back to kissing your neck and you had to clasp your hands together because you were too tempted to reach down and touch him again. After he had left a few marks on your neck, he brought his hands up and grabbed onto your breasts which made you gasp.

“As beautiful as this dress is Y/N-ah, I think we should take it off now. Yeah?” Taehyung suggested and you nodded your head rapidly. He moved off of you so that you could sit up and he moved around the bed on his knees so that he was behind you. He reached out and pulled down the zipper on your dress, and you reached up and pulled the dress down off of your shoulders. Once your arms were out of it, you got up onto your knees and pushed it down your legs and onto the floor. 

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous Y/N-ah,” he muttered huskily as he took in the sight of you in your stark white bralette and white lace panties. Your Omega preened at his praise, making your cheeks warm up.

“Really?”

“Really,” he smiled, moving back around your body and leaning down so that he was face to face with your breasts as he reached out to grab ahold of them. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

“I’m the lucky one,” you whispered as he pulled the material of the bralette to the side, causing both of your breasts to fall out. Without another word, he leaned forward and sucked your nipple into his mouth. You couldn’t help but to fall back on the bed, Taehyung falling along without a problem and not letting up on the onslaught that was his tongue.

Once your nipple had stiffened to a peak, he switched over to your other nipple and gave it the same treatment. You could smell your scent from in between your thighs, the notes of berries and pink champagne becoming stronger and stronger the wetter you became. 

You knew Taehyung could smell you too, because you could feel the outline of his hard cock against your inner thigh. 

“Fuck, Alpha,” you whimpered. “Wanna suck you off.”

“Whatever you want baby,” he agreed easily after pulling his mouth away from you, sitting up and reaching down to unbutton his slacks. You sat up, watching with hooded eyes as he unzipped them, pushing them down a little bit so that he was able to pull out his cock and your mouth literally watered at the sight of it. 

Taehyung’s cock wasn’t enormous, but it was definitely longer than average and it looked to be thick. You reached out and wrapped both of your hands around his length, and you felt yourself become wetter when you realized that you couldn’t even wrap your hands around him completely.

“Fuck, I can smell you baby,” he grumbled and you moaned softly at the pet name. “Do you like what you see?”

“Mmhm,” you nodded, leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of his cock. He exhaled harshly, looking down to watch as you did your best to take as much of him in your mouth as possible. You actually managed to do pretty good, doing your best to breathe through your nose as you sunk down closer and closer to the base of his cock. 

“Oh fuck,” he huffed. “Such a good girl, taking Alpha’s cock down your throat.” Bringing your hands back up, you stacked both of them on top of each other as you jerked him off while suckling on the head of his cock. 

“God, that feels good. Makes me want to fuck your throat,” he grumbled. “You gonna let me do that one day baby? Gonna let Alpha use your mouth?”

“Mmm, yes Alpha,” you gasped after releasing him from your mouth, your spit acting as lube as you continued to jerk him off. 

“Fuck, lay down for me,” he instructed you. “I have to taste you.” You didn’t hesitate to follow his instructions, laying back on the bed and resting on your forearms as you watched him push his slacks and boxers down and off his legs before he moved onto unbuttoning his shirt. 

He wasn’t overly muscular but you could still see the outline of what would be a six-pack, and your inner Omega loved the fact that your Alpha would be able to protect you if need be. 

Taehyung laid down on his front in between your legs, pulling your panties to the side before leaning forward and licking a stripe up your pussy, from your slit up to your clit. You gasped, your thighs involuntarily coming to together but Taehyung’s hands came up to push them back down. 

“Be still and let me make you come baby,” he whispered and you nodded numbly. He then went back to licking at you, making you whine and squirm underneath him. 

“Huh, holy shit,” you gasped, your chest beginning to move up and down quickly as your orgasm approached you. “Please don’t stop Tae.”

“Mmm,” he moaned against you, shaking his head back and forth over your clit which made his tongue do the same. 

“Do that again,” you requested and he obliged you, shaking his head back and forth rapidly and you felt your orgasm winding to it’s end in your abdomen. “Fuck yes, I’m gonna come.” Your head fell back onto the bed and just as you closed your eyes and felt yourself about to tip over the edge into ecstasy, Taehyung pulled away from you. 

“What?” You whimpered as you opened your eyes, looking down at him. 

“I want you to come on my knot,” he told you. He reached out and grabbed the band of your panties, pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. He then settled himself in between your thighs, leaning down and letting his cock rub against your clit. 

“If you want me to come on your knot, you shouldn’t do that,” you whimpered.

“You could come like this?” He wondered in awe and you nodded your head. “We’re gonna have to test that out one day.”

“We have the rest of our lives for that,” you promised him. 

“You got that right,” he smiled, moving his hips so that he could slide inside of you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands gripping onto his arms as he slowly opened you up. 

“Fuh, fuck,” you stuttered, your eyes fluttering closed at how good he felt inside of you, stretching you out in the best way.

“God, you’re so tight but you’re opening up so well for me baby,” Taehyung grunted, making sure to push his hips as close to yours as he could so that he could go as deep as possible. “You really are my mate, huh?”

“Yes,” you whispered, your mind barely being able to comprehend his words because the feeling of being completely and utterly clouded all of your senses. He continued to roll his hips against yours, his cock dragging against your walls as he did. 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this, how much I’ve thought about this,” he muttered. “I’d see you walking around the territory all shy, keeping your eyes low so that people wouldn’t approach you and all I could think about was that you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and how much I wanted to fuck you with my knot.”

“Mmm, knot,” you slurred, making Taehyung smile because of course knot was the word that you caught. 

“I’d watch you with the pups, teaching them and being so gentle and patient with them and my only thought would be about how I wanted to fuck some pups of my own into you so that you could be their mother,” he groaned, his hips stuttering slightly when he felt your walls clench around him like a vice grip. “Oh, you want that? Want Alpha to give you some pups?”

“Fuck yes,” you moaned wantonly, moving your own hips so that you were fucking back onto him. “Want your cum, want a pup.”

“I’ll give it to you baby,” he swore as he began to fuck you faster. “Alpha will give you anything you want.”

“W-want you,” you whined as you felt your orgasm quickly building back up again. 

“You have me baby,” he chuckled deeply. “You always have, I think.”

“A-alpha, g-gonna c-c-come,” you managed to utter as your body moved up and down the bed, the force of Taehyung fucking you literally moving you on the bed. 

“Go ahead so that I can knot you gorgeous,” he encouraged you. You reached down and set your fingertips on your clit, only managing to make two circles on it before you were coming. Your thighs spasmed and clutched around Taehyung’s waist, the rest of your body shaking on the bed from how forceful your orgasm was. 

“T-Tae,” you whimpered, your body shivering even after the crest of your orgasm had passed. Taehyung leaned down, pressing soft kisses against your face that were in stark contrast to how he was still fucking you. 

“So good for me baby,” he whispered. “Came so prettily for me.”

“Kiss me,” you pleaded weakly and he just smiled at you before pressing his lips against yours. The force coming from how hard he was thrusting into you caused your mouth to fall open and Taehyung didn’t hesitate to stick his tongue inside, exploring around.

You literally felt his cock pulse inside of you and before you could pull away in order to ask, ropes of his cum flooded into you. His knot inflated immediately afterwards, making you moan as it forced its’ way inside of you. 

“Holy shit Y/N-ah,” he panted as he hid his face in your neck, collapsing on top of you. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life.”

“Me either,” you admitted with a giggle. “I loved it though.”

“Me too,” he muttered as he pulled himself up so that he could look down at you. “I know this is probably a weird thing to ask given what we just got finished doing, but you accept the fact that you’re my mate right?”

“Tae, of course,” you smiled. “My Omega would hate me if I rejected you and you know our wolf side doesn’t lie.”

“I guess I just wanted to know if it was as strong for you as it was for me,” he mumbled and you placed your hands on his cheeks, making him look down at you. 

“You’re my mate Kim Taehyung,” you told him. “I knew it and felt it the moment that you gave me your wrist and I smelled your scent.”

“I knew it too,” he smiled. “I’ll give you your bite in the morning, I’m just too tired right now.”

“No complaints from me,” you laughed. “Coming so hard can definitely take a lot out of a person.” Taehyung then laid his head down on your chest and you reached up, setting your hands in his hair as you began to play with the sweaty strands.

“I’m so glad that my Alpha chose you,” he muttered sleepily and you could feel the goofy smile spread onto your face before you leaned down and kissed the top of his head. 

“Me too Tae,” you sighed in contentment. “Me too.”

[dancingazaleas]

zeke yeager | pta meeting

i literally don’t know how to shut up about him

also this is all because i saw a drabble of dilf!zeke and it’s been on my mind nonstop

warnings/notes: dilf!zeke, fem!reader, cursing, eventual smut, zeke is a divorced/widowed dad(at 33), reader is 21, cursing, zeke has a mean daughter and a sweet daughter, breeding kink, overstimulation, brief choking, slight degradation, shit one shot i’m sorry

you swear to the lord that zeke’s 11 year old daughter is a menace to society.

she’s brutally honest, just like zeke, and mean. she’s oddly mature for her age, and you think it might have something to do with her late mother. she looks almost nothing like zeke, but she certainly inherited her personality from him. she’s got curly dark brown hair that ends at her armpits and zeke’s grey eyes. she has a button nose along with rosy cheeks, something else she inherited from her mother.

“y’know my daddy only dates you cause you take care of me and aloisia,” isolde says to you as she slips on her school shoes.

you feel your eye twitch as you turn to zeke’s other daughter, aloisia, who’s seven and looks exactly like zeke. she’s got his nose, his hair color, and even eye shape. she’s got hazel eyes and a slim face. she’s as bubbly as they come, always greeting people she passes by on the street, always making friends at the park.

“i’m ready,” she holds up her small hand to you, a silent request for you to hold her hand.

“same,” isolde stands up after she swings her back pack onto her back, brushing off the nonexistent dirt on her navy blue skirt.

“zeke, the girls are ready!!” you shout out, taking aloisia into your arms.

zeke comes stumbling out of his bedroom, a white sleep shirt covering his torso and grey sweatpants.

“you’re going in that,” you raise an eyebrow at his attire, “we’re going to a parent-teacher meeting, not the gym.”

“yeah daddy, my teachers are gonna think you’re a bum or something,” isolde snickers.

“i’ll help your dad, go watch tv for a little bit longer,” you chuckle at zeke’s pout and put down aloisia, who runs to the couch.

isolde takes off her backpack and joins her sister on the couch, putting her feet on the coffee table as aloisia puts on avatar: the last airbender.

“i thought the dress code was casual,” zeke furrows his brows as you take his hand and lead him back into his bedroom.

“it is. sweatpants are not casual, they’re lounge wear,” you snicker as he flops onto the bed while you close the door and go into the closet.

you know zeke’s rolling his eyes at you, judging from his silence. you grab ahold of a white button up with light grey vertical stripes on it, trying to picture your boyfriend in the shirt. you shake your head and put it back on the rack, deciding that the default outfit would be best for now. you take a white button up off the hanger and grab a pair of black dress pants from his dresser. you hand him a pair of black loafers to go along with it and some long black socks that would cover up his ankles, you’re so glad you reminded him that they exist. you throw a black belt next to him as well.

“this is boring.”

“zeke, this is a pta meeting, the whole thing will be boring,” you watch him rid himself of his shirt.

“should i wear a tie?”

“no, you’ll look better with one button undone,” you smile as he struggles to balance correctly when he puts on his pants.

he tucks the shirt inside his pants and slips on the belt with ease. he unbuttons a button before he slips on his socks.

“i thought today was my day off,” he smirks at you while you roll up his cuffs a bit.

you roll your eyes and he slips on his shoes. he doesn’t need to do his hair, it’s just effortlessly neat.

“time to go,” you scurry to the front door with the girls following behind you.

“he doesn’t look homeless anymore,” isolde notes when zeke follows you all out of the door.

“not funny,” he huffs while he locks the door behind him and the girls get into the black SUV zeke drives.

you help aloisia buckle herself up in the car seat and then slip into the passenger’s seat next to zeke. he’s grumbling something about ‘uncle eren’ and ‘getting the girls’ as he turns the car on.

————

you try to ignore the women ogling zeke as you all walk down the school hallway. you send isolde off to her class since her meeting is after aloisia’s.

“i hope you’ve been good,” you say to aloisia, who’s holding both your’s and zeke’s hands.

“i have! ms greene says i’m one of the best,” she gloats, and you hope for zeke’s sake that ms greene isn’t bluffing.

you three walk into the second grade classroom, which is empty because you reserved the appointment, only to find the teacher isn’t in there. it only seems to make aloisia more excited as she tugs you and zeke towards the class wall with a bunch of pictures of it.

“look, look!!” she jumps as she points at her’s, “they said to draw our family and she said i did a good job!!”

the picture is a messily drawn family portrait of zeke, isolde, and aloisia.

“you drew (name) very pretty,” zeke smiles at you when you snap your head back to look at the picture in closer detail.

there you are, stick figure holding hands with zeke’s and aloisia with isolde on zeke’s other side. you never expected to be on aloisia’s family portrait, you’d barely been in her life for two years and weren’t exactly motherly. you’re a struggling college student that she occasionally sees crying at the kitchen table with zeke comforting you from behind. she, on very rare occasions, sees you come home, absolutely plastered, with a sober zeke leading you to his room. you’re the woman that wakes her up when you cry on the couch late at night. you were, admittedly, okay with not being seen as their mom.

it wasn’t your place, for so many reasons. one, you didn’t exactly act as a role model. two, you could never replace her mother and would never try. three, zeke never referred to you as such. you’d only ever act like their mother whenever you were in certain situations. but that didn’t mean you didn’t want them to see you as a maternal figure.

it made you want to cry, but luckily you didn’t. you just smile at the picture and pat aloisia’s head in approval.

“you did do a very good job,” you smile down at her and before you can give her a hug, you notice a woman walking into the room.

“oh, you must be zeke yeager, aloisia’s dad! i’m ms greene,” her face flushes while she holds out her hand for him to shake.

“yea, that’s me. it’s nice to meet you,” he shakes her hand.

she turns to you, “oh my goodness, i didn’t know aloisia and isolde had an older sister!”

“no, she’s my girlfriend of two years,” zeke chuckles uncomfortably.

“i’m (name), nice to meet you,” you wave your hand, “i’m just here to keep an eye on aloisia while you two talk.”

zeke and her go to a table in the corner of the room and aloisia drags you towards a bookshelf.

thirty minutes of aloisia rambling about her favorite book go by seemingly quick, and you watch as she cheers when her classmates walk into the room. zeke’s walking towards you, holding a thumbs up with a cocky smile, for whatever reason.

you kiss aloisia goodbye, who doesn’t seem too fazed, and head towards isolde’s classroom. you hold hands with zeke while swinging them back and forth while he repeats everything the teacher’s said to him.

“i can’t believe my little girl’s at a third grade reading level,” he exclaims, “that vocabulary studying did wonders!!”

“you should thank me since i was the one who studied with her cause she asked about my assignments for class,” you taunt and laugh when zeke pulls you closer by the shoulder.

that’s how the two of you walk into isolde’s classroom. she’s sitting at a table with her teacher, miss dunst, and fidgeting with her thumbs anxiously. she’s covering half of her face with her hair. with the one eye you can see it looks puffy and her cheeks are red, as if she’d been crying.

it has both you and zeke rushing to sit down on both side of her, zeke asking miss dunst what happened while you tend to isolde.

“hey, why are you crying,” you’re squatting by her chair and you reach to brush the hair out of her face.

when you see her other eye, you gasp out at the black eye starting to form on her eye.

“oh my god, zeke, look at her face!!”

“that is what i wanted to speak about with you. isolde has been getting bullied by some of her classmates. today, a little girl hit her after isolde defended herself while they argued,” the poor woman looks sad watching you and zeke check isolde for more wounds.

“why has she been bullied? she’s not mentioned this to me or (name),” zeke asks while examining her eye more closely.

“well, during the first day of school, isolde introduced herself and told the class about her family. she mentioned you, mr yeager, and her sister. the kids asked about her mother before i could stop them and she was honest with them and said that she had passed. she then said that she still, in a way, had a mother. your girlfriend, mr yeager.

“i asked her occupation, to which isolde said a college student. the kids got loud but i managed to quiet them down, and i thought it was the end of that. after that, her classmates started to pick on her verbally about your age gap and her late mother. i didn’t find out about it until this morning when isolde was hit,” miss dunst frowns as she explains.

before zeke could open his mouth, you speak up, “i’m the girlfriend, (name). i am hoping that these children will be punished accordingly and that their parents be notified. if this has really been going on all year like you say, then at this point their parents should be involved.”

“of course! i’m giving all of their parents a call after classes today. the little girl who hit her is sitting down with the principal right now, so she should be safe if you two would like her to stay at school.”

“give us a moment,” you smile kindly, which she returns, and walks to her desk to give you ‘privacy’.

“isolde, why didn’t you tell your daddy or i about what was going on,” you ask while she hugs zeke.

she peeks her head out of his chest, “didn’t want to seem weak.”

“why would you be worried about that,” zeke asks.

“after mom died, you were always so sad and stressed. i thought that if i was strong, you would be happier,” she explains shakily.

“isolde, look at me,” you put a hand on her knee, “you were six years old when your mommy died. six year olds shouldn’t know how to accurately take care of themselves, it’s why your daddy was there. i’m sure your daddy appreciated the effort, but i promise you that all he wanted you to be was his happy little girl. you don’t need to be strong at 11 years old, and you don’t need to be strong all the time. like you said, your daddy was sad when your mom died. it didn’t make him weak, it made him a person. and that’s what you are; a person. a little person.”

she sniffles and nods at you, “people can’t do everything by themselves. i’m sorry if we made it feel like you couldn’t tell us, and it’s totally understandable that you felt that way.”

zeke hums in agreement, “we love you, baby. so much.”

“love you too,” she mumbles with a small smile.

“do you want to stay at school,” zeke asks, he didn’t want to force her into a situation where she didn’t want to be.

“i have a math test later, don’t wanna miss it,” she sighs, now looking up at you.

“(name)...?”

you tilt your head while you wait for her answer.

“i’m sorry i’ve been so mean to you. everyone was making fun of me and called it weird, so i guess i wanted to believe that too,” your heart warms whenever she looks away shyly.

great, now zeke’s horny from seeing you act motherly.

————

ever since you and zeke had stepped off school campus, one of his hands was always touching you. it didn’t matter where, zeke was shameless.

even as you unlock the door to the his house, he has his chest pressed against your back and his arms wrapped around your waist. his lips are kissing softly at your neck and his hands are shamelessly groping at your boobs.

“zeke, what is up with you,” you laugh whenever you open the door, kicking off your shoes immediately.

“horny,” he admits, swiftly following after you and locking the door behind himself.

“what about this morning made you horny,” you ask shyly while you sit on the couch.

zeke’s buttons are halfway undone and his belt is somewhere on the floor. he squeezes in behind you, once again pressing his chest against your back.

“acting maternal, i guess,” his beard tickles the back of your neck as he kisses it.

“is this why you told isolde it was okay if she wanted to stay at school,” you snicker at his fingers pulling your shirt over your head.

“why else,” he scoffs, “my only day off in a while and i’m horny. sounds like a deal.”

you whimper whenever he starts biting at your neck and when his large hands slip under your bra.

“zeke, if we’re gonna do it on the couch, can i at least lay on my back,” you ask while zeke unclips your bra.

without a word, he’s thrown you onto the couch on your back and climbing on top of you seconds later. your hands quickly unbutton the rest of his shirt, pushing it halfway off of his body.

zeke throws the shirt onto the floor and kisses you, hands running up and down your torso. he pulls away to kiss and suck at your neck while his hands grope at your tits. you’re stuck between laughing and moaning at zeke’s beard dragging against your neck.

his mouth trails down to your tits, mouth attaching to your left tit while he continues to grope your right one. you let out a moan whenever he tweaks your nipple with his right hand and bites softly at your left nipple.

he pulls away from your chest, tugging off your pants and panties in frustration. it leaves you laughing and assisting him. whenever your pants do come off, he throws them to the ground and spreads your legs.

“zeke, they’re not opening too far, we’re on a couch,” you note, but soon stand corrected as zeke grabs your ankle and puts it on the back of the couch.

“nevermind,” you snicker at his cocky smirk, as if he’d done something amazing.

your other leg hangs off the couch, leaving you spread open for zeke. zeke spreads open your glistening folds with thumbs and gives a mindful lick up to your clit. after realizing that his beard is not rubbing against you uncomfortably, he dives in like it’s a pool, which he thinks it is because of how wet you are.

his mouth his sucking on your clit vigorously, as if he were a man starved. you’re moaning wantonly as he suddenly ups the speed. how did he even go that fast, you have no clue, but either way you enjoy it. your back in arching off of the couch and your toes are curling as zeke starts bringing you closer to an orgasm.

“zeke!! i’m... i’m gonna come,” you tug at his hair as your legs start to convulse and close around his head.

he only goes faster, and you wonder to yourself if zeke is powered by batteries or something. but the thought is quickly shut off whenever you finally orgasm, moaning out in ecstasy and throwing your head back against the couch cushions.

zeke slows down his pace, helping you ride through your orgasm. he pulls away whenever you’ve calmed down, fingers immediately pressing at your tight entrance.

“zeke... i-i’m too sensitive,” your complaint goes ignored as two of zeke’s fingers are suddenly inside of you.

“don’t care, deal with it,” he huffs as his fingers stretch you out.

with his other hand, his thumb is rubbing at your puffy clit at the same time of his fingers curling inside of you. your hips buck up with a mewl and zeke chuckles at the sight. unlike last time, he’s moving his tantalizingly slow.

his fingers curl once more, rubbing against the spongy part inside of you sweetly. you buck your hips up again at the contact and curl your toes whenever zeke starts abusing that spot with overwhelming speed. curling his fingers against the spot each time he pistons his fingers in and out of you.

“zeke!!” you come again while moaning his name and he can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

zeke chuckles when he pulls his fingers out, spreading them apart to watch your juices stick together in strings. he plops the fingers in his own mouth, rubbing his other hand up and down your quivering thigh as he pulls away from your sloppy cunt.

he pulls his fingers out of his mouth with an obnoxious ‘pop’ and pulls off his pants and boxers at the same time. he groans at his cock hitting against his lower stomach.

you stare at zeke’s cock. the tip is flushed with a bashful pink and his hair is trimmed nicely against his groin. he’s more girth than he is length, a whopping 6.5 inches, which is something he absolutely gets arrogant about.

“hurry,” you huff while watching zeke fist his cock.

“nah, you gotta beg for it, baby,” the corner of his mouth tugs upwards as he watches you wipe away your tears from the previous orgasm.

“zeke,” you whine and wiggle your hips, “please please please give me your cock. need it so bad.”

he hums thoughtfully, and it already gives you his answer.

“please... i want it so bad, need to be fucked by you,” you pout but perk up at his dismissive shrugging.

“since you want it so bad,” he’s laughing while he puts his right hand on your pelvis and his other on his shaft to enter you.

you gasp at the feeling of him pushing inside of you, grabbing for his, now, free hand. when you catch his hand, you guide it to your bruised neck for him to grasp on. he’s chuckling once again, fingers lightly squeezing against your throat as he continues to push himself in.

he groans whenever he bottoms out, letting go of your neck to grab at your plush thighs. he pushes the towards your chest and thrusts into you shallowly after he spits on his cock buried in your pussy. he hits you deeper than he would’ve before, that much is obvious by your moans raising octaves when he starts to thrust roughly.

your hands reach up to grab the back of his thighs to pull him closer to you than before. he’s groaning at the feeling of your pussy squeezing onto him each time he pulls out and thrusts back into you.

“fuck... zeke!!” you cry and throat your head back.

“fuck,” he grunts, “you’re so fuckin’ tight. even after how much i fuck this pretty little cunt each week.”

his words make you whimper and squeeze your grip on his thighs, making crescent moons into the skin.

“i’m gonna come... i’m gonna come again,” you pant out, back already starting to arch, “come with me please..!”

he speeds up his thrusts, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass getting increasingly louder as he does so.

“you wanna come with me so badly,” he asks tauntingly while you nod.

“god, zeke, please,” you try to ignore the saliva and tears on your face as you continue to scream out for zeke.

“i’ll give my sweet girl my cum since she asked so nicely,” he’s biting his lip whenever he feels his orgasm getting closer.

“yes! yes! please,” you sound so desperate as your orgasm gets closer, “zeke, please, fuck a baby into me, please..!”

zeke almost comes right then at your pleas, but ends up stilling and adjusting his stance to thrust into you more efficiently. the sudden stop makes you whine but it’s soon interrupted with a gasp as he jackhammers into you harder and faster than before.

“fuckin’ whore, wanting me to fuck a baby into you. to make you a mom. since you asked so nicely, i’ll oblige,” he berates.

“you me to fuck a baby into you? make you a mom?” it has you nodding frantically.

zeke continues to degrade you as you’re orgasm comes rushing towards you, fingers now clawing at his thighs as a signal.

zeke thrusts into you two more times before the two of you manage to orgasm simultaneously. his jackhammering slows into a grind, helping the two of you ride out the euphoria you’ve both just went through.

you whimper whenever he pulls out, uncomfortable at the sudden emptiness in you. he watches his cum start to dribble out of you, telling you to keep your legs up. he scurries off to find a paper towel or something to wipe it up with before it falls onto the couch. you shiver whenever you feel a wet cloth wipe away the dribbling cum.

he’s wiping down your chest and neck as well with a clean side of it after you put your legs down. he carries you off into his bathroom, sitting you on the counter while he readies the shower.

“i can’t believe you said that,” he raises a questioning eyebrow at you while he checks the water’s temperature.

“i wouldn’t mind having your kid,” you shrug and watch him put two towels on the counter next to you.

“i might just give you one, don’t say that,” he jokes as he starts to hug you.

“‘m okay with that,” you sigh and lean into his touch, enjoying his warmth.

“you’re stupid,” he snorts and kisses at your shoulder.

“only for you,” you snuggle your head into his neck with a giggle.

“i love you,” he sighs.

“i love you. enough to have your kids.”

maybe in a few hours when you weren’t bathing in the afterglow, zeke would bring it up to you.

[vibraniumwing]

soft.

a bucky barnes x fem!reader wherein the reader comes home to see the super soldier with a toddler tucked in his lap.

WARNING: none! (all mistakes within the story are mine)

A/N: soft and domestic (and clingy) bucky, anyone? i’ve written this with tfaws bucky in mind after episode five where he was on the couch and smiled after seeing sam’s nephews. so yes now i present to you bucky with a child bcs we need that content, ,, good bYe for i shall be drowning in my own feels.

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“Do you really have to go, doll?” Bucky asked, watching you by the frame of your shared bedroom door with his hands crossed against his chest. A heavy sigh heaving from his lips as his eyes observed you pick out a shirt to wear, hands grasping on his black shirt and opted to wear that; a small smile formed on his lips as you slipped into the clothing piece, adoring how big it looks on you.

You turned to him with your hand on your waist, an eyebrow raised, “Unless you want to starve for a whole month then fine I won’t go to the grocery” you say teasingly, checking yourself out in the mirror before walking up to him, arms linking around his neck loosely; his hands circling around your waist in a protective manner as he pulls you into him. “I won’t be gone for the whole day, James.”

He groaned softly, wanting nothing more than to accompany you but seeing that you were going with your mother, he opted out. “You always say that then be gone for the whole afternoon.” he grumbles in between the kisses he gives you. “You and your mom take so much time at the grocery store.”

You threw your head back and laughed, finding his small whiny state adorable. You retract your arms from behind his neck and cupped the sides of his face, squishing his cheeks gently. “You sound like a child, Buck. I promise I won’t be long. Besides, you have Alpine to keep you company.” you motion your head to the sleeping cat on the bed.

“Now please let me go so I can leave now and be back sooner.” you tell him, pressing one final kiss to his lips before ducking out of his embrace, making your way to the front door and grabbing your car keys before turning back to see him standing behind you with a small pout on his lips (albeit he would never admit to doing such an act),

You grinned and walked up to him, reaching up to press a small kiss on his lips. “Sometimes it's hard to believe you’re this big scary dude that can take twenty men down in a course of ten minutes when all I see is this big baby.” you tease, a hand snaking up to the back of his head to play with the ends of his hair softly.

“Doll wait before you go” Bucky starts off, holding onto you, cheeks lightly flushed as he hesitated with his words, clearing his throat lightly before looking away, “Can you set up that damn Netflix thing on the TV before you leave?”

Your gaze on him softened even more and nodded, leading him to the living room and set the whole thing up for him, handing him the remote right after. “I’m guessing you can manage now?” he smiled shyly, the area around his eyes crinkling as he nodded. “Yeah, I will. Thanks, doll.”

“I’ll be back later, I love you, Buck!” You bid him a goodbye, looking back at him from the door and gave him a small wave, the male waving back before focusing on the TV, searching for that one movie you suggested he watch.

“What was that movie called again? RIght, The Breakfast Club”

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Not even half-way through the movie, Bucky had somehow fallen asleep on the couch, not finding the first few minutes of the film entertaining. He somehow fell deep into slumber that he didn’t even notice the front door of the house opening until he felt something being placed on his stomach.

He stirred awake and the first thing his blurry vision could make out is the outline of a toddler sitting on him. “Hey James, I’m leaving Hugo with you and Y/N for the weekend. Our babysitter cancelled out last minute and I’ve been trying to call my sister but she hasn’t picked up any calls.” Damian, your younger brother said in a rush, putting down your nephew’s baby bag on the coffee table. “Thanks James, we owe you one.”

But before Bucky could get a say in any of this, Damian was already out the door and the sound of a car pulling away was followed. Barely half-awake, he stared at the tyke who was staring right back at him with his innocent E/C doe eyes. “What do I do with you?”

He takes Hugo in his arms as he sits up, placing him on his lap, his metal arm reaching over to pause television. “Y/N’s better at this than I am.” he mumbles, watching the child look around the room before he started to fidget on the larger male’s lap, wanting to roam around.

Bucky sighs, “Now why won’t Y/N answer her calls?” he asks the tiny human who was still staring up at him. He reaches over to grab his phone and dials your number, only to hear it ring from the other side of the house, inside your room. He dropped the call and placed his phone inside his pocket, now wondering what he could do to keep the small person alive.

“Usually Y/N deals with you.” He says, watching the small child struggle on his lap, clearly wanting to get down. Bucky finally gets what Hugo wanted to do and sets him down on the carpeted floor, watching the toddler (wobbly) walk around the space freely.

Seeing that the child was doing alright after finding a small fixation with Alpine who was now resting near the couch, he returned his attention back to the TV to resume watching the movie. His attention split in half as he continued to glance back at the kid who was now playing with the toys you had brought him and kept at in a basket in the corner of the living room where you deemed it “Hugo’s Area”

Bucky was finally getting into the film, entertainment written all over his face at the sight of the students dancing around the library until it morphed into one of concern when a small bonk followed by a loud cry resonated the room making him look over at Hugo who was already flushed from crying.

He paused the movie again and rushed over to Hugo’s side, taking the small boy in his arms, cradling him on his lap as he tried to calm him down. “Now kid, don’t cry on me. C’mon” he mumbled, raising him up lightly to look at his forehead as he searched for any wounds, relieved to find none.

“C’mon James, what would Y/N do…” He said to himself, standing up as he moved around and cradled the crying child, trying to remember what you would do whenever he has meltdowns like this.

“Oh god, right!” Bucky exclaimed as he remembered, quickly going to the couch and sat down, placing Hugo on his lap as he gently placed his vibranium hand on the back of his head and his flesh one cupping the smaller one’s cheek, wiping the tears that glistened on his smooth skin.

Seeing how the toddler was starting to calm down, he carefully spoke, “Now you gotta work with me, little one.” Bucky then proceeded to blow softly on his face, remembering how you would do that when Hugo was having a fit. “Now can you do that for me as well?” He asked, encouraging the child with a small smile.

Once he felt the kid do the same thing, he repeated the steps a few more times until he was completely calm, letting the child snuggle up against his chest, feeling how he would occasionally let out a small shuddering sob from time to time, making Bucky laugh at the adorable action. “Now what do you want to do?” he gently asked, the cold surface of his metal hand that caressed the child’s back making small bubbles of laughter elicit from the baby.

“Bucky wead [ read ] pwease?” was all that left the two-year old’s mouth, causing a small surprise from the older. Hugo then pushed himself off from Bucky’s chest and turned to his small corner of the room, raising his small arm and pointing his even smaller finger towards the bookshelf that was filled to the brim with story books.

A chuckle left the soldier’s lips, “Alright then, little dude. Go take your pick.” he then proceeded to let him down and watch as the toddler walked his way towards the array of books and picked out one, running back towards him with a big smile.

“Alright big guy, what do you have for me?” Bucky asked, taking the tyke in his arms once again, taking the book from Hugo’s hands. He let out a (very) fake gasp of excitement which made the toddler laugh out loud as his reaction, making small little wiggles of his own eagerness for the book.

Bucky shifted in his seat a little to be more comfortable, letting Hugo snuggle up to him as he opened the book and started to read, “Llama Llama, red pajama, reads a story with his mama.”

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You were elated to finally come back home and fall into your lover’s arms from a long day of errands with your mom. After the Target trip with your mom, you had to drive her back home and help her with her own groceries and pack up everything with her over at your childhood home一 with an addition of having a few serious talks with her about your future.

“Seriously, Y/N. When are you going to give me a grandchild?” Your mother poked your sides as you helped her bring in the bags filled with her stuff. Ever since Damian introduced Hugo to the family, she’d been on your heels about when you and Bucky would bring one to them as well; admittedly you and him had been in a much longer relationship than Damian and his wife which surprises everyone even more.

You shrugged, rolling your eyes in a playful manner. “I don’t know, mom. I think I’m content being with Bucky for now.” you answered truthfully, setting the items on the kitchen island and turned to her, “Besides, we have Alpine! Our cat!”

This made your mother sigh, laughing softly at your antics. “I know my sweet girl, but I’m just so excited to see a little you or James run around with Hugo.” Her answer causes your heart to swell at the thought of starting a family with him some day; conversations like this with him are normal but are always caught in a fleeting moment so you were never certain about his opinions on the matter.

“Well you just have to wait and see, ma.”

Taking the bags in your hand, you walked over to the door and opened it with ease, expecting to see Bucky waiting for you on the other side only to be greeted by none. Your eyebrows were furrowed as you carefully stepped inside, assuming he had fallen asleep as he waited for you until you heard his quiet voice resonating through the living room. “Little llama, don’t you know? Mama llama loves you so”

You peeked at the source of the sound and what you saw made you just melt on the spot. Bucky had Hugo on his lap, your nephew playing with the thumb of his artificial arm as he listened to the story that he was barely paying attention to as he was already falling asleep.

Not wanting to interrupt the moment, you graced on over to the kitchen in silence and arranged everything as quiet as you can. The smile on your face growing bigger at the thought of how much of a good father Bucky could be; the sight of him with your nephew caused a thousand butterflies to dance around in your stomach freely.

“You’re back, doll?” Bucky’s quiet voice made you jump, head whipping to his direction where he stood with Hugo fast asleep in his arms.

You nod and walk towards him, offering to take him from his arms and Bucky disagreed, pulling away from your attempts. “Hugo’s with me, I’ll take him to bed and I’ll help you finish out here, alright?”

Chuckling softly, you agree and reach up to place a quick kiss on your nephew’s forehead, moving aside so Bucky can place him down inside your room.

You were folding up the plastic bags when you felt a pair of arms sneak up and circle your waist, capturing you in a back hug. Your back was flat against his chest, the warmth from his body making you relax in his arms. Turning around, you let your arms snake up around his neck, your hands playing with the ends of his hair, his physique visibly loosening up. “So your brother came here earlier and said you weren’t picking up your calls.”

“I forgot my phone, i know.” you told him, throwing your head back slightly to let out a soft groan of annoyance at yourself before looking back at him. You met his gaze and his eyes were filled with adoration and love with a spark of something you can’t seem to pinpoint. “What’s going through that head of yours, James?”

He hummed softly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, “I was just thinking of how I want to have a family of my own with you.” he answered truthfully, not finding anything shameful in admitting his thoughts. “The afternoon I spent with Hugo made me realize I want that for us as well.” his words were soft and dripping with enthusiasm at the thought of being with you for the rest of your days.

This made your cheeks flush lightly, a happy smile resting on your lips as you were already in agreement of his words, “I’ve been thinking the exact same thing, Bucky. I can’t wait to have our own little minion running around the house.” you admitted, this time making Bucky smile even wider than yours, happy that you had the same thought.

“Also, not to brag but I think I’m his favourite now.” Bucky said out of nowhere, grabbing the small carton of chocolate milk from behind you and letting you go, opening the drink and chugging it down in one go.

You rolled your eyes at his words, playfully flipping him off as you sauntered into the pantry where you were arranging your stock of goods. “I highly doubt that, he loves me way more.”

“That’s what you think but Hugo made me read his favourite book to him so now I’m his favourite. He even said it himself.”

“Oh no he didn’t!”

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[emmyhem]

stormy fears & feelings (l.r.h)

a/n: hey everyone! here’s “stormy fears & feelings”, this is a nonfamous au with roommate!luke. (unedited as usual) this was really fun to write, i intended for it to be short and sweet but i ended up writing for longer than i had originally planned. anyway, i hope you enjoy and are having a great day/night/whatever. i appreciate any and all feedback, and as always my messages are always if you want to chat or anything :) thank youuuu - emmy <33

pairing: roommate!luke hemmings x fem!reader 

summary: a thunderstorm leaves you awake and scared, and going to your standoffish roommate, who you happen to have an extremely inconvenient crush on for comfort may be your only option to get a good night of sleep. 

warning(s): cursing, extremely minor injury, minor angst if you squint

word count: 5k

It really was an awful idea. In any other case it wouldn’t have even crossed your mind, but you had been on edge all week for no specific reason and thunderstorms had always spooked you. 

The storm had started unexpectedly. If you had known earlier you would have ran to the store to buy Nyquil before going to bed, but with it sneaking up on you, you were huddled under your blankets, eyes squeezed impossibly tight in hopes to drown out the loud crashes and blinding flares of light flooding your bedroom window. 

When the thought originally passed through your head it was more of an internal sarcastic remark than a possible solution. 

 I mean, you had been living with your roommate, Luke for over 4 months now, but you weren’t really friends. You would occasionally chat with him if you were both up and about around the apartment, which was pretty rare seeing as Luke seemed to avoid you for the most part. Hurrying out of a room when you entered, ending conversations quickly, and always being conveniently busy when you had attempted to make plans to get to know each other better. Your living arrangement had only come to be because you had heard through a friend he was looking for a roommate at the same time that you had happened to be on the lookout for a new place. Your relationship consisted mainly of half-hearted greetings and subtle avoidances of each other. So, going to him for comfort wasn’t a viable option to soothe your nerves. 

Even if you did, what would you expect him to do? 

Sit up with you? No, not when you knew he had to wake up early for work. 

Talk you down? He wouldn’t even know what to say in the first place, your typical conversations were made up of checking if there was still coffee, or deciding whose turn it was to do the dishes. 

Offer up a space in his bed? Absolutely not. That was the most unthinkable of them all. If it wasn’t for the fact that Luke had always seemed pretty adamant with his personal space, sometimes tensing up if you even sat too close to him on the couch. Your annoying and inconvenient crush that had started the day you moved in, just wouldn’t allow the two of you to be in such close quarters without your heart racing and your head dizzying.  

It was out of the question, end of discussion. 

With that being said it only took one more boom of thunder to have you shoot up from your bed and pad quietly into the hallway, with fuzzy sock clad feet and a large quilt wrapped tightly around your shoulders. 

You stared at his bedroom door hesitantly until the next strike, during which you knocked ever so lightly and muttered a soft,

 “Luke,”

After a minute and no reply you resorted to giving up on your plan and heading to the kitchen to drink a cup of tea, in hopes it may help. The idea was good enough, but you had failed to consider the noise that comes along with it. And as if the whistling of the kettle and clattering of the mugs wasn’t enough, the next roar of thunder sent you into a shock causing you to stub your toe on the corner of the cabinet and let out a pained yelp. You quickly slapped a hand over your mouth and sunk to the floor to assess the damage as you heard rustling and a door opening from the hall. 

Luke was in the kitchen in a matter of seconds, his long legs carrying him there within just a few steps. He hit a light switch, causing the kitchen to glow a dim yellow. 

“Y/n, you alright?” he grumbled, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he approached your crouched position on the floor. 

“Yea, yea I’m okay. Sorry, I woke you up.” you responded, mentally kicking yourself for causing such a disruption. 

“S’alright. What’s goin’ on? Why are you up?” he spoke, offering you a hand to pull yourself up. 

You accepted it, trying your hardest to ignore how warm it felt, and how easily it enveloped your own as you returned to your feet. 

“Uh, I just had a hankering for chamomile.” you lied. You really should’ve thought this through. Now that he was standing in front of you, admitting your fear of thunderstorms seemed daunting. You were an adult for chrissakes, an adult that was left shaking at the mere thought of a considerably common weather phenomenon.  

His eyebrows tugged in confusion as he glanced between you and the kettle. 

“Did you knock at my door a couple minutes ago?” he questioned as you watched the window over the sink nervously. 

Your eyebrows raised a bit at the inquiry.

“Thought I heard something, but then I figured I must’ve just imagined it. Y’know, woken myself up.” he continued. 

“Um, yep that was me.” you admitted, turning your back to him in hopes to hide your embarrassment. 

“So, was there a reason, or?” 

“Right, yea a reason.” you paused, searching for an excuse in your drowsy and distracted brain. “I wondered if you wanted a cup.” 

“In the middle of the night?” your subconscious deadpanned as your face scrunched in displeasure. 

You turned back around to face him, holding a mug out for him. 

Confusion and a glint of amusement was painted across his features as he spoke, 

“You wanted to know if I wanted a cup of tea,” he peeked at the clock behind you. “at 2:30 in the morning?” 

As you opened your mouth to defend your admittedly bad excuse another crash of thunder rumbled from the sky, causing your body to jump in fear and your hand to release its grip on the ceramic mug. Luke took a step back just in time as it shattered to pieces on the floor. 

You brought two shaky hands to your face and pressed yourself against the cabinet, cowering as far back as possible. 

“Hey, s’okay. It’s just thunder.” Luke said, placing a hand on your shoulder. 

You peeked out through your hands before dropping them from your face all together. 

Realization sparked on his face as your eyes met his. 

“Are you afraid of thunderstorms?” Despite his tone being soft, sweet even, you were sure he was making fun of you. 

“I-uh, no. No I’m not.” you rushed out, attempting to push past him and scurry into your bedroom. 

“Y/n, the glass.” he warned, his grip on your shoulder tightened, not allowing you to move. 

“Was that why you knocked earlier?” 

You nodded, hesitantly your eyes dropping to the floor. 

“I don’t know why, I just- thunderstorms have freaked me out since I was little and I normally would take something to help me fall asleep, but I didn’t have anything and...I shouldn’t even have tried to wake you up in the first place, there’s nothing you could do and we aren’t even friends or anything. Probably don’t even like me, I mean you can hardly even stand to be in the same room as me. Anyways I’ll be fine, lemme clean this up and then i’ll just head to my ro-” you rambled, not even pausing to take a breath. 

“You think I don’t like you?” he interrupted. 

Fuck. Was the scare so intense oxygen had been cut off from your brain? Why would you say all that? He didn’t need to know that you took notice of the fact that he avoided your company like the plague. 

Instead of responding you opted for grabbing the dustpan, the sooner the floor was clean the sooner you could get back to your room. Where you would sit awake in fear, by yourself for the rest of the night, no doubt replaying this embarrassing interaction over and over again. 

Luke stood seemingly frozen as you kneeled down beside him attempting to gather the broken shards, which was proving to be difficult with such shaky hands. 

With another bolt of lightening your hand shuddered and slipped from the brush, hitting a shard and slicing a thin cut on the pad of your pointer finger. 

“Shit” you hissed, dropping the dustpan to examine the tiny gash. 

Luke’s head snapped in your direction, eyes immediately filling with concern. 

“Ow” you whined quietly. 

He dropped down next to you and took the finger into his hands. 

“You should clean this out, I’ll finish this up.” he nodded to the remaining glass. 

“I can get it.” you protested. “You should get to bed, you have to work tomorrow.” you continued, making your way to the sink. 

“So do you.” he responded flatly, already finishing up cleaning as you looked around for a band aid. When you finally located the box of bandages Luke was behind you. 

“Lemme see.” he said, taking one from the box while he examined your finger. 

You watched his face intently as he carefully wrapped your cut with squinted eyes and a small pout. 

You had never seen Luke during the night. There was a certain softness to him that was completely foreign to you, one that made the thought of cuddling into him seem far too appealing for your liking. 

“I do like you, y/n.” he broke you out of your thoughts, uttering it so quietly you thought you may have imagined it. 

You nodded in acknowledgement, not knowing how to respond without further embarrassing yourself. 

“I’m sorry I made you think I didn’t” 

At this point he had finished bandaging you up which made the fact that he was still standing a mere inches apart from you with his hand wrapped around yours, all the more affecting. 

“M’sorry I even brought it up, I’m just tired cause of the storm, and apparently I lose a filter with no sleep.”

His hand lightly squeezed yours as you spoke, and the butterflies that erupted in your stomach as he did so told you it was time to go back to your room. You gingerly tugged your hand away, ignoring the way Luke’s expression faltered when you did. 

“I’m sorry again, about all of this. You should get some sleep.” 

“Will you be able to?”

“I’ll be fine, one night of lost sleep is hardly the end of the world.” you responded, taking a step towards the hallway. Luke caught your arm before you got far. 

“Yea, but you lose your filter when you're tired, you said it yourself.” A small grin grew on his face as he continued. “Can’t have you spilling all your secrets tomorrow.” 

Was he joking around with you? 

Before you could stop it, a pleased smile appeared on your face. This was new. You didn’t even know he had a sense of humor, he had never attempted to share it with you before. 

“I’m sure I can control myself.” you returned, attempting to go once more. Of course, his voice stopped your movements within a second. 

“Y/n, let me help. How can I help?” 

The plausible reasoning for his sudden generosity was that he was feeling guilty or maybe even embarrassed that you were under the impression he didn’t like you. But that didn’t stop your entire body to warm at the offer. 

“There’s really not much to do.” you started. “I think the only reason I knocked in the first place is because I’m used to having some company when I get scared. Big family, y’know there was never a shortage of beds I could crawl into.” 

“Company!” he repeated, eyes lit up. “I can do that. I have it on very good authority that I’m an excellent cuddler.” 

Your body froze at his words. He couldn’t be serious, right? There’s no way he had any interest in that, even if it was just for your sake. 

He must’ve noticed your tenseness at the proposition because before you got a chance to respond, a bright red blush overtook his cheeks and he squeaked out, 

“Or the floor, I could always take the floor. I mean company can be just my presence in the room, I guess. If you want.” 

“No. I mean-um, I could go for a cuddle.” you heart answered before your brain got the chance to interfere. 

He smiled at you warmly. 

“Alright then.” 

You had never been into Luke’s room before, I mean not really. Sometimes you would sit his laptop in there if he had left it out or lay a sweatshirt of his on the foot of the bed but you had never actually been inside. It was slightly messy, there was a pile of clean, unfolded laundry on a desk chair, and a few empty water bottles scattered around but for the most part it was clean. On his bed the blankets were strewn about from where he must’ve been sleeping earlier, a pile of pillows stacked high on the right side, and it could’ve just been how tired you were but you had never wanted to crawl into a bed more. 

“I like your room.” you whispered, as he spread the pillows out more evenly across the top of the mattress. 

“Why’re we whispering?” 

“It’s nighttime.” 

“Y/n, we’re the only people who live here and we’re both awake.” he teased, laughing while shaking his head. 

“Oh, right.”

He gestured a hand to the bed, “Ladies first.” 

Hesitantly you sat, your back pressed against the mound of pillows Luke had compiled for you, shortly after he took a seat next to you, leaving a few inches of space between your legs. You looked down to your lap, aware of how awkward of a position the two of you were in, neither knowing how to go about this. Luke spoke first, 

“Are you warm enough?” 

“Yea, thanks.” 

“Mhm,” he hummed in response. “Do you wanna watch something?” 

“M’pretty tired.” you replied. “We should probably just go to sleep.” 

“Yeah, right.” he nodded, watching you. 

It seemed he was waiting for you to get comfortable, like he didn’t want to push any boundaries that you weren’t ready to cross. 

Unsurely you scooted your body down in the bed till you were fully horizontal, took one more glance at Luke and then turned your back to him, pulling the duvet up over your shoulders. With his blanket pulled up just under your nose you subtly breathed in the pine and vanilla aroma that you recognized as his body wash. You’d never admit to it but occasionally you’d spend a little extra time in the shower inhaling the fresh scent. 

A dip in the mattress told you that Luke had laid down and within a few minutes you were sure he was sleeping again. You were feeling a bit more calm, trying your hardest to ignore every loud crash of thunder and instead focus on counting the seconds between each soft breath Luke exhaled. 

Just as a drowsy haze began to come over you, straining your eyelids and fogging up your brain a particularly alarming rumble broke the silence causing your body to jerk and your breath to catch. Luke grumbled quietly beside you and you could feel him rolling around. As you opened your mouth to apologize for waking him a warm hand slipped just under the hem of your shirt, rubbing soothing circles onto the bare skin of your hip. Your body tightened at the unexpected contact and you strained your neck to look at him over your shoulder. 

“Luke,”

“Go to sleep, m’right here.” he mumbled without even opening his eyes. 

You faced back around but placed a hand over his and removed it from your body. This must’ve worried Luke because he pushed himself up on his elbow, eyes blinking open as you turned to face him. 

“Was that not good? I’m sorry, I’ll keep my hands to myself.” he rambled through a defense. 

“No,” you shushed, pressing a hand to his chest to lightly push him back down. “s’good.” you assured while pulling his arm over your body as you tucked yourself into his chest. Your bodies were completely flush in this new position. “This is better.” you murmured, your nose bumping his chest as you made yourself comfortable. 

He hummed softly in agreement, his hand finding its way to your hair, cupping the back of your head. 

Sleep was sweeping over you fast like this, the sound of Luke’s heartbeat drowning out any daunting noise coming from outside. Not to mention that anytime your body so much as twitched Luke’s arms would tighten around you ever so slightly as if to assure he was still there with you. 

When the sun had risen you woke up to the sound of soft snores, and the feeling of tiny puffs of air on your forehead. As you tried to roll over and stretch your limbs you found your legs were tangled with someone else’s and your cheek was practically glued to the faded grey cotton that adorned your roommate’s chest. 

“Luke.” you called, using your hand to shake him awake.

“Shh” he whined, repositioning you both so your back was snug against his chest. 

“We have work.” you mumbled, trying to squirm out of his hold. It proved ineffective as he just tightened his arms around your stomach. 

He grumbled something incoherently that sounded an awful lot like “No, stay with me please. So warm.” but that couldn’t have been it. Right? 

Afraid he would dig himself further into this hole of sleepy deliriousness, you began to rouse him, prying yourself out of his arms and promising him a hot cup of coffee if he met you in the kitchen within ten minutes. 

You quickly washed your face, brushed your hair and teeth and made your way to the kitchen to fix two cups of coffee. Luke stumbled out of his bedroom just a few minutes later, his eyes squinted under the natural light flooding the windows and he seemed to almost glide across the tile until you and his coffee were in arm’s reach. 

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” you greeted in a teasing tone, pushing the mug across the counter to him. 

He hummed and took two large sips before turning his attention fully to you. 

“G’morning, did you sleep okay?” 

“Yeah, I actually did.” you affirmed. “Thank you for everything last night, Luke.” you rested your hand over his on the countertop, squeezing it once lightly to express your gratitude. 

When you pulled it away Luke’s eyes lingered over where your hand had previously been before he dragged his gaze up to meet your eyes. 

He released a deep sigh before speaking, “Happy to help, I’m honestly glad the storm happened.” 

“Happy to see me scared shitless, are we Hemmings?” 

He laughed through a denial, leaning forward to press his forehead on your shoulder where your loose fitting shirt had slipped. 

Your posture straightened as your stomach tied itself in knots, each one tightening with every exhale that brushed your bare skin. 

“No, I’m just glad that we can finally y’know, be-” 

“Friends.” you cut off. Because that’s what you would be, you had to remind yourself. You wouldn’t have Luke’s bed to crawl into every night. You wouldn’t have his firm chest under your palms each morning, or his hands tangled in your hair. Especially not in the way you really wanted them. 

Luke pulled off of you like he had been electrically shocked. 

“Friends” he repeated, and if you weren’t so busy pitying yourself you may have heard the subtle lilt in his voice that caused the word to come out as more of a question than a statement. 

An uncomfortable silence hung in the air, and as the minutes passed this interaction was starting to feel more like the ones you typically had with Luke. 

“We should get ready for work, you have to go soon.” he spoke up, already walking away. 

“We should do something tonight.” you suggested. This is what you were afraid of, you had grown attached already. “Maybe watch something or, I don’t know.” Anything to be near you again. 

“I won’t be home.” he clipped, closing his bedroom door behind him. 

It really was an awful idea.

You hurried through your morning routine, carefully selecting any time you had to leave your bedroom to avoid bumping into Luke. What had gone wrong? Had the word friends spooked him? If that was the case, what would he have done if he found out what you really wanted to say? 

Either way you left feeling confused and rejected, so quickly you didn’t even realise you had forgotten your car keys until you were on the sidewalk outside your complex. 

“Shit.” you cursed, turning on your heel and storming back in the building. 

Once you had expertly made your way back inside the apartment and retrieved your keys, being as quiet as humanly possible to not alert Luke to the fact that you had re-entered, you were halfway out the door when the utterance of your name froze your movements. 

“She just left for work.” 

Luke must’ve been on the phone, but why was he talking about you? Curiosity got the best of you and you quietly shut the door with you on the inside, work could wait. 

“Because, Cal that’s not what she wants.” he sighed.

He was talking to Calum? The only friend you shared, and the connection through which you got a room here in the first place. 

“She wants to be my friend and I can’t do that. Not with her.” 

“Why not?” you whispered to yourself, taking a step further inside to hear him better. 

“No, it’s not better than nothing at all. I can’t be her friend ‘cause anytime she’s near me all I can think about is kissing her.” 

Your stomach dropped at his words and a small gasp escaped your mouth. All the dots began adding up in your head. The avoiding? Well he had just explained that, and honestly it was the best excuse you’d ever heard. His behavior last night? You had caught him with his guard down, he was forced to let you in. His sudden annoyance at the word friends this morning? You had shot him down and you hadn’t even realized it. You liked Luke, and he actually liked you back.

“Actually, avoiding does work.” he continued, breaking you from your thoughts. 

You could hear the mumble of Calum’s response but unfortunately couldn’t make out any of the words. 

“Last night was an exception, she was all cute and scared. There’s no way I could’ve turned her away. I’ll go right back to avoiding, and things’ll go back to normal. Suffer in silence, I’m telling you it works.” 

That’s not what you wanted, not at all. The creak of floorboards alerted you to Luke’s approaching and you hastily snuck out the front door, your mind running through possible solutions the whole way to your car. 

Luke hadn’t lied when he said he wouldn’t be home, which meant he was taking this whole avoiding thing seriously. It was 1:30 am and you were still up waiting for him, your seat at the dining room table was losing its appeal as your back cramped in pain. The original plan you had concocted in the hours you spent daydreaming about him at work was to wait up for him, lure him into a movie night and make a move while the two of you were cuddled up on the couch. You hadn’t planned for him to be out this late though, and in all honesty you were starting to worry. You hoped he was just crashing at a friend’s, you hoped he wasn’t alone, you really hoped he wasn’t with another girl. 

Discouraged, you moved your pity party into your bedroom, flopping onto your bed and groaning loudly into a pillow. You rolled onto your back, wasting time by counting the blades of the ceiling fan in each slow rotation. 

You were at 231 in your counting when you heard the front door open followed by the clambering of footsteps. You perked up and angled your ear towards the hall. 

“Please be alone. Please be alone. Please be alone.” you repeated quietly to yourself as the steps got closer. From the light protruding the crack under your bedroom door, you saw the shadow of a figure approach. You held your breath in anticipation of the knock you figured was coming. A few minutes passed, nothing came, and soon enough the shadow disappeared and Luke retreated to his bedroom. 

You stared out your window and for the first time in your life found yourself hoping for a storm. The sky was clear, hardly a cloud in sight, and the moonlight was warm and prominent. It would look so pretty on Luke’s face right now, all soft eyes and drowsy expressions. 

It seemed a shame to sleep by yourself, he was just across the hall, the promise of his warm embrace taunting you. 

You huffed in exasperation and jumped to your feet, “Here goes nothing.” 

You didn’t bother being quiet as you advanced to his door, leaving three heavy knocks on the worn oak. 

You could hear him shuffling inside and then the intimidating creak of the hinges, revealing him to you. 

“Are you okay?” he questioned sluggishly, his body slumping against the door frame.

“Can I sleep in here?” you asked instead of answering. No time to waste here. 

“Um, it’s not storming?” 

“I know. Can I?”

“Is there a reason?” he breathed, his heavy eyes drifting down your face to land unabashedly on your lips, which you were chewing in anxiousness.

“I have a crush on you.” you blurted, causing him to shoot up from his languid lean. 

“What?” 

“I have this big stupid crush on you. I have ever since I moved in but I thought you hated me because you always avoided me, but now I know that you like me too and I don’t see the point in us sleeping in separate beds anymore.” you continued, your eyes glued to a dip in the hardwood floor. 

“How did you ev-” 

“I heard you on the phone with Calum earlier.” you interrupted to explain, still refusing to meet his eyes. “I swear I wasn’t spying or anything, I forgot my keys.” 

Without saying a word Luke stepped to the side allowing you entrance. You shuffled past him but didn’t make it far before his hand caught your forearm and smoothly tugged you a mere inches from him. 

He spoke through heavy breaths, eyes flitting to your own as you faced him for the first time since your declaration. 

“You like me?” 

You could only nod, your brain completely fogged by the close proximity. 

His eyes fell from your eyes to your now bitten lips, “Can I?” he sighed as his hand found your chin, thumb brushing the skin timidly. 

“Y-yea” you agreed, leaning into his touch. 

He closed the gap between you with a gentle press of his lips, his hand slowly dragging up your arm leaving goosebumps in its wake until it was tangled in your hair. As you relaxed into his hold his movements became more fervent, his tongue begging for entrance which you allowed when your mouth fell open with a flustered sigh. 

Luke stumbled backward dragging you along with him until the back of his calves met the foot of the bed and he dropped to sit on the edge, you standing between his legs. You pulled apart to breath and he spoke raggedly, 

“My heart…” he trailed off catching his breath. 

“What?” you muttered. 

“Feel it.” he continued, taking your hand and pressing it to his heart which you could feel thumping rapidly through the warmth of his skin. 

You laid your forehead against the top of his head, moving both of your hands to your own chest. 

“Me too.”

He tugged on your sweatshirt until you were seated securely on his knee, his hands grasping at your waist. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” he drawled before he began alternating pecks, and light nibbles down your neck until he reached the spot he could feel your pulse thrumming from. He lets his lips rest there for a while and reveled in the fact that you were just as affected as him. He pulled away when you spoke up.

“Where were you tonight?”

“Moped around Calum’s place until he kicked me out, told me I needed to deal with my shit.” he answered, the hand he was resting on your upper thigh caressing the skin through your pajama pants.

“I heard you outside my door earlier.” you admitted leaning into his side. 

“I came home with every intention of telling you but I chickened out.”

“What would you have told me?” you wondered aloud. 

“That I like you, and that last night was amazing. That I don’t want to sleep without you again if I don’t have to.” 

Luke took notice of the fact that your eyelids were drooping as he talked and began to scoot you both back in the bed as he continued.

He watched in awe as you curled into his side. 

“Up for a breakfast date tomorrow, love?” he asked, pulling the blanket over you both. 

“Yes, please.” you agreed, laying your palm flat against the warmth radiating from his stomach. 

“So what should we do with your room?” Luke said drowsily, sleep beginning to creep up on him as well.

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, you won’t be needing it anymore since you’re moving in here.” he comments casually, pushing your hair out of your face with soft movements.

You laugh lightly but it’s drowned by the yawn that slips out when you respond. 

“In your dreams, Hemmings.” 

“If I’m lucky.” he replied, allowing his eyes to flutter shut. “Goodnight y/n.” 

“Night, Lu.” 

[sacredsorceress]

Last Breath || Peter Parker

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: You and Peter have been best friends for years, fighting alongside each other as Avengers. When you nearly die, the true feelings you and Peter have for each other come to the surface.

a/n: Peter’s 19 here b/c let’s just pretend infinity war and endgame didn’t happen and it’s 2021 lol. This is also my first time writing in a long time and first time writing for Peter. Feel free to request below!

word count: 3.2k

warnings: mentions of death, blood, fluff, and I guess angsty, crying Peter

masterlist || request here

You had first met your best friend Peter Parker two years ago after you learned you had powers and had been discovered by the Avengers. Being the youngest two of the Avengers and the same age, you and Peter were practically attached at the hip and everyone was aware of it. Whether it was having each other’s backs during missions, helping each other with homework or binge watching the latest sci-fi television show together, you and Peter were inseparable.

As much as you and Peter had tried to convince yourselves that you were only best friends and nothing more, everyone around you could see through that facade. They caught what you two tried to hide from one another- the stolen glances, the jealousy, the stuttering, the getting flustered when anyone brought up the prospect of you two being anything more than friends.

It’s not as if you two weren’t aware of the feelings that you had- you knew you liked Peter more than a friend should- but you weren’t about to tell him and have him laugh in your face, ruining everything you’ve built. So, the two of you lived in less than blissful ignorance, hiding your feelings from one another.

There wasn’t a nice way to put it- during your last mission Peter got absolutely wrecked. Although he had super-human abilities, even he was taking a longer time to recover which meant him staying back at the Avengers Compound while you and the rest of the Avengers went on a mission.

Peter knew that you could handle yourself and admittedly had powers that exceeded his, but he worried about you and tried to beg you to stay behind with him. He hated the idea of you going out and him not being able to have your back. He wouldn’t be able to relax unless he knew you were safe and he wouldn’t be able to keep you safe while you were out fighting and he was confined to his bed.

“Y/n, please.” He begged, tucked under his sheets.

“Peter, they need me.” You insisted.

“Not as much as I need you, though.”

“Oh yeah?” you chuckled at his attempt to implore you to stay.

“Yeah!” He continued. “Who’s going to stay here and look after me? What if I need something? Plus, my leg has been really aching.... so... I think it’s decided! Besides, what would you do if something happened to me?”

You laughed. “Nothing’s going to happen to you, Peter. You’re fine. I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone.”

Debatable, Peter thought. He always noticed when you were there and especially when you weren’t.

“Okay, but, hear me out-“ He explained. “What if someone tries to attack the Compound? I can’t do anything to protect myself! I could die!”

“You’re not going to die, Pete.” You smiled. “If you die, I’ll kill you.”

That was the last thing you said to your best friend before you left with the rest of the Avengers. You would be lying if you said you were totally fine going on this mission without Peter. You were anything but calm. Sure, the others would have your back, but not the same way Peter did, swooping in at the last moment before someone got to you like he was always looking out for you.

You told yourself you’d be fine. For the most part you were. You could handle yourself and you had a good grip on your powers. You covered others and they did the same for you in return.

You had always heard that no matter how good things were going, it could change in a blink of an eye. One moment you could be kicking ass and the next you could be dead. You thought you knew better. You thought that you had everything covered, but you were so focused on the creatures in front of you, you didn’t even hear the one behind you until you felt the blade go through your abdomen.

It happened so quickly you could barely even process it. As soon as the blade went through you, you heard gun shots and the creature behind you and all those in front of you drop. You didn’t even notice, only moving your shaking hands to your abdomen, feeling the area and pulling them away to see your hands covered in blood.

The next thing you knew Natasha was at your side, noticing your wound and turning back to face you.

“Y/n, listen to me, it’s going to be okay.” She said frantically. You know she meant well but the way she lost her cool let you know that this was definitely not a good situation.

The sharp pain running through you made you lose your balance and collapse into her arms. You heard her speak into the ear piece, telling the others that you were injured and needed to get help ASAP. She continued to try to keep you awake and to assure you that everything would be fine but all you could do was cry back frantically that you weren’t ready to go.

When you began to feel light headed, you heard footsteps and without looking up you knew it was Tony.

Seeing you in your current state, he cursed to himself and looked at Nat. “The kid is going to kill me.”

You know he meant Peter.

“We have to get her out of here. The blade staying in there helped, but there’s only so much longer she can go without a hospital.” Nat said.

You felt Tony kneel besides you, still leaning into Nat’s arms. “C’mon, let’s go.”

You could barely even pay attention to what was going on around you, just thinking about how you could die any second. It happened so quick. Before he could pick you up, coughing up blood and struggling to speak you told him. “I told Peter this morning that if he died, I’d kill him myself.” You laughed. “It’s ironic now that I think about it. He told me not to come. He was right... and so were you.”

Picking you up, to rush you to the hospital, he asked, “Right about what exactly?”

“It feels so stupid now,” You spoke, feeling more blood drip down your chin. “I should have just told him. You were right. I do love him.” Beginning to feel lightheaded again and struggling to breathe, you told him: “If I die, be gentle with him... okay, Mr. Sta-”

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Peter couldn’t sit still in bed, knowing you were out there fighting and he wasn’t there to protect you. Not being able to put his mind or body to rest, he threw off the covers and began climbing out of bed. Sure, he had a difficult time balancing at first and was walking with a bit of a limp, but he could handle it.

Walking out of his room and into the hallway, he heard muffled voices coming from the room, meaning that at least some of the team had made it back home.

Eager to see you, he stumbled quickly into the main room only to be met with Steve and Natasha. Taken by surprise he attempted to stand up straighter, leaning against a wall for help.

“Mr. Captain America sir,” Peter spoke nervously, still intimidated by the man in front of him, despite the many times he fought alongside him.

Both him and Natasha had grim looks on their faces as he attempted to peek around them in hopes of seeing you or Mr. Stark come in behind them.

“Peter...” Natasha spoke gently, slowly moving towards him.

Peter chuckled nervously, cutting her off. “Hey, where’s Y/n? Or Mr. Stark?”

Nat and Steve looked at each other before turning back to Peter. Steve stepped forward, reaching his hand out to Peter’s shoulder.

Peter glanced nervously from Cap’s hand on his shoulder to his face, asking again. “Where’s Y/n?”

“She was injured. Tony rushed her to the hospital and they’re operating on her now.” Steve spoke plainly.

Peter’s heart rate jumped and he began breathing heavily, looking between Nat and Steve frantically. “Injured? What do you mean injured? Wait, surgery?” His brain was moving a million miles a minute. He could barely comprehend what was going on, fearing the worse.

Nat spoke this time. “There’s not a nice way to put it, Peter. She was...” She pauses looking at Steve. He nods and she turns towards Peter. “She was stabbed. It happened so quick, Peter. There was nothing anyone could have done.”

Peter feels like screaming that there was something that someone could have done- that he could have done if he had only been there to protect you. He knows that Natasha means well but he can’t help but beat himself up, knowing you’re dying somewhere and he never even told you how he felt. He couldn’t bare to think about your body lying in Nat’s arms while you were covered in blood, scared of dying.

As much as he wanted to scream, he could just feel tears coming to his eyes and turned around, rushing back to his bedroom. He could hear the footsteps of Steve and Nat as he slammed the door behind him, wincing as he stripped himself of his clothes, searching for and grabbing his spiderman suit and pulling it on.

“Peter, what are you doing?” He heard Nat speak through the door.

Holding back his sniffles, he flung open the door, pulling the spider-man mask over his face. “I’m going to go see her.”

Natasha, watching as he struggled down the hallway spoke, “You can barely walk! You can’t go.”

He continued.

Cap spoke this time, “Kid, I get it, but there’s nothing you can do. You have to let yourself hea-“

“No!” Peter shouted turning around. The crack in his voice was evident to the two avengers, making his sobbing clear. “I could have done something! If I was there I could have saved her. She wouldn’t be dying right now if I had been there. This is all my fault, don’t you get it? If it weren’t for me getting hurt I would have been able to protect her!”

The three of them stood in silence and when he felt that no one was about to speak, Peter sighed. “I have to go.”

When Cap was about to go after him, Natasha grabbed his arm. If Peter was hell bent on going, it wasn’t worth trying to stop him.

“At least let us take you.” Natasha said. “You’re crazy if you think you can just swing from here to the hospital and you definitely can’t walk.”

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The whole way there he had beat himself up for not being by your side, thinking of all the ways today could have gone differently so it didn’t have to end with you dying. He was so exhausted from crying, thinking about you, all the moments he shared and praying that he would get to make more.

Making it to the correct spot of the hospital, he saw Mr. Stark now changed out of his iron man suit and into a regular suit, standing outside a hospital room. When he made eye contact with Peter, Peter stopped short in the hallway.

“Take that thing off.” Tony insisted, pointing his finger at Peter’s mask. “I didn’t just donate millions of dollars to this hospital to keep you two’s identity a secret for you to keep that mask on. Come on, let’s go, I can’t take you seriously in that thing right now.”

Peter hesitantly took off his mask, stumbling further down the hallway. Even from far away Tony could see Peter’s tear stained face, red eyes and red cheeks, surely from crying since the moment he found out.

“Is... is she going to be okay?” Peter asked.

“As good as someone who just got stabbed with a blade from an alien planet can be.” Tony spoke before turning to look at Peter, who was visibly distraught. He sighed, wrapping his arm around Peter’s shoulder. “She just got out of surgery. If you trust these doctors... they say she’ll be okay.”

For the first time since Peter found out he felt a weight lift off of his chest and the ability to breathe normally come back to him.

“Really?” He asked, cheerfully.

“Yeah, but-“ Tony continued. “You have to knock this off.”

Peter furrowed his brows. “What do you mean, Mr. Stark?”

Tony sighed. “This.” He gestured between Peter and the room you were resting in. “You two. No more of this little elementary school crush stuff.” Peter felt his cheeks flush. “She thought she was going to die after fighting aliens with her superpowers and the last thing she said was that she loved you. It’s disgusting, honestly.”

Peter didn’t even know how to process this. You were in love with him? You were in love with him! He had had feelings for you for so long that he didn’t even think it was possibly for you to look at him as more than a friend. Not only did you look at him as more than a friend- you loved him. Not only did you love him- you thought you were dying and you spent your last words on him.

“I know you feel the same way so just cut it out and tell her.” Tony spoke.

Peter snapped out of his thoughts and looked back at Mr. Stark. “How did you know?” Peter, realizing he just admitted Mr. Stark was right coughed, embarrassed. “I mean... why do you think so?”

Tony laughed. “You’re a smart kid, Parker.” He placed his hand on one of Peter’s shoulders. “But you’re not that good at hiding it. I mean I can’t even count how many times I caught you checking her out in her suit never mind the other times where-“

“Okay!” Peter yelped. “I get it.”

“Not even just me either,” Tony continued, chuckling. “Everyone and I mean everyone, knows.”

Peter, on the verge of being mortified, shouted again. “Mr. Stark! Please stop!”

Finally Tony stopped, checking his watch, looking back up to Peter. “You’re right. She should probably be awake by now anyway. Why don’t you head in?”

“Are you sure, Mr. Stark? What about you?” Peter asked.

“Well,” Tony clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “You’re the one she just confessed her undying love for, so I think she’d rather see you, kid.” He pat him on the shoulder one last time before walking off. “Good luck!”

Peter watched as he walked away down the empty hallway. Holding his mask in his hands, he then turned to the door of the room you were waiting inside. He took a deep breath before opening the door.

His heart shattered when he saw you laying in the hospital bed with your hands folded over your stomach. He hated the idea of you being hurt and it made your near death experience even more real to him.

“Hey, Peter.” You spoke, your voice almost a whisper.

“Hey Y/n.” Peter answers finally looking up from all of the medical equipment you were attached to to instead look at your face.

As he moved closer to sit in the chair besides your bed, he could still see dried remains of blood at the corners of your mouth. He grimaced, piecing the scene together.

“Pete, stop looking at me like that.” You spoke, paused then smirked. “Thanks for showing up in your suit by the way. Nice touch. I can’t believe the spider-man came to visit me.”

Peter smiled but then it faltered. You always knew how to lighten the mood, but he couldn’t help but think about how he was so close to never seeing you again. “You almost died, Y/n.”

“So I keep hearing.” You replied.

“It’s not funny, Y/n.” He spoke seriously, dropping his mask by his side and taking one of your hands. “I- I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re my best friend and other half. I know our lives are really complicated, but I don’t know, you make it better. I can’t help thinking about how you almost died. When they told me what happened I thought I would never see you again, Y/n.”

You let yourself become vulnerable, squeezing Peter’s hand, but before you could even speak, he opened his mouth again.

“Mr. Stark told me about what you said.” He spoke softly, scratching the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes.

You tried to stop your heart from racing knowing you were not only attached to a heart monitor, but that Peter also had super senses. You couldn’t help yourself though. Was it mistake to say all that? To be fair, you thought you were going to die, but now that Peter’s sitting here in front of you, you’re scared he knows about your feelings and that he’ll reject you.

“Oh-“

“I like you. A lot. Maybe more than a lot.” Peter starts rambling before you could even finish what you were saying. “It’s not just because you spent your dying words telling Mr. Stark you loved me either. I’ve liked you- actually now that I think about it- loved you- for a really long time. Probably since I first met you, honestly. It’s not because you’re like this super cool superhero chick either- don’t get me wrong, it’s super... wow- but I love you for you. Even if you had no powers or anything, I would still love you. I know this is probably a lot and maybe you just said that stuff because you thought you were going to die, but I know that I love you an-“

And just like that years of pining for you just spilled out of Peter’s mouth before you cut him off.

“You like me?” You asked again.

“I mean I love you, but uh... yeah.” Peter said slightly flustered.

Not being able to sit up or lean forward too much due to your healing wound didn’t stop you. Hearing his answer was all you needed for you to grab hold of the front of his suit, pull him towards you and kiss him.

Peter was shocked at first, but soon hummed in response, planting his hands on the pillow on either side of your head. When you pulled away you smiled up at him. “I love you too, Peter. I’m sorry it took me nearly dying to say it.”

Peter, trying to contain his excitement, just smiled and kissed you again, savoring every second of it.

Little did the two of you know that outside your room stood some of the rest of your group of the earth’s mightiest heroes, peeking in on your moment with Peter.

“I can’t believe he finally told her.” Nat said.

“What I can’t believe is that she actually felt the same way.” Sam spoke. “You’re telling me that she spent her dying breath on him?”

“What can I say? I taught him everything he knows.” Tony stated confidently as they turned back, watching the two of you through the hospital room window.

Unfortunately for Peter’s sake, they also witnessed him going to place his hands on your waist while kissing you and accidentally grazing your healing wound, causing you to yelp and wince.

“Sorry!” he shouted. “Oh shit, Y/n, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you? I’m so dumb, I’m so sorry-“

The others turned to Tony.

“Okay... well there’s only so much you can do to help that poor kid. That’s not on me.”

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Sweet & Sour

LOOΠΔ Choerry & Olivia Hye x Male Reader

7066 words

Categories - threesome, daddy kink

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It had been a month since you were introduced to one of Hyejoo’s best friends, Choi Yerim. She was a walking ball of sunshine, always with a smile on her face, a pleasant contrast to Hyejoo’s constant moodiness and drastic change in emotions.

Still, the three of you became closer to one another more each day, becoming a trio that rarely went places without one accompanying them. You loved the company of Yerim, but you weren’t in any rush to commit to a full relationship. It was at her behest that you opted to keep things casual for the time being, learning more about each other before diving into anything serious.

You grew more comfortable together with each date, each evening inevitably ended up the same way - sweaty, tired, and under messy bedsheets, more often yours than hers.

It was safe to say you owed Hyejoo a great debt for setting you up together, not that she wouldn’t have taken the credit anyways for ensuring there would be a pile of clothes every time Yerim entered your apartment.

Hyejoo had preoccupied herself with her new job, leaving you more time to spend with Yerim and it was nothing short of a miracle that she had managed to keep her new job for the past two weeks

No whining, and not a single complaint about how difficult it was to work dozens of hours a week. You were starting to think Hyejoo had been replaced with a clone, the idea of hard work was an unfamiliar and foreign concept to someone who was often too lazy to even make breakfast in the morning.

The clock had just struck past midnight as Hyejoo was on her way to your apartment, sitting in the back seat of a taxi cab and making idle chatter with the friendly driver, another thing she rarely did.

With one of the spare keys you had given her and Yerim (something you almost always regretted), she unlocked the door to your place, tossing her belongings on the counter and slipping her shoes off.

“Welcome back, Hye,” you greeted, but she didn’t bother returning and you quickly found yourself flat on the mattress as she pounced on you like a wolf, arms wrapped around you and her breasts pressed up against your chest as her soft lips met yours.

“It’s time for my midnight snack, daddy,” she said, hungry for her nightly dose of healthy protein after a long day, unzipping your pants and slipping a hand inside your boxers, stroking you until you were, which admittedly didn’t take long.

“How was work?” you asked, trying to keep any pretense of a conversation as you lifted your shirt off your body and tossed it, Hyejoo yanking your pants and boxers off your legs, leaving you fully naked.

“It was fun. I think my boss likes me,” she said, lifting the hem of her shirt to expose her torso, her tight midriff and full breasts that her black bra could barely contain.

“That explains why you haven’t fired yet,” you teased, as Hyejoo slapped your thigh, letting her fingernails gently scrape across your skin.

“Hey!” Hyejoo pouted, fiddling with the clasp of her bra as you waited patiently as if she were unwrapping a present just for you.

“I like this job,” she said, slipping her bra straps off her shoulders and freeing her perfect round breasts. You never got tired of this part, her bare exposed breasts causing your cock to throb freely as your eyes feasted on her chest.

“And I like these tits.”

“Only like?” Hyejoo asked, her lips turning in a frown as you cupped and squeezed her breasts, kneading the soft flesh with your fingers.

“You know I fucking love them, Hye,” you said, playing with her rosy pink nipples that had hardened already, pulling on them and pinching, causing several cute whines to escape her mouth.

Hyejoo pulled you off the bed until you were sitting on the edge of the mattress, kneeling on the floor underneath you as she spread your legs, spitting repeatedly on your shaft and stroking your shaft slowly. She did the same thing in between her generous cleavage, letting saliva coat it as she grabbed your cock and slapped her tits with it several times, smearing precum.

“I missed you, daddy,” she said, staring up at you with her dark lustful eyes. You both knew what was coming, and nothing could prepare you for it.

“Did you miss me or my cock?” you teased, as Hyejoo licked your leaking tip, lapping up the clear liquid that had dripped down your slit.

“Hmph. Can’t it be both?” she asked, slipping your cock into the warmth of her heavy breasts.

You gasped at the heavenly sensations of her soft flesh squeezing your shaft tightly as she trapped you in her cleavage, cupping her supple breasts and interlocking her fingers to make sure you never slipped out.

“Fuck, Hyejoo…”

You couldn’t stop moaning as Hyejoo moved her delicious breasts up and down, continuously spitting in between her deep cleavage to keep every movement smooth as could be as your shaft was nestled inside her sizable warm tits.

“Does that feel good, daddy? Your cock fits so perfectly in between my tits.”

“Fuck yes, Hye. You have no idea.”

"I think I have some idea by how loud you’re moaning.”

It was such a beautiful erotic image, your throbbing cock disappearing in and out of Hyejoo’s perfect round tits, every inch being swallowed up and pleasured by soft flesh.

Hyejoo kept the pleasurable friction going, continuing to let spit drip out of her pouty lips to aid in lubricating your shaft, trying to lick your tip and failing several times as she whined. You felt pleasure in every inch of your body, driving you insane and making your breathing shallow by the second.

It had only been a few minutes, but you felt close to your limits already, knowing Hyejoo wanted to drain you. Your saliva-drenched cock twitched inside her delicious cleavage, signaling to her that you were close. She bit her lip, squeezing her tits tighter around your cock, her sensual eyes encouraging your climax.

“I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, Hye...”

“Good, I need your cum all over me. Cum for me, daddy.”

Hyejoo smiled widely, eagerly anticipating your load as you felt unable to hold on any longer, savoring the last few thrusts being inside her wonderful warm breasts. You couldn’t take it anymore, groaning as your shaft throbbed and blasted Hyejoo’s cute face with several shots of thick sticky cum, the rest pooling in her collarbones.

“You came so much, daddy...” Hyejoo said, removing your cock from her tits and slowly licking your sensitive slit, making you jerk as she giggled, strands of semen dripping down her face.

You collected yourself, trying to stabilize your breathing as you leaned back and placed your hands on the mattress, staring at the creamy mess you had left on Hyejoo. It wasn’t until the last moment that you noticed a shadow filling the room and a feminine figure walking in frame.

“Hey! You got started without me!”

That cute voice could only belong to one person, Choi Yerim. She walked into view with her hands on her hips and scanned the scene, unhappy with being late to the party.

“I want a facial,” Yerim whined, stomping her bare feet on the carpet. Hyejoo still had your heavy warmth on her face, using the tip of her finger to bring some into her mouth, sucking on her finger.

“You were supposed to tell her to come over tonight, Hyejoo.”

“Was I? I forgot. Sorry, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, her plump lips forming a prominent smirk.

“You didn’t forget you selfish whore,” Yerim said, folding her arms and pouting her lips.

“Just stop whining and go sit on his face then while I clean up.”

Yerim’s eyes lit up as her bright smile returned on her pretty lips, pleased at Hyejoo’s suggestion.

“I’ll be back, daddy,” Hyejoo said, as she disappeared in the bathroom, her hips swaying as she left the room, leaving you alone with Yerim.

“You heard her, baby. Come sit on my face,” you said, scooting back until you were flat on your back in the middle of the mattress. Yerim swiftly stripped her clothes off, happily getting on the mattress and scooting her way towards the pillows.

Yerim took her time in getting in position, straddling your chest. You explored her naked body with your hands, giving her ass a quick slap. She shyly smiled and lifted herself up until her luscious thighs were hovering above your head, her pussy already visibly dripping.

“You’re drenched already, baby,” you said, using your fingers to rub her silky pink slit, making Yerim’s entire body jerk.

“A-ah! I’m wet because I wanted you to cum on my face, daddy.”

“And I want you to cum on mine,” you said, grabbing both of her cheeks and forcing her weight down on you, smearing her messy juices on your face.

Yerim let out the loudest of gasps as you licked her pussy, her warm thighs instinctively wrapping around your head as soft flesh surrounded you.

“D-daddy…” Yerim moaned, her hands finding their way to your head, fingers running through your hair as she tugged on it. You loved this position, taking in the sweet aroma of her as your head was buried in between her legs, her full creamy thighs suffocating you.

“O-oh f-fuck, daddy, “ Yerim moaned out as your tongue invaded her tight wet hole, exploring every delicious inch. You sucked on her clit, lips sealed tightly around it as she rolled her hips, slowly riding your face as intense pleasure shot up her spine.

It wasn’t the first time Yerim had used your face as a pillow, but she never felt any less embarrassed, her cheeks reddening. Were her hands not playing with your hair, trying to force your tongue deeper inside her dripping cunt she would be covering up her face as her body adjusted to every electrifying sensation.

“T-that feels so good, daddy. I love when you eat my pussy,” she said as you gave loud slurps of her clit, making her legs twitch as her thighs squeezed tighter around your head.

“Yerim-ah, you didn’t cum yet?” Hyejoo said as she lied down on the bed beside you, her long legs next to your head.

“Daddy is enjoying his meal too much,” Yerim said, her juices dripping down her thighs and coating your face as you devoured her delicious pussy.

“Looks like daddy is hard again,” Hyejoo said, wrapping a hand around your throbbing shaft and slowly pumping you.

“Th-that’s it, daddy, don’t stop, p-please don’t stop,” she cried out as you kept your tongue inside her, fucking in and out of her wet hole. You tried to coax every bit out of pleasure as you used both hands to grab her plump asscheeks, smothering your face with her pussy even more.

“O-oh f-fuck, I’m gonna cum, daddy!”

Yerim’s thighs quivered violently as her toes curled, gyrating her hips as her climax arrived, dripping her juices into your lips as you tried to force out as much of her sweet nectar into your mouth.

Your face was covered with Yerim’s juices, lips and chin stained with slick as she released you from the clutches of her thighs. You licked her thighs clean, making her squirm as you took a few final swipes of her pussy, her sensitivity driving her crazy.

“Don’t be greedy this time, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, as Yerim dismounted your face, collapsing nearby as she recovered, letting you see the beautiful sight of Hyejoo jerking you off, locking eyes with you.

“Where do you want this cock, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, delivering lazily strokes and rubbing your sweet spot, making your shaft leak messily all over her fingers.

“You can choose, baby.”

Hyejoo let out an excited smile, her pretty lips planting several kisses on your tip as she tasted precum.

“I want you to fuck my throat, daddy.”

“I’d love to, baby,” you said, as Hyejoo relinquished control of your cock. You climbed off the bed and stood near the edge as she adjusted her position, lying on her back as her head dangled off the mattress centered in between your legs, licking her lips as she hungrily eyed your cock.

Hyejoo reached out to grab a handful of your balls, squeezing them gently as you rubbed your tip all over her red triangle lips, slapping her stunningly gorgeous face with your cock.

There wasn’t any patience between the two of you as Hyejoo grabbed your stiff cock, guiding it into her mouth as her tongue swirled around the head, letting you do the rest.

You pushed your shaft inside the warmth of Hyejoo’s wet mouth, sliding every inch from tip to base and resting inside her tight throat as her lips sealed around your flesh.

“Fuck, Hye…”

You groaned with every thrust as you fucked Hyejoo’s mouth, watching a bulge form as she slobbered on your cock as you placed your palm on her warm neck, feeling yourself entering and leaving her tight warm throat.

Hyejoo didn’t have as bad of a gag reflex as Yerim did due to her experience she had in training her throat, but still struggled in taking your length as your balls rested against her cute nose.

You grabbed her huge breasts while continuing to plunge your shaft down the warm depths of her throat, playing with them and squeezing as much soft flesh as you could as drool began spilling out of Hyejoo’s mouth from your forceful use of her, spilling down her face.

Hyejoo couldn’t help the pleasure she felt in between her thighs as you used her throat, letting the messiest of sounds escape. She pinched her nipples that had stiffened, moving a hand down her toned midriff and slipping it into the black pair of panties she still had on, starting to finger herself.

“Messy little slut,” Yerim giggled, coming back to reality as she watched your cock impaling Hyejoo’s warm tight throat, making her gag on it with every few strokes.

Hyejoo withdrew her hand from her heat, wiping her slick on her tight abdomen, her skin glistening in the bedroom lights.

“Look what you did to her, daddy…” Yerim said, the jealousy on her features manifesting.

“Maybe you should help her out then. You’ll find something in that nightstand,” you said, gesturing towards the bedside table drawer. Yerim scurried towards it, opening up and rifling through the contents, pushing aside an almost empty bottle of lube and handcuffs as she found what you were talking about.

“I have one that looks just like this, daddy,” she said, giggling as she grabbed a purple vibrator with a curved tip out of the drawer, staring at it excitedly.

“I use it on this little slut when she’s being a good girl. Or a naughty girl.”

“I’m gonna have a lot of fun with her...”

Hyejoo’s legs trembled with anticipation as Yerim tugged her panties off, leaving every inch of skin exposed for both of your viewing pleasure.

“Make sure you tease her first.”

“Yes, daddy,” Yerim said, switching the toy on to the lowest setting as it emanated a low hum.

Meanwhile, you had slowed your pace down, wanting to enjoy the show you were about to watch, give deep but gentle thrusts down Hyejoo’s throat.

Yerim admired the vibrating toy for a moment, focusing on the older girl’s spread legs as she pressed it against her swollen clit for a few seconds and removed it. Hyejoo’s hips bucked as she moaned around your shaft, sending delightful vibrations around it.

You gave her throat a bit of respite as you removed your shaft from it, letting her tenderly suck on your balls as one of her hands stroked your mess shaft, drool being spread all over her warm lips and chin.

Yerim was relentless in her teasing, not allowing Hyejoo’s body to settle into the intense stimulations on her clit and pulling the toy back just as she was gaining momentum. You didn’t let her throat stay empty for long, plunging back and hitting the back of it with one smooth stroke and making her choke on it which only served to let juices drip down her thighs.

“She’s so wet, daddy,” Yerim said, enjoying the fact that she was driving Hyejoo insane with need a little too much. Were your shaft not buried down her warm throat she no doubt would be doing nothing but whining and complaining.

“I think she’s had enough. Make her cum, baby.”

“Of course, daddy. I’d love to!”

Yerim upped the intensity of the vibrator as high as it would go, the loud vibrations being drowned out as she slipped inside Hyejoo’s needy pussy, making her back arch high as she began thrusting it inside her body.

“Cum whenever you need, baby,” you said, timing your thrusts with Yerim, causing Hyejoo’s full heavy breasts to bounce hypnotically. Hyejoo had never felt so full, two of her holes being pumped into carelessly as she became a squirming mess. Opposite sides of her body were being used, something that she wasn’t used to as loud muffled moans escaped as the fire in her abdomen began to light up.

“Cum for us you little slut,” Yerim said, using the toy to hit her sweet spot with ease repeatedly, juices pouring out of her cunt and coating the outsides of it.

Hyejoo felt completely overwhelmed by the pleasure, her pussy pulsating around the vibrating toy jammed in her cunt, dripping her natural juices over every surface. With you and Yerim doing a number on her Hyejoo couldn’t take anymore, toes curling into the mattress as she came, unable to properly voice her pleasure as she melted into the bedsheets.

You were the first to withdraw from Hyejoo’s quivering body, leaving her gasping for air as Yerim kept her pussy filled, juices flooding out onto the bed.

“F-fuck!” Hyejoo cried out, able to speak for the first time in several minutes, while Yerim dropped down the speed of the toy that had just given her the most intense orgasm she had in a while, moving it out of her and lightly pressing it on her swollen clit.

“P-please stop, ah, f-fuck, Yerim,” Hyejoo said, and Yerim complied right away but not without a handful of slaps on her sensitive pussy as her thighs closed shut.

“Now clean up the mess you made, Hye,” you said. Yerim handed her the drenched toy as Hyejoo sat up, her delicious breasts still heaving as she took the toy into her mouth, wrapping her tongue and lips around it and tasting her succulent juices on it until they were replaced with her saliva.

“Fuck, I’m delicious,” Hyejoo said, tossing the used toy aside as her confidence caused a trio of laughter and smiles.

“What’s next, daddy?” Yerim asked eagerly. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do with these two beautiful women. All three willing participants had an orgasm each and you were insatiable for more.

Your only regret was you couldn’t fuck both of these drop dead gorgeous women at the same time, at least not in a traditional way. No doubt you were as hungry to fuck each of them as they were hungry to be fucked, but you didn’t want to dive straight into the main course, wanting to give yourself a little appetizer first.

“Come over here please,” you ordered, an idea forming in your head.

“Yes, daddy,” they said together in perfect unison, laughing as they gathered themselves off the bed, lining up side by side for you.

You closed the distance until their perfect bodies were inches away from you, scanning up and down their curves as they both instinctively reached for your cock, Yerim working your shaft while Hyejoo fondled your balls.

“Daddy is always so hard,” Yerim said, running her soft hand over your length, looking into your eyes.

“And his balls are so full. We need to drain them again, daddy,” Hyejoo said.

“You’ll have your chance,“ you said, smirking devilish and enjoying the double pleasure they were giving you, moaning softly as their delicate hands pleasured you.

It was impossible to keep your attention on just one of them, darting your eyes back and forth as your eyes feast on their sculpted nude bodies. Using the tip of your middle finger you ran it up Yerim’s slit, collecting her slick on it. Your hands were drawn to her deliciously wide hips as you grabbed them and spun her around, facing her away from you and slapped your throbbing shaft on her soft thighs, feeling the juices that had leaked on her warm flesh.

“I love your body so much,” you said, sliding into the gap of Yerim’s full thighs as her legs closed and squeezed your shaft, causing a collective moan as your cock was trapped by heavenly warm flesh.

Yerim’s thighs were slightly smaller than Hyejoo’s, but no less pleasurable as they still had no problem making you climax between them several times. You kept your hands on Yerim’s hips, keeping a slow pace to savor every thrust in between her amazing thighs as your shaft rubbed against her drenched pussy lips, nudging against her swollen clit.

“That feels so good, daddy…”

Hyejoo watched intently as you slipped in and out of Yerim’s thighs, feeling the pangs of jealousy.

“What about me, daddy? Don’t you want to fuck my thighs too?”

“Be patient, baby. You’ll get your turn soon,” you said as Hyejoo did her best not to whine, resting a hand on your shoulder as she kissed your neck.

Your pace was deliberately slow, thrusting in between slick flesh as Yerim’s thighs suffocated your shaft as you pumped in between them, rocking your hips in a rhythm and filling the gap with your flesh.

Hyejoo hated being left out and dropped to her knees. You couldn’t see what she was doing, but at the end of your thrusts she sucked your tip as it surfaced out of Yerim’s thighs, adding to your pleasure.

The additional stimulation made your pace quicken, eager to feel Hyejoo’s awaiting mouth at the end of your thrusts, the combination of flesh and lips around your cock driving you insane. It took considerable willpower to not move full speed in between Yerim’s thighs, you felt you could explode at any moment.

It was with much regret that you slipped out from the comfort of Yerim’s thighs, but you took solace that you weren’t going to be left without flesh hugging your cock for that long.

“F-fuck…” Yerim whined, her slick dripping her thighs as her body was left painfully empty and unsatisfied.

Hyejoo became the focus of your attention as she entered the view, your eyes immediately drawn to those immaculate full thighs of hers that were so goddamn perfect. The night was just getting started as you grabbed Hyejoo’s body, giving her ass a hard slap as you spun around with more energy and she gasped at your forcefulness.

“Fuck my thighs, daddy,” Hyejoo pleaded as you caressed her wide hips, her pristine skin pillowy soft and warm to the touch.

Just like before your shaft found its way in between wonderful thick thighs as they squeezed and trapped you, suffocating your cock with delicious soft flesh. The wetness you felt was more prominent as your cock was snuggled between the thighs of a goddess, pumping in between them and experiencing unforgettable pleasure you felt throughout your entire body.

“D-daddy...does that feel good?” she asked, a question that needed no answer as your tip nudged against her wet pussy lips. Your pace was considerably faster, hips moving with, digging your fingertips into Hyejoo’s creamy skin as you groaned with every thrust, her plentiful juices lubricating your frantic movements.

“You like my thighs more don’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, but you were too focused on the way her thighs made your cock feel, fucking her warm flesh without a care in the world.

Yerim didn’t let her answer either, watching the action unfold as her hands grabbed Hyejoo’s breasts, giving them a squeeze and bit her swollen nipples, making her whine as you continued fucking her warm thighs, feeling more of her juices coating your cock.

You never wanted to leave Hyejoo’s thighs, wanting to savor the feeling just a little longer, leaving precum on her flesh as you withdrew an inch at a time until you left her body, throbbing freely. Both women turned around to meet your gaze, lust and desire filled their eyes as they awaited what was next.

“Will you fuck us now, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, both women approaching closer as you brought a hand between each of their thighs, feeling how drenched each was.

“Fuck me first, daddy!” Yerim said, pressing her lips against yours as you rubbed her wet lips, feeling her moaning into your mouth.

“Don’t be selfish. I’m older,” Hyejoo said, as you switched your hands from Yerim’s body to hers, roaming her beautiful skin as you bit on her bottom lip, using your fingers to spread open her pink pussy lips and played with her clit.

“Only by a few months!” Yerim protested, lips forming a pout.

“You’ll fuck me first won’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo asked, her breath hitching as you slipped a finger inside her cunt, her thighs closing around your hand.

“I can’t decide. You should take turns riding my cock,” you said, creating a compromise.

“Yay!” Yerim cheered, smiling brightly. Hyejoo’s expression was muted as always.

“Fine,” Hyejoo said, sounding defeated. “But I get to go first.”

“Lay on the bed, daddy,” Hyejoo ordered, playfully pushing your chest so you fell backward onto the mattress, your feet resting on the edge. She climbed the bed and pounced on you, not wasting time in straddling you and squeezed your hips with her deadly thighs, lips embracing you in a deep lustful kiss.

"I want this inside me," Hyejoo said, lifting her body up with her feet placed flat on the mattress, spreading her legs wide. You had the perfect view of her wet pussy as she slowly stroked your cock, aiming it at her center of pleasure and rubbing it between her slick-filled pussy, the heat radiating to draw you in.

“Then ride my fucking cock, Hye.”

Your cock had been in several places already - between Hyejoo’s breasts and her warm mouth and two sets of incredible thighs, but it was about to be in your favorite place, Hyejoo’s incredibly tight pussy and you couldn’t wait.

Hyejoo couldn’t wait any longer and neither could you as she slowly lowered onto your shaft, still stroking you and trying to ease herself into her walls being parted, moving her hips up and down little by little.

“Just relax and let us do all the work, daddy.”

Hyejoo braced herself by resting her palms on your chest, sinking down onto every inch of your throbbing shaft until she was impaled to the hilt, enveloping your shaft with warmth and wetness as she adjusted to being filled with so much flesh.

“Daddy...you feel so good inside me already,” Hyejoo whimpered, preparing both of you for the intense pleasure that was about to happen, the warm flesh of her pussy gripping you tightly and refusing to let go.

“Be a good girl and ride me, baby,” you said, giving her plump ass an encouraging slap.

“Yes, daddy,” Hyejoo said and bit her lip, letting her hips do the rest of the talking as she began bouncing on your cock at a gingerly pace, stretching herself out and spreading her juices on your shaft.

“You’re so tight and wet for me baby. Did I do this to you?” you asked, watching the lust in her eyes as her mouth stayed agape, breathless moans escaping as she picked up speed, her breasts bouncing perfectly with every movement of her hips.

“Y-yes, daddy, f-fuck. I love the way your cock stretches me out.”

The pleasure you felt was so deep and intense you had lost yourself in it as Hyejoo’s bouncing breasts hypnotized you. Were there not a soft moan to your right you had almost forgotten that there was someone else in the room enjoying the show.

“I want a turn, daddy,” Yerim said. She had positioned herself next to you, kneeling on the mattress with a hand between her thighs, touching herself lazily as her thighs slick dripping down them as the action grew too hot and heavy to stay idle.

“Hop on this dick then,” you said, Hyejoo frowning as she lifted herself off, resting her head on your chest. Yerim grabbed your cock coated with Hyejoo’s essence, not wasting time in slamming her heat onto it, letting every inch enter her needy tight cunt.

“Oh my god, daddy,” she moaned, mirroring Hyejoo as her small hands were placed on your chest as her plump ass began bouncing on your crotch, taking every inch with ease.

“Whoever lasts the longest gets to choose where he cums!” Hyejoo said, as Yerim began using her powerful hips, your shaft now coated with the juices of two women, forming a delectable cocktail of pleasure.

“Don’t worry, that’ll be me, daddy!” Yerim said proudly, taking your shaft into her body with her eyes half-lidded.

“You like my pussy better don’t you, daddy?” Hyejoo whispered into your ear, nibbling on it playfully as Yerim bounced on your cock with an unlimited amount of energy, moaning freely. You didn’t answer such an impossible question, yet you find yourself at the wrath of one of them.

“Daddy’s cock feels amazing,” Yerim said, letting her eyes close shut as pleasure shot up her spine, shooting her head back as her thick thighs crashed against yours, finding a rhythm to ride your cock with.

“Your pussy feels really good when you’re this wet, Yerim,” you said, Yerim moaning in response as her walls squeezed and held your cock inside her, desperate to never let you go.

Yerim wasn’t blessed with the chest Hyejoo had, but her perky breasts were still full enough to bounce as she settled into a rhythm she liked, greedily holding onto your chest as she gave herself pleasure.

“My turn. Don’t be so selfish you slut,” Hyejoo said, just you and Yerim were getting used to each other's bodies, The time spent inside her painfully short.

The two lustful women cooperated for the most part, sharing your cock and letting you feel all the differences in their bodies as they swapped back and forth every few minutes. Hyejoo was tighter but not by much, whereas Yerim was much wetter, both of their flesh equally warm and suffocating around your shaft and you regretted the loss of sensations each time they switched.

Yerim’s turn came around again as their combined juices drenched your shaft, making it painlessly easy to take you inside, and you knew they both had to be tethering on the edge.

“Turn around for me, baby,” you told Yerim, knowing she was liable to climax first and you wanted to see that perfect round ass of hers as she did so. She obliged without a word, letting your shaft disappear in between her juicy cheeks and held onto your thighs, bouncing her delicious ass on your crotch as she neared what was inevitable.

“I love your cock so much, daddy,” Yerim moaned, and you rewarded her with multiple slaps on both of her bouncing bare cheeks, watching as they jiggled as your palm met soft flesh that began forming sweat on her beautiful pale skin.

“F-fuck, I love when you spank me, daddy,” Yerim said, bouncing even harder on your cock, whimpering and whining as you gave repeated smacks to her delectable backside until you could see handprints on each side.

“Are you enjoying my tight little pussy, daddy?” Yerim asked, as you gave her tender flesh a reprieve, grabbing a handful of flesh with one hand as she rode your cock hastily, spiraling towards climax.

“Of course, baby. You ride me so well. Are you close?”

“Y-yes, daddy. I’m almost there,” Yerim said, gasping in between syllables and moaning breathlessly. You allowed her to do all the work as she tucked her feet around your waist, bouncing her ass on your crotch carelessly and kept her hands on your thighs for leverage.

“She has a really nice ass, daddy,” Hyejoo said directly into your ears, the two of you watching Yerim mindlessly ride your cock, desperately chasing her release.

“You should shove your cock in it next time.”

Just the thought of that made your shaft throb wildly inside Yerim, who had given up all hope of finishing second, chasing that fire in her stomach that grew by the second. Her walls pulsated and released your shaft, juices slicking up every inch of your flesh buried inside as she was just right at the finish line.

“Cum on my cock, Yerim,” you ordered, giving one more smack across her tender flesh that made her juices leak out of her cunt, signaling she couldn’t hold out any longer.

“O-oh, fuck d-daddy, I-I’m cumming!”

Right on cue Yerim’s climax hit like lightning, and while she was the only one who achieved it, the three of you shared in the experience, the waves of pleasure washing over her body as her toes curled behind her, her pussy clamping down on your shaft so tightly it almost hurt to stay inside her.

Yerim’s stalled breathing could be heard around the room as she gasped for air, sweat dripping down her beautiful back as she slowly gyrated her hips, riding out her orgasm as she tried recovering as best as she could.

“Good girl,” you said, caressing her sweaty body until she had finished every second of bliss as she dismounted your cock, collapsing on the opposite side of Hyejoo, leaving your shaft free for her use.

“That means I get to make daddy cum,” Hyejoo boasted proudly, taking up her former position and desperate to take you inside her again. In no time flat you were met with her warmth as she sheathed you inside her, no longer needing time to adjust to your length as she went wild.

“I missed the way your cock fills me, daddy,” Hyejoo said as your hands roamed her tight body, running your hands alongside all the bare skin you could find before stopping at her perfect round breasts, wanting to keep them in your hands for an eternity.

Staring into each other’s eyes lustful gazes met as you both sought an equal amount of bliss, wanting to take in as much of this final round.

Hyejoo increased her pace until she was riding you as hard as her body would let her, the bed creaking underneath your naked bodies as if objecting to every movement. The harshness in her hips grew, slamming herself down on your cock as you became an idle participant, letting her do the work.

Hyejoo’s wetness surrounded your crotch, growing by the second. The sheets were soaked underneath as you kept your hands filled with Hyejoo’s big tits, squeezing as much flesh that fit into your hands and giving each an echoing slap that mirrored the earlier slaps on Yerim’s fit rear.

“F-fuck yes, daddy, slap those tits,” Hyejoo begged, her pussy clenching in reaction, her tight walls so soaking wet they threatened to push you out of her.

You obliged her request, slapping each of her tits repeatedly, focusing on one before moving to the next, only giving brief moments of respite to pinch her sensitive nipples before repeating the action, each slap drew her closer to climax.

“I’m so close, daddy,” Hyejoo said, gasping between words as she endlessly rode your cock, bracing herself on your chest as her nails dug into your skin. You could hear it in her shallowed breathing how close she was, and you weren’t far off as her cunt continuously squeezed the life out of your shaft, trying to urge your climax as well.

You could feel all the energy being slowly zapped out of your body with every bounce of Hyejoo’s plump ass, the wet smack of hot flesh on flesh as you rested into the sheets with your hands on her wide hips, watching the erotic expression plastered on her features as her breasts bounced and bounced as she used the remaining strength in her powerful thighs.

“Oh fuck, daddy, I’m cumming!” Hyejoo cried out, gyrating her hips as fast they would move. Her body moved furiously as she used you for her pleasure, bouncing harshly on your cock in a way that she cared little for anything but chasing her release.

You stared into Hyejoo's gorgeous eyes, watching the lust and desire in them as she hit her peak. Her toes curled into the sheets stained with a trio of fluids as she came hard on your shaft, controlled her body shaking in your arms as she became a puddle of pleasure.

Hyejoo could barely keep her eyes open as her climax tore through her body, feeling the weight of exhaustion as her panting and gasping grew uninterrupted, her breasts heaving deliciously.

“I can feel you throbbing so much. Aren’t you going to cum, daddy?” she asked tiredly, trying to catch a breath. You were so focused on Hyejoo’s orgasm that you briefly stalled your climax, wanting her to have hers that your own snuck up on you, dangerously close.

“Yes, baby. I’m really close,” you responded as Hyejoo’s beautiful tired eyes lit up in excitement. There were too many places you wanted to finish, and the aching tightness in your abdomen wasn’t going to let you take your time in choosing one.

“Hyejoo...fuck. I want to cum in your mouth. Finish me off.”

“Yes, daddy,” she obediently said, lifting her body off your shaft and eagerly kneeled between your crotch. One of your favorite things about Hyejoo was she loved swallowing, even more than Yerim did.

“Blow it all in my mouth, daddy,” Hyejoo said as her sultry lips wrapped tightly around your cock. Her juices liberally coated your shaft as she tasted herself and bobbed her head up and down furiously, working magic in between your legs she kept her eyes glued on you.

Hyejoo had an insatiable hunger in her eyes as she slurped on every inch of your shaft, and it was regretful that you wouldn’t be able to enjoy her loud sloppy blowjob for that long as you were on the brink of orgasm. You hadn’t even made it half a minute through intense Hyejoo’s oral assault as she squeezed your balls, setting off your climax like the start of a fireworks show.

“Hyejoo, I’m cumming!” you said as you grabbed the back of Hyejoo’s head and pushed her all the way down your base, throbbing wildly as you erupted. You moaned loudly and sent several shots of semen down into her inviting mouth, coating her throat with each thick spurt and thrusting your hips to make sure your cock was buried into her mouth as you were emptied.

Hyejoo was nothing but happy to receive your load, smiling through a mouth full of cock as you filled her pretty mouth with cum. Your pulsating shaft emptied down her throat as you kept her lips firmly pressed up against your crotch, her nose resting against your stomach as she drained every drop out of you.

Your grip on her head weakened as your orgasm ran its course, making sure nothing spilled out of her mouth as you held her against your base until you could hardly move.

Hyejoo opened her mouth filled with your creamy present she had just been given, swirling it around her pink tongue several times.

“Don’t swallow it all, baby. Be a good girl and share. “

She did her best to frown with her mouth full of cum, beckoning Yerim to approach her position who did so without hesitation. Hyejoo aggressively pulled her in for a kiss, their lips smacking loudly as she deposited her share into Yerim’s mouth, swapping your creamy liquid with their wet tongues until they each had taken enough to satisfy them.

You watched with fatigue setting in, forcing your eyes open as they simultaneously tilted their head back, swallowing your cum with one big gulp and opening their mouths, letting you see the emptiness inside as they tasted such a delicacy.

“Delicious!” They both said at the same time, giggling together as Hyejoo leaned in for one more kiss as they used their tongues and lips to clean off your depleted shaft, making you shiver with sensitivity.

“Thank you, daddy,” Hyejoo said, kissing your sensitive tip as Yerim followed, back and forth they planted their soft lips all over until you couldn’t take any more contact on your shaft.

The bed became a mess of tangled limbs and a mixture of gasps and pants as you collapsed flat on your back, sandwiched between two beautiful naked bodies as you had one girl on either side of you.

“Do you still have anything left, daddy?” Yerim asked, flashing a mischievous smile as she traced your chest with her finger.

“You want another round already? Insatiable little slut,” Hyejoo teased as Yerim couldn’t help herself, feeling her cheeks reddening.

“Give me five minutes,” you said, still trying to catch your breath and gasping loudly, wondering how you had lucked out to find yourself in such a situation.

“My shower will fit all three of us, go started without me. I won’t mind.”

“Okay, daddy!” Yerim said as the comforting weight of their sweaty bodies was lifted off yours. You craned your neck to watch the duo of curvaceous women heading towards the bathroom as their deadly hips swayed in tandem, and just the thought of their tight bodies lathered in soap sent blood racing towards your loins.

You had no complaints about these insatiable women wanting to drain you until you had nothing left as you heard the hot water turning on as the steam slowly poured out of your large bathroom.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[ayamturd]

brother│sbi family

summary: y/n will always stand by their brothers no matter the hardship or challenges they should overcome in the end.

song: Brother by Kodaline

warnings: angst to fluff(?), cursing, blood/gore descriptions, death, slight spoliers for dsmp

pairing: in-game platonic!sbi family

a/n: i heard this song the other day and knew i had to give it a try (give it a listen!). also, each section/scene change is supposed to show a period of growth for the reader, both in age and confidence wise. as always, pls feel free to comment or give feedback!

wc: (4.1k) - m.list

When we were young we were the ones

The kings and queens oh yeah, we ruled the world

“Techno, wait!” 

“Keep up then, slow poke!” 

Technoblade and y/n were running through the village, laughing like madmen while jumping over the hay bales serving as their mini obstacle course. They were passing the time while Dadza finished his tradings with Wilbur, him volunteering to assist in hopes of exploring the market place. As they continued their chase, Technoblade began to gain a lead; his long limbs giving him a far unfair advantage against his smaller sibling. He was nearing the local well in the town square, and y/n knew they would have to take drastic measure before he could claim victory. 

Quickly assessing their surroundings, y/n grabbed the first product they could snatch off the closest stand. They beamed it at Techno, the potato hitting him on the back of his head, causing him to falter and trip over his hooves. Y/n leaped over him, grin wide when hearing the vendor and their brother yell after them.

“Y/n! What gives?!” Technoblade scrambled up in a hurry, rushing to meet their stride. Y/n only cackled, shouting back, “hey, it’s like you once said, ‘What the ancients called a clever fighter is one who not only wins, but excels in winning with ease.’”

The sun beamed down in the late afternoon, yet y/n was too driven to notice. They reached the center square and rang the bell, signifying their win. “I regret teaching you the ways of Sun Tzu.” Technoblade was panting with his hands on his knees; he had tried to catch up given his fall slowing him down, but ended up running in vain to his defeat.

“Ahh you don’t mean that now, do you?” Y/n climbed up the well and jumped on Technoblade’s shoulders, forcing him to adjust to the sudden weight while they gripped his pink hair. He grunted, “I do if it means you beating me.” Y/n giggled. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll always remember your miserable loss as the origin of my success.” 

“Gee, thanks.” Despite their bickering, the two children held large smiles, snickering while spinning carefree and contently. They tuned out the world, purely existing in the moment while conquering each trivial challenge at a time.

We've taken different paths

“Come on, y/n, you’ve got to let go some time or another.” Y/n clung onto Wilbur’s side, curled into his chest while the lanky man hovered his arms above them.

“Not until you hug me back, you jerk!” Wilbur sighed, pulling them in again. “I already hugged you in the house. We’re not gonna be here for another 10 minutes, right? You know how impatient Tommy can be.”

“Alright, fine you dickhead. I’ll let you go. See if I care the next time you want a hug,” y/n huffed. They pulled away in haste and crossed their arms, turning away from him completely. 

“You’re such a cry baby, s’not like we’ll be gone forever. Can visit and shit,” Tommy spoke up, walking towards the pair with his saddle in hand.

“Shut up, bitch. I won’t miss you anyway, I was talking to Wilbur.”

“Like hell you won’t!”

Wilbur stepped between the two, hand on Y/n’s shoulder and a push to Tommy’s face. “Maybe it’s best that we’re leaving, y/n. Tommy’s obviously influenced you too much.”

“Why the hell you say that like it’s a bad thing?!”

“Ugh, God please no.”

Despite all odds, y/n was the shortest in the family compared to all the boys. They were forced to look up at Tommy while he glared down at their smug face. 

Phil came forward from the house and chose to stand besides y/n. “I’ve only just gotten them to leave, don’t tell me you’re holding them down any longer.” Y/n muttered a small no. Wilbur and Tommy looked offended at the comment, and Phil only chuckled at the sight. “You’ll see them soon, y/n. You know they’ve been waiting for the opportunity to explore, and one day you’ll take your chance too.”

“Yeah, I know,” y/n sighed and leaned into Phil’s side. They were openly pained to have their brothers leave their home, disliking the idea of their family separated, yet they knew they didn’t have the right to stop them from their ambitions.

Phil checked over their supplies once more before patting their shoulders with encouraging words. Giving them room, the brothers mounted their horses and pulled the reins to the East, taking one final glance at their home. They both waved and rode off. 

The sun laid above the horizon, strips of color spread across the sky as night began to fall. Though they were too far to hear, y/n waited a moment before speaking. “Till next time.” 

And travelled different roads

“You can’t be serious.”

“You rather I leave them to die?” Technoblade was packing, grabbing his best weaponry and stuffing rations into his satchel. Although contemplating to bring his armor, he opted out of it in favor of traveling light. Y/n was trailing behind the large piglin, eyes irritated and upset. 

“How can you say that? I’m only concerned on why you think a revolution is what they need right now!” Technoblade spun around at their words, standing above them menacingly. Any rational person would be afraid if it weren’t for the fact that they grew up together. 

“Y/n. You and I both know there’s a reason they called me and me alone. I’m going there to help and do what is ask of me. What else do you expect from all of this?” Technoblade spoke steadily, his chin still raised while his eyes looked down at them. It only angered y/n more. 

“What I expect, Technoblade, is for you to be their brother and help them! Be their brother for once and not just ‘the Blood God’!” Y/n emphasized each point with a jab to his chest. It was rare for the two to fight at all, them being considerably close and maintaining the same idealization for the most part. 

Techno only narrowed his eyes before grabbing y/n’s wrist. “We’ve talked about this, y/n. Don’t act like you don’t understand the difference between ‘the Blood God’ and myself. Don’t act like there is a difference at all.” There was a slight pause as y/n’s eyes widen at their close proximity, Technoblade having had moved closer towards their face.

“… you’re hurting me, Techno.” Glancing down at their hands, Technoblade immediately let go and grabbed his crossbow behind y/n, leaving the room as if the conversation never happened. Y/n was quick to follow him before he left the house. 

They screamed out, “This isn’t right, Techno! For their sakes, you and that tactical brain of yours should realize that at the very least!” Technoblade stopped near the exit and tilted his head to the left, a brief silence before speaking. “If you weren’t so afraid of the world, you could always go save them yourself.”

He slammed the front door close at that, leaving a still y/n in shock at his words. The night was dead quiet as y/n stood there for some time, a ringing silence impeding the air. Phil came down the hallway from his room, tired yet aware of the situation; he was admittedly awake during the argument. “Are you alright, dear?” His voice was soft as he was unsure of y/n’s current emotions, their back to him while facing the front door. Y/n turned towards him with teary eyes.

“No.”

And when you're in the trenches

And you're under fire I will cover you

“Ya’ know what, Wilbur?” Tommy was sitting on a furnace, Wilbur leaning against the cavern walls across him. They were both eating dinner together in the dark, dimly lit and empty space, the only sound coming further down the cave where Technoblade farmed until Tommy spoke up. Raising a hand to chew, Wilbur swallowed before asking a what?

“I’m getting real sick of potatoes.” They both laughed at that, temporarily finding joy in the small joke before fading back into a helpless silence. They were still reeling from their situation; no home, no friends, no government to stand with. While they were in the presence of their brother, Technoblade was focused on their main goal: revolution. Even through perseverance, the brothers couldn’t help but feel exhausted from the efforts, the previous war having taken a toll in spite of the approaching age of a new one.

“I miss home,” Tommy expressed, eyes trained to the ground. Wilbur stared at the boy before looking down at the baked potato in hand. “Me too.” 

A sudden noise came from above, as if someone broke down their stone entrance. Although Pogtopia had gained an underground support from the citizens of Manberg, their location was still undisclosed to the others, secret letters and Tubbo being the only communication. Grabbing his sword, Tommy nodded to Wilbur and headed up the steep stairway. Wilbur briefly looked up and ran to warn Technoblade of a possible intruder. 

Weapon in hand, Tommy creeped up the path determined. Footsteps echoed underground and Tommy paused to push himself against the wall. The light of a lantern glowed ever so brighter with each approaching step behind the corner above. Right as he rose to strike, a familiar voice spoke out. 

“You’re not seriously going stab me now, right?” Tommy’s gaze shot up to see his sibling smirk at his surprise. “Cause that would suck after traveling this whole way to see you idiots.”

Tommy laughed breathlessly in disbelief before shouting their name for all to hear. He ran up to quickly embrace them and pulled them down to meet the rest. Technoblade and Wilbur visibly relaxed at the sigh of the two, weapons dropping to their side.

“You’re here,” Technoblade stated, his eyebrows raised unexpectedly. Expression neutral, y/n only spared him a glance before looking to the side. “I’m here.” 

Wilbur ignored the small tension and walked forward, a soft smile at the sight of them with his arms raised. “Am I still allowed to ask for that hug?” Y/n grinned and let him engulf them in a hug. They squeezed his torso tight while they swayed slightly side to side. Tommy, elated to see his sibling for the first time in practically years, vocalized his excitement loudly behind the embracing pair.

“Are you here to help us fight?!”

Y/n hesitated before turning back to smile wearily, “I’m here to help you in any way I can.”

If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

“You want to be a hero, Tommy?”

The battlefield was suspended in apprehension, everyone amassed on the small platform above the caved in trench. Standing before them, separated by the broken landscape, Technoblade held large, black skulls in each hand. In front of him, two structures of sand guarding his sides. He was perched over them, eyes red in blood-like fury with tusks that pointed in pride and determination. Y/n gaped in horror at the sight, whispering a small no that fell on deaf ears. 

“Then die like one!”

A sudden light blinded the field, Technoblade having had completed the ancient ritual due for destruction. Before anyone could collet their thoughts, a small force pushed everyone back. Strong winds blew as dust covered the the terrain, and from the ashes of white fire rose two mythological beasts with holo eyes and a grotesque body of dark bones. There was a beat of stillness before chaos erupted.

Yelling and panic ensued as some began fighting the monstrosities while others worked to kill those preventing the end. Y/n felt lost as others pushed and pulled them every way. They tried looking for their brothers, crying out their names in the frantic space, but could no longer define anyone in the tumultuous crowd overwhelming them. 

By the time they were able to separate themself from the group, a building hum penetrated from above. Explosions descended around them as they became trapped by the blasts. Arms covered and crouched close to the ground, Y/n was helpless to the wither, and they stared in dread as the creature began to glow to attack once more. 

Before they met their final end, however, colors invaded the sky and erupted against the wither’s side. It roared in rage at the measly ambush and turned to find the source. Y/n was still frozen in the futile position, but was hoisted from behind and dragged up the small crater entrapping them. 

Technoblade let go of their weight once on solid ground again and stepped away immediately. Y/n, wheezing from the realization they could have died, turned to look up at their brother while still laying on the ground. Arms beneath them, they struggled to raise their head to him. 

“Why, Tech,” y/n exasperated, eyes begging for a justification for more destruction beyond that of their recent brother’s death. Tears fell in anguish of the devastation around them. “Just why?”

“Not everyone can be saved. Not everything is worth being saved.”

And if you were drowned at sea

I'd give you my lungs so you could breathe

“Come on Toms, stay with me now.” Pulling with all their might, y/n grappled the thin boy through the water as they fought to swim against the current in the rising dawn. As they crawled onto the sandy shores, the heavy weight of being completely soaked left them restless on the beach. Taking a moment to breathe, y/n gathered their strength before rushing to Tommy’s side.

“Come on, Tommy. You can’t do this to me now.” Y/n laid him completely flat and started to push his chest in rhythmic beats, shoving down as hard as they could to save him. 

He was already incredibly pale from the cold depths of the water, and y/n could only assume he had been in the water for some time before they arrived. 

Every so often they would glance to discern any movement or change but would go back to focusing on reviving their brother entirely. As more time passed and Tommy refused to move, Y/n grew frustrated and speed up their pace harshly, tears clouding their vision despite their resolution. “Please, Tommy. Please. I can’t lose another one of you. Not again.”

With a sudden twitch, Tommy jerked before coughing up water and trembling with the rush of air to his lungs. Y/n looked up to the green horizon and closed their eyes in relief, tears streaming down their cheeks before they reached down to hold the boy close. Gently bring him into their arms and caressing his long wet hair, Tommy continued to draw breaths with his arm hung limply around them. He clutched the fabric on their shoulder, whimpering in a small voice,

“Y/n? Are you really here this time?” Y/n squeezed him tighter.

“It’s really me, Toms. I’m here. And I’m never leaving you again.”

And if we hit on troubled water

I'll be the one to keep you warm and safe

“This is not a trial, Technoblade.” Quackity motioned to the anvil strung above the stage, beaming at the seething piglin through the bars of the cage. “This is an execution. We are going to kill you.” 

Hidden beneath the breath of night while under the effects of the invisible potion, y/n observed from the roof of a nearby house. Although they kept their distance from everyone in their family besides Tommy, y/n couldn’t ignore the apparent ‘Butcher Army’ when they passed through the forest where they were collecting wood, their brother strung behind them as if on a leash. 

Y/n glared at the immaturity of the young boys, despising the belief that more death will create peace in a land built on bloodshed. While their relationship with Technoblade was rough considering their last encounter, they couldn’t deny the fact that he had a right to hold his certain principles and acted out in aggression to the others’ mistreatment; though arguably to an extreme.

Their gaze shifted when the mercenary, Punz, announced his arrival with thrown snowballs and began spreading TNT as an apparent distraction. Deciding to aid in the diversion, y/n pulled arrows out of their quiver and aimed to target the boys when they tried to assault him. 

“Where the hell did that come from?!” Fundy screeched out in revelation after barely managing to dodge an incoming arrow to the leg. Despite all efforts, Quackity realized their intentions and ran to pull the level. As he let out a joyous shout, y/n dropped their bow in fear, eyes trained on the falling anvil before it was meant to strike and scrambled to their feet. To their astonishment and utter relief, a faint, green glow emitted once Technoblade was supposedly killed. The Blood God had escape death. What a surprise.

Y/n watched as Technoblade climbed swiftly out of the cage and followed a green figure mounted on his horse through a tunnel hidden beneath a stone hill. They knew from pass whispers and Tommy’s harsh words that it was the warrior, Dream, having had only seen the daunting smiling face in a blur during the war. They were aware of the torment the man had caused to their family, both in the war and in Tommy’s exile.

Sliding down the tile roof, y/n jumped off the building and maneuvered their way down, ignoring the stare of their imprisoned father on top of the nearby balcony as the potion’s effects started to fade. They noticed Quackity trace the foot steps of Technoblade’s hooves, and stalked behind him as he entered the small hole. Pausing before leaping in themself, y/n looked up to see Dream already staring down at them, arms crossed and in wait. 

He stared at them expectantly, which made y/n’s patience wear thin once hearing Quackity lowly state how he planned to kill Technoblade then and there. Narrowing their eyes in annoyance, y/n gave Dream a final glare and blocked off the entrance once entering. 

They pulled out their axe and treaded quietly down the tunnel before pausing behind the broken wall to an old vault full of chests. 

“—nd I don’t care how long it fucking takes me, or what I have to do to get you, Techno. I’m going to fucking kill you.”

“I just have on question, Quackity.” Technoblade paused as Quackity asked him to continue.

“Do you think you’re enough, to kill me? Even unarmed, with iron armor?” They both ever so slightly gripped their weapons tighter, stance shifted as they prepared to fight.

“You know what? Let’s fucking find out, you son of a bitch!” Their weapons clashed as they dodged the blow from one another. Quackity delivered each blow with blind determination while Technoblade played defense with each graceful side step. Eventually, Technoblade knocked his pickaxe into his face, Quackity yelping in pain and holding a hand to cover the wound. 

When turning his back to move further down the tunnel, Technoblade risked leaving himself vulnerable to the crazed butcher. Quackity stood despite his injury and tried to attack him from behind.

Y/n took the opportunity to run towards him, axe prepared to strike. Before Quackity could turn to defend himself, y/n swung the axe into his neck. Blood instantly pooled at the cut as he struggled to breathe, and y/n ripped their blade from his flesh. He fell to his knees while grasping helplessly at his wound, choking on his blood before falling to the side. 

While they had a distaste for violence, unlike their brother, y/n couldn’t excuse the attempted murder of their family by any means. 

Technoblade stared in reverence, eyes darting between Quackity’s slump figure and his sibling covered in an excessive amount of blood from the attack. Y/n stepped forward and grabbed a lead from their belt, having previously found it abandoned in the snow. No words were exchanged as they silently pulled Carl through the sewer system, blood casually staining the water as they walked through. Technoblade only spoke once they reach the surface.

“Pog.”

And we'll be carrying each other

Until we say goodbye on our dying day

“Are you alright, y/n?”

Broken sobs become shuddered breathes as y/n hears the voice of their late brother. They lifted their eyes from beneath their arms that held their legs together while pushed against the very corner of the room, their current position reminding Ghostbur how small anyone could look when upset. Ghostbur slightly frowned at their lack of response, floating closer to them to observe their tears, lighting the space slightly with a soft glow. 

“What’s wrong?” Despite the innocence behind his echoed voice, y/n couldn’t help the pain from hearing his concern. “Nothing that matters, Ghostbur. Nothing that anyone could fix anyway.”

Ghostbur didn’t like that response, refusing to believe that sadness could exist without a solution to bring an end to despair. He reached into his pocket, hands carefully holding some dye out towards y/n.

Y/n tilted their head in confusion, tears having stopped running but still present. “What is it?”

“It’s blue! Here, here, take some.” Ghostbur placed the colored substance into their cupped palms, explaining its significance with a gentle smile. “See, when someone is very angry or sad, the blue sucks away all your sadness and turns blue! And what you can do, is you can throw the blue away, and that’s all your sadness gone.”

Although strange and futile, y/n couldn’t help the smile form on their face from Ghostbur’s clarification. Ghostbur gasped excessively, causing y/n to chuckle lightly. “It worked! Do you feel better now, y/n? I have more blue if you need as well!” Pulling an incredible amount that began to pile on the floor in front of them, y/n giggled at the sight.

Y/n wiped their eyes with the back of their hand, breathing in and out to recollect themself. “Thank you, Ghostbur. Never change your wonderful self.” The ghost grinned brightly at that.

“Of course, Y/n! Never change your caring self either!”

Oh brother, we'll go deeper than the ink

Beneath the skin of our tattoos

“I have to ask, Y/n. Why choose them?” Y/n stood before Dream in their kitchen, the man having had shown up unannounced at their front door and began asking vague questions. 

“What do you mean?” Y/n was unnerved by his demeanor, never having held a conversation, let alone utter a word, with him before despite small, yet silent encounters. They refused to show discomfort, though they didn’t have a mask to cover every waver in their voice or their jaw visibly tighten.

“Oh, you know.”  He turned to walk around the small living space, hand skimming over a chest surface before continuing to speak ominously. “Time and time again, I’ve seen you run and fall to your knees for your so-called family. Yet as time continues on, I’ve seen them give you nothing in return.” He paused and faced them again. “What’s the point of saving something that does nothing but hold you down?”

Though we don't share the same blood

Y/n crossed their arms in defiance, finally understanding his intentions and glowered at his objective.

“You wouldn’t understand, Dream. Even if you tried.” He looked confused at their response, tilting his head slighting while his masked continued the same haunting smile. Y/n smirked.

“Your seen weakness gives me strength. I fight for everything because of them. Your lack of attachment leaves you nothing to gain.” Dream bent forward in mocking interest, though y/n knew better than to give in. “Is that so?”

“You tell me. Who will come running to your aid when your lies eventually catch up, and everyone realizes the things you’ve planned behind their backs?”

“I have my ways. Ways that insure I’ll have people on my side when I need.”

Y/n scowled before stepping forwards, leaning into his face. “Say whatever you need to say to comfort the idea of your downfall. I don’t care about you or your motives, leave my family alone or I will personally see to it you meet your expected end before its fated to happen.” Dream let out an amused breath in response. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a promise."

You're my brother and I love you that's the truth