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camaro-and-smokes · 5 months ago

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Get Out of My Dreams, Get into My Car

Chapter 7: You Got It

Notes: Moodboard by the lovely @a-redharlequin 💜

Summary: Billy had already given Steve an hour-long lecture about the basics, taught Steve to wax his board, and assured that they wouldn’t even have to catch waves today. Unless Steve specifically wanted. Steve didn’t. But he might still try it though if it got Billy's attention.

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On the next morning, Steve was waiting for Billy in their living room wearing his new wetsuit.

“You can swim, can you?” Billy asked Steve with a smirk, pulling the zipper of his own wetsuit closed as he passed Steve on his way to his board.

“I was the captain of the swimming team in high school and a lifeguard at the community pool for two summers. I can swim,” Steve huffed mock-offended, holding his board up. Though, yes, while he was a strong swimmer, The Pacific ocean was a whole another beast than Lake Michigan where he’d spend his childhood summers.

“Just checking,” Billy chuckled, and patted Steve on the shoulder. “C’mon, let’s get started,” he continued and walked out into the sunshine from their living room.

The day was glorious; warm breeze ensured the heat of the sun wasn’t too much and kept the waves small. People were gathered on the beach, seagulls were screeching in the distance.

It wasn’t even midday yet, but Steve had decided not to risk it with his pale skin and had covered every area that wasn’t protected by the wetsuit as much sunscreen as he could. His nose was white with the excess, but better to be careful than sorry.

Billy had already given Steve an hour-long lecture about the basics, taught Steve to wax his board, and assured that they wouldn’t even have to catch waves today. Unless Steve specifically wanted.

Steve didn’t.

He’d tried to keep a brave face throughout, but the closer they got to getting into the water, the more nervous he became. When they were practicing the pop-up on the beach, he couldn’t keep it in anymore. He sat down on the board and looked at Billy, who was on his own board displaying the right position. “Listen, Billy…”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think…this is for me.”

“How so?” Billy asked, sounding genuinely curious.

“All this…safety and technique and…”

Steve hadn’t expected Billy’s smile to be so gentle. “You have practiced new skills before, haven’t you?”

“Yeah…”

“So, you know you gotta do the thing in order to master it. Right?”

Steve chewed his cheek.

“Hey. You said you wanted to try this. This was your idea. But we don’t have to do this. I’m not forcing you to do anything.”

Steve had half hoped Billy would’ve at least sounded annoyed. But of course he didn’t. He was a professional instructor, no matter what. “Yeah, I know.”

Billy sat down on his own board and wrapped his arms loosely around his knees. “I was happy when I saw you in all that gear when I came home the other day. It felt like…” He shook his head and smiled. “It felt like you wanted to try something new and fun, something I liked and…I got really excited. Everyone here knows how to surf and how amazing it is. It felt great you wanted to learn, too.” He paused, looking at the sand, and then looked back up at Steve. “And I thought it would be great to have a hobby we could do together.”

Steve instantly felt like shit. He knew why he was being such a chicken. He was already so far outside his comfort zone, trying this, and, in addition, finally having Billy’s undivided attention. It was all exactly what he’d wanted. Maybe he hadn’t realized how easy it would get it and now he was like a fish out of water. Suddenly, he hoped that he’d have the chance to call Robin and ask her for assurance that he was doing the right thing.

“We’re this far already,” Billy pleaded. “Why not go a bit further and get into the water? Just try staying on the board and paddle a little? No need to even try the pop-up.”

Steve couldn’t help smiling. “You sound like you’ve taught kids at some point.”

“I have. Still do.”

Steve realized that this was something he, even after two months of living with Billy, had no idea of. “Really?”

Billy nodded with a wide smile. “Yeah. Every Saturday morning.”

Steve’s stomach dropped. “You…turned down kids to teach me instead?”

“No, they were gone before you got up. They come in at sunrise, we ride some waves, I give them pointers, and then they’re gone around nine. And it’s not a paying gig. They’re kids from foster care. Argyle’s shop did a fundraiser that got these kids here. He provides the gear, and I donated my time in order to get them into it.”

The way Billy’s face lit up when he spoke about the kids made something fuzzy swell in Steve’s chest. “You’ve actually managed to get them to come here at that hour?”

“The time wasn’t my idea. The kids want to come here the moment they wake up. And since I live here on the beach, it’s not a problem. I salute the foster parents who make it happen.”

Steve bit his lip and nodded. This was a whole new aspect to Billy, and he liked it. A lot. “Okay. Let’s do this.”

The smile that spread across Billy’s face alone was worth a try, at least.

Billy was glad the mention of the kids got Steve to at least give the real deal a try. He led them into thigh-high water with Steve’s board. “Okay, we’ll just try paddling. Nothing more.”

“Yeah, okay,” Steve replied, sitting onto the board that Billy held in place, and laid down.

The waves were small, but big enough to go over the board and directly on his face. He tried paddling, but the waves kept pushing back, and he lost his balance from the first wave that hit him, making him fall into the water. He tried again, with the same result. “How do you stay on this thing?”

“I told you, you gotta start paddling at once if you don’t want to get overthrown by these baby-waves,” Billy said and came to help again. “Go on, try again. I’ll keep you steady so that you get the idea.”

Steve laid down on the board once again, facing the open ocean and the waves that were coming at him lazily.

Billy took a deep breath, knowing he would have to touch Steve, but this time without an excuse, and grabbed the board from both sides, his other arm over Steve’s legs. “Okay, now start paddling,” he said as he gently pushed the board through the first wave, then the second while Steve paddled with his both hands and propelled the board forward. When they got through the first three waves, Billy let go. “Now you got it!”

The board glided through the small waves, up and down, through one and down again. Steve couldn’t help smiling. This was amazing, and he wasn’t yet even actually surfing. He turned his head to shout to Billy how great this was, but that, of course, distracted him. A slightly bigger wave made him lose his balance, plunging him into the turquoise. He was rolling in the water and took a gulp of the saltwater, of course inhaling it. Panicking, he got disoriented for a while until a firm hand caught his arm and pulled him above the surface. He started coughing immediately.

“Hey, you’re okay,” Billy said and rubbed Steve’s back. “You’re on the surface.”

“Mayb—maybe we’re…” Steve started, but he had to halt to cough more water from his lungs. “…done for today,” he finally wheezed.

“Yeah, I agree,” Billy replied with a smile, giving Steve’s shoulder a gentle squeeze and taking the board, leading them back to the beach.

Steve sat down on the side of the wooden terrace of the bungalow to take a proper breath and have his heartbeat slow down a little.

Billy pushed Steve’s board to stand in the sand. Before sitting next to Steve, he opened his wetsuit, pushing the top part of it to hang on his hips.

Steve made a point of not looking.

“Hey, that can happen to anyone,” Billy said, pushing his hair back from his face with his hand. “I’ve taken a dive like that more times than I can count.”

“I have sand everywhere,” Steve muttered.

Billy let out a soft laugh. “Yeah, probably.”

“You ever thought you might drown when surfing?”

“Not drowning, no, not really. Though worried about being bitten by a shark once, yes.”

“Oh god,” Steve moaned and buried his face in his hands. “I’d forgotten those.”

“Hey,” Billy said, patting Steve’s shoulder. “That was one time. One, and I’ve surfed my whole life—apart those few years in Hawkins. It’s not as frequent as it’s made to be. More of bad luck. If you get bitten, that is.”

“I don’t know if I can try again.”

“Maybe now is not the best moment to decide that. You being shocked and all.”

Steve glanced at Billy, who was looking back at with a kind smile. “I bet you’re great with the kids.”

Billy’s smile widened. “You should come a watch sometime. The kids are amazing.”

Steve smiled a little. “Maybe I will.”

“Wanna get rid of all the sand?”

“Preferably.”

“You gotta take off the suit out here on the terrace and let it dry. Then you can just shake it all out. If you bring it in wet, there’s sand everywhere inside too. I prefer keeping the sand here on the beach.”

“Sure, I’ll do that. Would you bring me a towel?”

“Yeah.”

When Billy went back out with the towel and a bottle of water for the both of them, Steve had removed the top of the wetsuit and was looking at the surfers that were riding waves further on the beach.

Billy swallowed. He didn’t remember Steve having that much chest hair in high-school. He didn’t care for that much hair on his men, but on Steve…He was willing to make an exception.

“I’m proud that you tried,” he said to Steve as he gave him the towel.

Steve took it, now smiling a little. “Yeah. Well, I had to,” he said as he wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out of the wetsuit. “You kept pestering me about it. I really had no choice.”

“Me? Pestering? Never,” Billy said with a smirk, mock-offended.

Steve was smiling, too, and Billy knew there was something happening between them, even if he wasn’t entirely sure what. Steve had bought everything he’d need for surfing, just like that, and asking nothing from him. No tips, what kind of board to get…Honestly, it would’ve made more sense for Steve to ask him to borrow a suit and a board from him for the first few tries rather than just buy his own out of the blue. But Steve had surprised him with this whole thing, suddenly wanting to try and having all the gear…So, either he had really gotten the idea of try surfing stuck to Steve’s mind or…Billy didn’t want to let himself go there, but he knew he already had; Steve wanted to try something Billy loved to get to know him better.

Billy looked as Steve downed the entire water bottle in one swig. Steve fit on the beach. The wind blew his hair all over, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was tall and fit, and sure, maybe he was a little pale, but that would be fixed if he wanted to get on the board again. And besides, the moles he was dotted with, they stood out better like this. Billy found himself thinking he wanted to touch them, to examine them one by one, trail them with his finger, find all the constellations hidden in them.

He felt hope in his heart for the first time, even though he knew it was dangerous. From all his previous experience, he’d learned that hope was a recipe for a disaster. But Steve, he surely wouldn’t do that to him? Break his heart?

When Steve finished his water, he glanced at Billy and caught him staring. Billy’s soft gaze made something warm bloomed in his chest. “What?” he asked, smiling.

Billy smiled back. “Nothing. Just thought you fit on the beach.”

“I do?”

Billy nodded, folding his arms over his chest. “Maybe you’re a bit too pale to fit in properly, but we can fix that.”

“I’m still not sure if I want to get back on the board.”

“That’s okay. You can stay on land and watch. Work on your tan instead.”

Steve laughed. “Sure.”

They looked at the other surfers for a moment again. Steve felt that he’d accomplished something even if the try had ended in a disaster. Though, he also felt stupid, even though he knew no one could handle something like this on the first try. But he’d fallen off, rolled in sand, and inhaled salt water right in front of Billy, which made it extra humiliating. He hadn’t wanted to mess up that badly.

“Don’t worry about the fall,” Billy said, as if he’d heard Steve’s thoughts. “You tried, and that is enough as itself.”

Yeah, Steve was proud about that, of trying. And that Billy acknowledged it. He’d done what he set out to do; to get Billy’s attention. This was a good start.

“Hey, go ahead and take a shower. I can take one after you. Won’t hog all the hot water from you,” Billy said, winking, and took Steve’s wetsuit and hung it to the hook next to the terrace door.

“Well, that’s a first,” Steve said with a short laugh as he walked inside.

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blind0demon · 2 years ago

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In Sickness And In Health

Summary: Kenshi takes care of his partner who wouldn't stay in bed no matter how hard he tries to convince her to, so he tries a different approach.

Pairing: Kenshi Takahashi x Vesper Cammeron

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 4,2K

Author's Note: This contains the events happening after Mortal Kombat Snow Blind with my favorite ship and I'm happy to finally get it done.

The old door opened with a squeak as Vesper walked into the small hut. She sighed in happiness that she could finally get outside and take a look around the small village where she resided but her joy didn't last long when she noticed Kenshi standing a few meters away from her with a sour look on his face. Damn it, she could've sworn that he'd return later than her and wouldn't have noticed her disappearance, but she was wrong. "Did I give you permission to get out of your bed and especially leave the house? What were you thinking?" He lectured her like an angered father that just found out that his daughter left house arrest.

The woman growled in irritation and slammed the door behind her to lean her back against the wooden surface. "Nothing has happened to me, doc. It's just a short walk around the street to improve my health" She explained carelessly but he only shook his head in disappointment. "The only way to improve your health is to rest and listen to the real doctor who knows best how to treat you" Kenshi said and walked over to her to put his hand against her forehead to check her temperature. She was a demon so her body heat was always higher than one of a human, but the man got used to it and was able to tell whether she had a fever or not and to his relief, she didn't but it was still higher than usual.

"See? I'm as good as ready to kick some Black Dragon ass and pay them back for losing my limb" Vesper shouted in excitement and pretended to fight the man in front of him while he tilted his head with an awkward smile to her vigor. It was a pleasant difference compared to a few weeks ago when she was lying in bed, unable to move a muscle as her organism was fighting for its life. Even if they won the battle against Kano and his army, they didn't leave unharmed with the girl suffering the most. He also caught a few injuries himself, a few of his fingers missing but it wasn't as bad as losing a hand like Vesper. It was hard to sit by her side and wait for her state to get better but at least they found a doctor in time to help her and give them a temporary place to stay. Days moved by as she slowly recovered from the excessive blood loss and high fevers caused from the wound getting infected but she was a fighter and giving up just wasn't an option.

He ordered her to sit on the bed while he uncovered the bandages covering her injury to inspect its progress in recovery and put some ointment on the skin. She tried her hardest not to let him know that it caused her slight discomfort but it had to be done to make her feel better. All this time, she kept staring at him while he did his work. By this time, it was evening so the orange rays of sunlight kissed his skin which only made him look even more attractive than he already was. Despite being blind, he could still sense her gaze lingering over his body as her cold blue eyes kept drilling into him but he got used to the feeling of being watched.

She was his girlfriend after all, he couldn't just tell her to stop even if it crept him out sometimes. "Are you still mad at me?" Vesper blurted out, breaking the silence, her legs carelessly swaying in the air. "No, I just don't want you to get worse" He responded honestly, finishing up his work and covering the wound with clean material. "Fuuck, I just can't sit here all day and do nothing. Seeing the same four walls is driving me nuts already. You follow me, right? When you lost your sight, you didn't just give up and do nothing either" She started bragging angrily, hoping for him to understand her as he tried to wrap the bandage with difficulty as her body kept on moving as she talked.

It was true that he wouldn't let his injury destroy his future and he fought through many obstacles to come where he is now and there were many times where he wanted to give up. However, he wasn't alone. He had his friend, Kuai who helped him train and learn how to survive without eyesight and he had Vesper. Maybe she wasn't as good of a teacher as the other man, but she still tried and Kenshi appreciated it non the less. She was that one spark of joy that always shone through the darkness that covered his surroundings and gave him the reason to move on, so now he wanted to be the same for her when she needed him the most.

"I know, Vesper. Just seeing you in pain made me realize how much I care about you and how quick I could lose you" Kenshi confessed, before finishing the task and smiling up at her. She didn't say anything for a while and just looked at him, seemingly touched by his words. It's not often when they talked to each other about personal feelings as both tried to make themselves look tough and confident. The world wasn't a place that accepted weakness so they had to adjust. Especially her. As a demon, she was born in a different world, surrounded by death itself where each day was a struggle of survival which greatly desensitized her.

She later became an assassin for a man who only saw her as a tool to use and kill whenever he pleased. Now, she was free but the scars of her past were still there and letting themselves know each time she woke up and each time she went to sleep. Sometimes Vesper wondered if she truly loved the boy, if she was really capable of feeling these types of emotions.

After a moment, she put her hand on his face and rubbed her thumb against his skin with a smile. "Thanks for taking care of me, I know that I sometimes may be a pain in the ass so I think you deserve a reward for your hard work" She said and leaned in to give him a smooch on the lips, before parting away.

"Aww, you didn't have to, but I wouldn't mind another" He answered with a devilish grin and put his hands on each corner of the bed to lift himself up and return the gesture. The demon chuckled into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck to keep him even closer than before. His grip tightened as she lightly bit his lower lip, causing him to gasp. Vesper used that opportunity to slip her tongue inside and explore his mouth while her nails trailed over the back of his neck, giving him goosebumps. Sneaky girl, he thought to himself and kissed back, dragging his wet muscle over her forked one.

Too invested in the activity, he didn't even notice himself basically pushing her whole body on the bed, as she held tightly onto him with no care in the world either. Perhaps he will forgive her for getting out of the room without asking, just this once. Kenshi could feel her legs pressing themselves against his hips in excitement while she showed no signs of stopping, not until the last bits of air left her lungs. They continued this tantalizing game till they parted away, both trying to catch their breath. The man could feel her familiar piercing gaze lingering over him once again as she panted, her arms still resting on his shoulders.

"Well, that was nice. I will go make dinner now" He said matter of factly and began to walk away. "What, no!" She protested and took a hold of his wrist, enabling him to leave. "As much as I'd like to make out with you further, you're supposed to rest, so stay here" He said sweetly and yanked his hand away from her grasp. Vesper growled loud enough for him to hear, but he didn't budge against her stubbornness. She just looked at him as he walked away, her sharp pupils now dilated like the one of a cat watching its prey. They often made out with each other and that was always about it but this time, it wasn't enough. She wasn't the type to take no for an answer and little did Kenshi know, you don't turn your back on a predator.

The woman swiftly lifted herself off the bed and ran over to him and before Kenshi could realize what was happening, his back hit the mattress with her on top of him. "What the… I told you not to teleport me, this creeps the hell out of me!" He said angrily but she only laughed at his pitiful position as she sat herself comfortably on his abdomen. "Should've known better before you decided to date a teleporter" Vesper teased. He should've also thought before he chose to go out with a bratty teenager in the body of an adult that was surprisingly older than him. Sometimes he wondered if he really was younger than her.

"You know, screw all that medicine. I think I know just the right thing to make me fully stand on my toes again" She whispered seductively, her hand tugging at the corners of the man's shirt, clearly letting him know what she wanted. Kenshi gulped in nervousness as her weight pressed his body further into the bedsheets, enabling him to move away. "Maybe we should wait till you fully recover. I don't think you're completely sane at the moment" He answered, attempting to escape the situation by pushing her off of him but Vesper took a hold of one of his palms before leaning against his face.

"I'm more than sane right now and I'm certain that I've been waiting way too long for this moment to arrive" She growled but realized by the look on his face that she might have gone a little too far. In most of her previous relationships, having intercourse was the only thing that kept her and her partner together so even if Kenshi didn't ask for any of that before, she still felt obligated to do it, even if she didn't have to. It still lingers behind her head sometimes but now she just wanted to get closer. To straighten the bond they already had. Her grip on his hand eased up as she straightened her back to look away in shame.

"Look, I love you and I really feel fine now, so why not do it?" The woman asked and waited for a moment as he seemed to think for a while before lifting himself off the pillow and sitting up in front of her. "It's not that I don't want it, I'm just worried that I might hurt you if you're not fully healthy" He confessed, stroking her damaged arm as he spoke. "That's not what you said when we first met" Vesper said with a grin and he shook his head in embarrassment, rubbing his temples at the memories of their meeting. He was an arrogant fighter, seeking to challenge anybody who seemed worthy and he just happened to encounter the girl who was well known for her outstanding performance in illegal fights.

Little did he know that she just barely escaped with her life from the Black Dragon and was covered in wounds and bruises. Despite that, he still challenged her and even mocked her as she refused at first but eventually agreed to battle him. She obviously lost, still weak from her breakout but he couldn't care less at that time. "I know, but I was selfish and thought that nothing bad could even happen to me before I've lost my sight. I can't afford to lose you as well" Kenshi said. "I understand" She murmured and pretended to feel sad for him to maybe change his mind.

He couldn't stand being around her when she was unhappy and decided to give in, even if in the back of his head he suspected that she wasn't really upset. "Fine, just tell me when you're feeling any type of pain, okay?" The man sighed in resignation but smiled as she immediately looked up at him with sparks in her eyes. "My charm does work after all" Vesper laughed and pressed her lips against his in a heated yet quick kiss while circling her arms around his neck. "You're mine now" She whispered possessively in his ear and started to leave open mouth kisses on his neck, enjoying the small noises and gasps coming out of him

She was still careful to avoid the burn marks that he got in the battle even if they healed a long time ago. Kenshi took a hold of her hips and settled her closer to him, feeling her body warmth radiating on his own. It was intoxicating and he loved it as he ran his fingers across her sides, occasionally gripping them harder as she bit him. Her sharp canines occasionally nibbled on his skin, feeling the heartbeat pulsating in his arteries. The woman knew that with the jaw strength greatly outgrowing the one of a human, she could rip his flesh apart without any effort and end his life within seconds.

Her excitement only grew when she had to resist the carnivorous urge to sink her fangs into him. And he's the one worried that he could hurt her, she thought with menace. Kenshi moved away from her and tugged at her shirt in a silence request to take it off. She obliged without a second thought and lifted her arms up for him to do his thing, before taking his own as well. "I could stare at that all day" Vesper commented, eyeing his exposed body and biting her lip. As expected, he was well built with each muscle begging to get marked by her. "Can't really say that for myself" He joked, pointing at the bandana covering his eyes.

"You don't have to, feel free to touch me whenever you want if that will help you visualize me" The woman said with a smirk and guided his hands to her neck, letting him feel the texture of her skin. It wasn't soft but rough, dried by the constant exposure to the hot wind and scorching sun throughout the years. From what he remembered when he was still able to see, she had black symbols that looked like tattoos on most parts of her neck and shoulders and he ran his fingers through them. Vesper told him that they were a type of seal that kept her looking like a human and prevented others from exposing her true form.

They emitted a weird aura, strong enough for him to tell whether he was touching them or not. He heard her gasp, as his hand ran down her neckline but stopped as the piece of fabric covering her chest stood in his way. He moved his arms behind her back and unclasped her bra, throwing it on the flood. Before the woman could say anything perverted at his action, the man pushed her on the mattress and settled himself on top of her. "Hah, think you can tame a demon?" She snickered, lifting herself on her elbows. "We will find out, won't we?" Kenshi answered and leaned in to give her the same treatment he got a while ago and began sucking hickeys on her neck while his fingers roamed over her heated skin.

He made sure to map every single little scar that bared her skin, traveling his hands up her exposed breasts. Vesper let out a moan when he pinched one of her nipples, experimentally twisting them between his fingertips to listen to her reaction. Each small gasp that left her mouth went right into his hardening shaft that rubbed uncomfortably against her clothed sex as he worked on her. She had noticed it too and thrusted her hips upwards, earning a surprised groan out of him. "Someone seems more excited than they said" The woman teased.

"And someone should speak for herself" He retaliated back and silenced her by putting more force on her sensitive flesh, rubbing it just the right way for her to lose her mind. Kenshi felt her legs lock themselves around his waist and pressed him closer to her, making it harder for him to focus on working on her while he was just centimeters away from her covered entrance. Screw that, he thought to himself after a while and straightened his back, leaving her on the bed panting for air. Vesper was prepared enough. His hands moved to his pants and he took them off of himself while the girl watched with a smile slowly growing on her face at the little performance.

"Now, that's a meal I wouldn't mind digging into right away" She commented, her eyes glistening at the sight of the man's throbbing erection just begging to wreck her insides. "Oh, shut up" He growled in embarrassment, fed up with her specific way of talking and helped her take the rest of her wardrobe off of her. She did feel a bit awkward with her body fully exposed at his mercy but the uncomfortable feeling quickly rushed away when he spread her legs open with his hand, the sensation of lust quickly returning back. The woman bit her lip as he teased her entrance with the tip of his manhood, making her even wetter than she already was.

Kenshi enjoyed the state he brought her to, her breathing growing rapid with each passing second of this torture as the muscles underneath her skin trembled in his touch as he firmly hold her thigh. He let himself wait for the pressure to become unbearable, enjoying the building up feeling till he wouldn't take it anymore. "Fuck me, please" Vesper whined, taking a grip on his shoulder to get his attention. She would never beg him for anything so it only showed how much power he had over her just with his light ministrations. "Very well" He answered, barely able to contain himself as well and pushed himself inside her and let out a shaky groan as her walls hugged him tightly.

The demon cursed out at the feeling of his flesh tearing itself through her insides and forcing her body to adjust to him. Her hand clawed at the sheets beneath her body as she shut her eyes, enjoying the mix of pleasure and pain while her partner waited for her to get used to him. Despite the small discomfort, she won't wait for it to disappear, she wanted to claim the price for all the suffering she had to endure and finally have him. Moreover, the pain felt great, as long as she experienced it, it was a sign that she was alive. She rubbed her fingers against the nape of his neck, signalizing in a silent motion that she was ready and he nodded, slowly rocking his hips against her.

He felt just as good as she expected when she daydreamed about their sacret encounter, sick in her bed that was not moving in sync with the boy's thrusts. Her clouded eyes kept drifting over his body, from the sight of his abdomen muscles contrasting each time he pushed himself further against her, to his face, trying to take in all the emotions he felt. A smile crept on her lips and she lifted herself up to hungrily kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. His taste felt intoxicating, only increasing her animalistic need for him as she forced his lips to part and explore his wet cavern with her forked tongue.

She left him little to no air to breathe, too occupied with the ecstasy ripping through her system each time he slammed his shaft into her. Her fingers ran through his short dark hair and tugged on the roots as she occasionally moaned in his mouth. They stopped at the fabric wrapped around his head and covering his eyes so she went out of her way to take it off. However, before she could do that, Kenshi took a hold of her wrist to stop her. "I don't think that's the best idea. They're covered for a reason" He breathed out with a grimace on his face.

"I've seen worse, besides, you don't have eyes and I don't have a hand. It almost feels like we've been built for each other" She answered sarcastically, causing him to giggle and let her slip the bandana off of him. She let her fingertips trail over the scars covering his eyelids and trace the damaged skin while she pressed little kisses on the side of his face. The demon cherished him like a treasure that could disappear at any moment so she held him even closer as if to make sure that he wouldn't leave. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me" He said in a heated whisper while his hips frantically thrusted against her.

She couldn't help but stare at him in disbelief as she'd never heard anybody say this to her before. In the past, she was the opposite of his words, taking away other people's lives and only causing pain. She grew up to believe that she could do no good, let alone make someone truly happy. The boy was slowly changing her, making her feel emotions that she thought were long gone. Now, she wasn't just fucking him for the pleasure, she really felt like she was making love to a person who cared for her and wanted to protect her. Each caress against her skin, each kiss and word of affection created a warm feeling in her chest that made her feel emotional to the point where she might start crying in a second.

Vesper could sense her eyes starting to swell and tears forming in their corners so she blinked a few times, trying to get rid of them and not look weak in front of her partner. Instead, she attempted to focus on the buzzing euphoria in her system each time her insides were penetrated by the man's member. By this time, he was sliding in and out of her with no effort, only adding to the approaching climax both of them awaited. Her body felt as if it was set on fire, not knowing if it was because of his continuous thrusts or the fever but she couldn't care at that moment.

Her fingers clawed at his back as he sucked her neck, feeling his muscles tense underneath his skin. Eventually, the demon couldn't take it anymore and reached her finish, instinctively biting hard on his shoulder to the point where her fangs drew blood but damn, it felt satisfying. Kenshi growled in pain but didn't scold her, too busy chasing his own release and drunk with the feeling of her walls tightly hugging him. It didn't take long for him to end either and he swiftly pulled out of her before painting her stomach with his fluid, trying to catch his breath as he hovered over her.

"Shit, that was not bad" Vesper commented after a while and the man smiled and laid himself on the mattress next to her. "If this will keep you in bed and rest now, then I'm glad that I helped" He said and started playing with her long hair, lazily twirling them between his digits. "No way I'm getting out of here till morning, you as well" She smirked and wrapped her arms and legs around his body and pressed her face to his chest, ready to resist if he showed any signs of protest. "Dinner won't make itself, honey" The boy sighed but couldn't bring himself to push her off of him, not just because he felt tired but also because everything felt so peaceful at the moment.

He was still coming down from his high and having her so close to him felt too soothing to let go. Nothing bad would happen if he stayed like this for a few more minutes. Vesper didn't say anything snarky anymore and just listened to his calming heartbeat while her finger traced the bite mark on his shoulder, smearing the blood over his skin before taking it in her mouth. It tasted different than usual blood, sweeter to be exact. She did feel sorry for hurting him but she didn't regret biting him. At least everyone will know who he belonged to now.

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vee-vee-writes · 2 years ago

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They are forbidden in the room (shelves with wine, food😁) where there is little light + the room is cold (Beorn, Legolas, Fili, Kili, Tauriel)

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I hope you finally get to enjoy this :) Beorn's blurb is a bit smaller than the others just because I have never written for him before but I hope you like it none the less.

Tauriel

The room was off limits to all but the King but when she had seen the door open Tauriel knew that she had to investigate

She told herself that it was to make sure that all was well with the royals she was sworn to protect but in truth she knew this was a lie

Every elf in the kingdom was curious as to what the King kept behind lock and key

She had thought that perhaps it was a private store of fine wine, his private thoughts, or jewels of great value

What she had not expected was to have come across a shrine to the late Queen of Mirkwood

While there were some Elven delicacies (fine wine and long-lasting foods) littering the shelves around the room, a statute of the lady stood proud in the middle of the room and Tauriel moved closer to take in more of the Queen's face when suddenly the door slammed behind her, snuffing out almost all light

Panicked Tauriel rushed back towards the door, only for the knob to be stuck in place locked

Taking a deep breath Tauriel stepped back to collect herself

She would have to find another way out in the dark

The last thing she wanted was for the King to catch her in here

While Thranduil was typically reasonable, the entirety of the Elven race knew to avoid bringing up his wife around the Elf

However, after hours of searching in the dark she had yet to find a way out

Cold and hungry Tauriel tried not to think of the fineries within feet of her

She was sure that Thranduil would have accounted for anything to be found in the room

Yet within the next hour her stomach had trumped her logic and she found herself scoffing herself with scrumptious bread and guzzling wine as though she would not see the morrow

As she revealed in the warmth spreading within her full belly as the wine began to take effect, she heard a cough interrupt her

Eyes snapping up to the door she found a bemused Legolas perched in the doorway

"Come on then before my father finds you" Legolas mused nodding towards the door.

Fili

Fili was cursing Kili as he found himself trapped in the room - it was cold, dank, and the young prince could hardly see his hand in front of his own face

Convinced that his brother needed a break, Kili had led Fili to the room to show him something then promptly shoved him in and locked the door behind him

Hesitantly walking forward, Fili used his hands to guide himself to a table amid the darkness- looking for anything he could use to escape

Instead, the Prince found a flint and steel and further along an oil lamp which he promptly lit

Now that the room was more illuminated, Fili could see the barrel of ale and feast laid out

While he was still frustrated with his brother, Fili felt his spirits lighten significantly

It had been a while since the darrow had a good drink

So, he served himself, drinking mug upon mug of ale - using the cold as reason for his excessive drinking

Half a barrel in Fili began to panic

Undoubtedly by now Thorin would be looking for him and the last thing he needed was a lecture from his uncle about drunkenness and the responsibilities of an heir

In a bid to somewhat sober himself up he began to scoff handfuls and handfuls of food down his gullet

Surely that would help to absorb some of the alcohol in his system, but he knew his uncle was no fool, he would smell the ale on him

Pacing back and forward Fili began to argue with himself as he reasoned through what would be the best explanation to give Thorin

His thoughts were interrupted by the cackling of his younger brother, "I thought you'd tuck into everything, but I didn't expect you to take it to this extent Fi."

Through the light of the doorway Fili could see the true extent of the mess he had made in his panic

Flushing with embarrassment he grumbled crankily at Kili to help him back to his chambers without Thorin seeing the two of them

Legolas

Rohan was very different from what the Elven Prince had expected

He knew humans tended to be obnoxious, especially after a victory, but he had underestimated the extent

Escaping their madness he wandered the halls of the Kingdom looking for the kitchens

Instead he came across a door with a sign forbidding entry to anyone except for the royal family and their direct servants

Pushing it open Legolas stepped in only for the door to latch closed behind him

Shoving against it with his inhuman strength did little to budge it and he began to make peace with the fact he was stuck until someone came to let him out

He used his elven eyes to adjust to the darkness, scanning his surroundings

A storeroom

Shelves lined with wrapped cakes, breads, and fresh fruits sat neatly on the hanging shelves with the barrels of wine and ale perched beneath them

While he typically wouldn't help himself to someone else's property, Legolas smiled at the thought of having a quiet feast by himself

So he pulled up and empty barrel to perch himself on and loaded up an empty serving dish with delicacies

Finally he poured himself a goblet of wine, inhaling the aroma and guessing at where the wine had originated from

It certainly didn't smell as sweet as Woodland wine but he couldn't rule out that it hadn't come from the likes of Imladris

Settling down Legolas filled himself on his "borrowed" goods, humming to himself in enjoyment as he supped

Eventually, he found a corner to curl up in, drifting off on a full belly in a locked room certainly wasn't the worst situation he had been in

Beorn

The shapeshifter cursed himself at his foolishness, how could he have locked himself in his own storeroom

Contemplating on whether he should smash the door down, he angrily decided not too

He knew that he would only have to fix it the next day and there was a chance that his animals would make themselves at home in there in the meantime

The hobbit and the wizard were due to visit him any day now on their way to visit Erebor, he could stick it out until they made their appearance

Aratar knows that he certainly had plenty of food and wine to keep him well for more than a few days

So, Beorn made himself comfortable, pulling straw and old flour sacks from the corner to shape into a makeshift bed

After he was done, he helped himself to some of the goat’s cheese he had freshly made and wrapped

It was the first time he had attempted to make such a thing, so he deserved to sample it and see how it had turned out

After a few pieces Beorn decided it was good but needed something else with it, a glass of wine maybe?

Bending under the tap of a wine barrel he let the wine flow into his mouth before trying another piece of cheese

It tasted much better this time around and he silently praised himself with a grin

Perhaps waiting in the storeroom for a few days wouldn't be so bad.

Kili

Thorin had strictly forbidden Kili from the storeroom after the incident with Fi

It had only made him more rebellious so when Thorin and Fili were stuck in a small council meeting he had snuck down

What he had not expected was for the door to lock behind him, trapping him inside

"You want to do the opposite of what your uncle says then you can stay the night in there" his mother’s voice called out from the other side of the door.

"Amad please! Let me out, I won't do it again!" Kili pleaded.

Dis said nothing but Kili heard her footsteps fade as she got further away.

The cupboard was cold

He supposed a storeroom was supposed to be so that the food wouldn't go off, but he still cursed bitterly at the cold

Until of course an idea popped into his head

Storerooms typically contained ale

Scrambling around in the dark Kili felt around for any sign of wine barrels

After several minutes of stumbling around in the dark he came across a barrel

Empty

Moving on he found several more empty barrels until he came across a full one

Rebelliously he thought if he was going to be stuck in here for an entire night he may as well enjoy his time

Tilting the barrel to rest against the wall he lay on the floor beneath the tap and lesisurely let the liquid flow down into his mouth as he pleased

While it probably wasn't his smartest idea to get himself locked in the storeroom and the impending lecture from Thorin loomed, Kili was certainly enjoying his time for the moment

After half an hour the young dwarf found that he had drained the first and moved on to his second

But the second he lay back on the ground to resume his drinking after propping the next barrel up he conked out, loud drunken snores escaping his parted lips, drool pooling on the stone floor beneath him

He certainly was a sight to behold when Dis led her brother down to the room to catch his nephew defying his command

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galacticwildfire · 1 year ago

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Fire Meet Gasoline | Poe Dameron

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Poe Dameron x Solo Original Character

Hope Solo’s haunted by the night the temple burned. Having gone rogue she hunts the First Order in search of answers until a fateful encounter with Poe Dameron brings her back to the Resistance and Leia puts her daughter under his command to find Luke Skywalker.

Word count: 8.8k

Tags/warnings: poe pov, threepio trying to parent, leia going for round two, poe sitting back and realising what he's getting himself into, snap being a wingman for both of them with non homicidal big brother vibes, mentions of setting people on fire, oc is delusional with anger issues, mild brat taming, mentions of lightsaber wounds and blood, a little flirting towards the end, the beginning of the on/off between them.

All my stories are written for adults with adult themes, I use appropriate tags but read at your discretion.

A/N: so i've got about five chapters of the prequel up on ao3, it isn't a romantic or ship story so it won't get any attention here but if you're interested I have it linked on my masterlist.

Hope

It's late when I find myself still walking around base looking for R2. For a droid who refuses to let me out of his sight he's quite happy to disappear now, maybe we've been a little at odds due to my career choices these past months, so I know this is a form of payback. Droids are programmed for loyalty but I dare say Luke altered some of that programming when he made R2 my official guardian on Naboo, to pull me into line and report back instead of blindly facilitating my poor choices.

If R2 is one thing, he is a droid who does not forgive or forget, and as it turns out he remembers Hondo Ohnaka and Boba Fett quite well and has quite explicitly told me off time and time again for working for them with very colourful language. I'm still convinced Luke altered his programming and I'd try to rewire it but it just feels wrong to do that to R2. To me he's more of a sentient being than most lifeforms and I'm not going to pick his wires apart just so he's easier to get on with.

He is my best friend after all.

I want to take off, to go somewhere to clear my head. Like Snap said, leaving and not coming back might be a bit excessive, but I need more time to wrap my head around the fact I'm no longer a captain and am likely going to be on permanent probation. Maybe I'll check in with my contacts to see if they've got any leads on the Irving Boys and where the Falcon could be, give it one last shot before facing the music, but I hate going anywhere without R2, and that's where Korrie finds me, in the hanger still looking for him.

"You're back," she says, not quite pleased but not as panicked as Brance. Although I can't truly blame her, she was one of the few who'd tried to help me and I'd shut her out. One of the only friends I had on Hosnian Prime as a teenager since she'd interned for Mom, just another one I cut out without any real reason to other than the fact I can't stand seeing someone look at me with pity, or something worse.

"Yeah," I say, managing a smile. "I um- I took a sabbatical."

"Sure," she says but she's too close to my Mom to believe that, everyone above a certain level of command knows just why I left even if it seems the rest of base believes I just conveniently went back to university. "The General is asking to see you in her office."

"Again?" I ask and she nods as I try to find a way out of it. "Tell her-"

"Tell her yourself," she says curtly and leaves me there before I can argue.

I purposefully take the long way to her office and this time Threepio is waiting for me by the door.

"Miss Hope, I am glad to see you."

"You too Threepio," I assure him but he stops me before I can go in.

"Now please, do mind your manners this time," he lectures. "I'd overheard your previous conversation and I am quite disappointed in you."

I look at the protocol droid in disbelief. "Really?"

"Yes, and I do not appreciate your sarcasm," he says pointedly as I raise my eyebrows at him. "A little courtesy goes a long way."

He catches my glare before I walk in only to be hit by a wave of betrayal when I open the door to find R2 there with Mom, but it's when I see the commander sitting across from her I become alarmed, wondering if this is about appropriate conduct. Although that should be the least of her worries.

"You asked to see me?"

"I have," she says and I see the recording on her desk of the Cato Nemoidia heist I pulled off and look at R2, realising he went behind my back to tell her just what I've been doing in the Outer Rims and know I should have seen it coming. He'd all but warned me he'd override my ship's controls to bring me home so this isn't a far stretch.

"Traitor."

He tells me it's what I get for ignoring him and Mom agrees. "Care to explain yourself?"

"Haven't we been over this already?"

"Yes but I'm hoping this time you can be rational," she states and I choose deflection.

"Just out of curiosity," I begin, wanting to know just what I'd be admitting to, although still confused as to why the commander's here if I'm being interrogated over my other exploits. "How much did R2 tell you?"

She purses her lips and says "I dare say he's only scraped the surface, but along with Threepio's intelligence let's start with you not just hunting the First Order for sport and acting as a mercenary for hire amongst several other chargeable offences, but pulling off highly illegal heists on planets where they give you the death sentence for it."

"Well you'll be glad to know that's the worst of it," I smile nervously, for some reason looking at the commander for some type of support right now and find him giving a painful nod of reassurance. "Don't worry I made sure I can't be charged for it, loopholes remember?"

"Mmhmm," she hums doubtfully but changes the subject. "Hope, I believe you've made yourself familiar with Commander Dameron."

I manage to keep a straight face, barely even shrugging in acknowledgement. "I'd say acquainted rather than familiar."

"Acquainted," he agrees and I nod along, trying not to look at his face because the first time left me feeling foolish enough and the last thing I want is for Mom to think I have any sort of attraction to him when I should want to hate his guts for thinking he could beat me in an x-wing but unfortunately his face makes that complicated.

And besides, he's the one that was blatantly flirting, not the other way around, but the way Mom raises her eyebrow tells me she might be slightly more in tune with the force than I thought to see through my bullshit, or worse she listened to his flight recording. Oh maker I hope she didn't because then he wouldn't be the only one mortified.

"Acquainted, alright," she says going with it. "Well I plan for the two of you to become familiar."

Oh no, that would make things even more unnecessarily complicated.

"Actually I was just about to leave, come on R2," I say as I get up from my chair and look at R2 but he remains firmly in place. "R2." He doesn't move and I look at Mom. "The hell did you do to my droid?"

"R2 was mine long before yours, and he's always been a very independent and stubborn droid who has no intention of watching a third generation of our family lose their way," she says and I narrow my eyes at him. "And his loyalty inhibitor prioritises your safety and my commands above yours. If you've forgotten R2 was given to you so he could act as your guardian in mine and Luke's absence, not your partner in crime."

The betrayal stings.

"So you'll offer to set someone on fire for me and won't snitch but now you just hand me over?" I challenge and feel the Commander's head turn to me in alarm and Mom leans back in her chair with raised eyebrows and I quickly remember she didn't know about that incident. It had been an innocent enough night out until a group of thugs tried to take me as ransom to get money off of Dad. I might have stopped Ben from killing them but when I spotted them the next day I couldn't resist getting even. More than even.

"When was this?" she asks me and looks at R2 who now remains silent. "Hope Solo-"

"I was sixteen-"

"There isn't a statute of limitations on setting people on fire!"

"Actually there is on Theron and Dad was fine with it," I say and she just stares incredulously. "They were going to kidnap me, and we as a family agreed not to tell you."

"And as a family you mean-"

"Everyone except for you and Luke?" I say and try to laugh it off but her face is very serious. "R2 was my partner in crime, blame him." R2 beeps in offence so I shift the blame. "Dad was the one who told us to lie."

She puts her head in her hands, taking a moment to compose herself before remarking. "At this point it would be easier to try to list the offences you haven't committed than list those you have."

"That is true," I acknowledge. "But technically-"

"Sit back down," she says curtly and I do so without argument, biting my tongue. "I am going to forget what you just told me that for both of our sakes and get on with the reason I had you called in."

I glance at the Commander beside me who's confused as much as alarmed. I find momentary amusement in it before having to very quickly regulate my facial expression and look back at Mom.

"So if this is round two of interrogations why the company?" I ask and can see her shaking her head in regret. "Because I only nearly dragged him into an x-wing race, so technically no offence has been committed. Intention to commit perhaps, but nothing worthy of anything above a lecture."

Out of the corner of my eye I see him nodding to himself in agreement there, seeming slightly relieved but Mom definitely isn't.

"Every day I regret sending you to university and pushing you into a career that teaches you how to argue," she tells me and I'm tempted to remark I learned all about arguing from when her and Dad could still stand to live together but refrain due to the company. "You should count yourself very lucky that despite your ego and sarcasm you've inherited outstanding talents," she continues and I wait for it, but for once the compliment doesn't come with a dressing down. "I have a mission for the two of you."

"The two of us?" I question, knowing I only ever undertake missions alone and she nods but I'm hardly the one with leverage right now. "So the mission is an actual mission and wasn't just a ploy to make me come back?"

"At this point I'm wishing it was," she sighs and looks at the clock and back to me, and I nod in understanding to not be a smartass. "R2 has told me you've been going rogue in unidentifiable vessels to attack the First Order so you have deniability?"

"You already knew that but yes."

"And that you performed several heists and stole artifacts from Cato Nemoidia?"

The commander blinks in surprise beside me and I only feel proud as I correct. "Reclaimed Jedi artifacts, and without a hitch."

"Good," she says to me and now I'm the one blinking in surprise. "I have the perfect mission for you."

I look at the Commander but find he doesn't have much more context than I do and I ask her "Is this a trap?"

She reminds me just where I got my mouth from, and it wasn't my father. "So you can trust Boba Fett but not your own mother?"

I swear I hear the commander actually choke from beside me and R2 cackles as best a droid can. Feeling quite ganged up on I relent. "We could get into that again but I'd rather hear about the mission."

She actually seems pleasantly surprised. "Wise decision."

She places a holoprojector on the table and I see a politician I'm half familiar with, wondering if this is going to be some political mission and feel myself quickly losing interest.

"This is Senator Erudo Ro-Kiintor," Mom tells us. "The senior senator from Hevurion to the Republic."

I raise an unimpressed eyebrow and the Commander seems to share the same sentiment but most pilots aren't exactly fond of politicians.

"If you say so, General," he says and I steal a glance, wondering if I was mistaken in how stupidly attractive I found him, as if it could have been some moment of weakness, only to find I was definitely not mistaken and quickly pull my eyes away before Mom can accuse me of anything, looking very intently at the hologram instead of either of them.

But I get a little more excited when she changes the hologram to one of a ship. "This is the Hevurion Grace, Senator Ro-Kiintor's personal yacht," Mom says and it's what I'd expect, Poe nodding along as he takes it in.

"It's a Pinnacle-class luxury ship, made by Vekker Corp. I've seen Pinnacles once or twice before. They're exclusive ships, everything aboard handmade, or so Vekker advertises," he begins, his knowledge of a random model of ship he's probably never even touched before making me slightly jealous. "Only the very wealthy can afford them. They trade luxury for efficiency, practically hang an invitation off the hull for pirates saying money in here."

"Damn right they do," I smirk to myself and Mom just looks unimpressed at that knowing just who I've been associating with. "I had to make credits somehow."

"If I recall you're a princess," she begins to lecture. "A title that was handed to you with great consideration with the expectation you wouldn't throw your lot in with pirates."

Those words dig deep considering just how seriously I took that honour, another reminder of just how much everything has changed for the worse.

"Only Hondo and besides, he helped the rebellion," I try to reason. "And you married someone who worked for the Hutts but I don't see you glaring at him."

"Oh I would if I could," she assures me and I don't doubt that, but she doesn't stop there. "Because he'd be so proud to see that his daughter ended up taking after him more than anyone else in the family which is why you are sitting here." Something changes in her eyes, they feel more alive as she nods towards the ship. "Can you fly one?"

"Of course I can fly one what sort of question's that?" I ask and she poses the same question to the Commander who runs a hand through his hair.

"It's designed to be flown by a single pilot, though it crews better with two," he says and again I'm wondering how the hell he knows so much about luxury cruisers. "Not counting of course any servants the owner may want aboard."

She has a mischievous glint in her eye and I lean back in my chair, smirking as I realise "You hypocrite. You want me to steal it."

"I want the two of you to steal it," she clarifies and it seems I might not have made a mistake in coming back after all.

I look at the Commander and find him grinning. "Sure. Anything else you'd like while I'm at it? Maybe pick you up one of those new Nebulon-Ks?"

She laughs. "I'm not entirely convinced the Nebulon-Ks have solved their combustion-shielding problems."

The rapport between them has me tilting my head, Mom's never friendly with pilots, hell she's hardly friendly with command. So why the hell's she making jokes with a guy who looks like the type of pilot she'd hate?

But then again, she married my father after all.

Oh maker.

I look away, she wouldn't, but then again she married my father and kissed her own brother so I can't put anything past her. I mean he definitely would, he looks like walking sex and it took him all of a minute to try to talk me into a date, or more likely into bed. Oh for the love of the force this is not what I thought I'd come back to. This could be even worse than the thought of her and Luke.

"Are you quite right there Hope?" Mom asks with a peculiar look.

"Stellar," I say, for once wanting to get to business and refuse to look at either of them. If she wanted to find a new flyboy she could at least look for one that isn't her son's age, he'd have to be in his late twenties, a bit older than Ben but close enough. I'm old enough to know that guys who look like him are only after one thing, maybe temporarily I leaned that way too for a moment when we were in that hanger, but certainly not now. And as for Mom... I just want her to be happy but not like this.

If she wanted a new husband I'd be thrilled, honestly I'd be lying if I hadn't thought her and Lando could possibly give it a go, mostly because it would break Dad's heart like he broke ours, but also because it would mean I'd have some semblance of a stable family.

But this- oh no this is not something I'd approve of. Maker I hope I'm just grasping at straws here.

I notice the commander eyeing me cautiously at my sudden change in demeanour before asking Mom "So what's this about General?"

"We've suspected Senator Ro-Kiintor of colluding with the First Order for years. He's delayed or derailed motions covering everything from sanctions to increased support for the Republic Navy. He's taken numerous unscheduled and impromptu vacations to locations in the buffer region, in the neutral territories." None of this is news to me, it seems as if half the remaining Centrists are secretly First Order agents, but this is news to the Commander. "There've been sightings of the Hevurion Grace in First Order space. Large sums transferred to his accounts through shells and third-party corporations via the CSA. He's not only in with the First Order, but he's in deep. He may have access to the top, to General Hux. Perhaps to Snoke."

I lean forward, suddenly intrigued. "Really?"

She's apprehensive now and stresses "But we haven't been able to prove any of this. No hard evidence, just circumstantial. And we've tried, believe me. Twice in the last year Ematt's sent his agents aboard the Hevurion Grace after one of the senator's trips, trying to access the logs, the navicomputer, to prove where he's been. Each time the files had been purged prior to landing."

"You want us to kidnap a Republic senator?" Poe questions, not entirely opposed, and that might slightly redeem him in my eyes.

"I can do that," I say without hesitation.

She looks between us in alarm and points her finger at me specifically. "No, that's precisely what I don't want you to do. I want the ship, I want those logs, the navicomputer data, all of it, before anyone's had a chance to cover their tracks, you understand? But no loss of life." She shakes her finger at me again in warning and then points it at Poe. "Not even a bruise on the senator or any of the crew aboard if it can be possibly helped and especially no interrogations as it must be completely deniable." She looks back at me upon mentioning interrogations, her voice somehow turning even more serious. "Emphasis on no interrogations which means no force tricks either Hope, no threatening, no persuading, no questioning. Nothing. Do not even attempt to find a loophole in that either. You are not to even interact with anyone on board if you can help it." I raise my hands in my defence, deciding not to open my mouth and she goes on. "Ro-Kiintor is a traitor, I'm sure of it, but until we can prove it he remains a member of the Senate and the Resistance will honour that. We must honour that or we're no better than the First Order."

But I have to shake my head at that, knowing nothing is that simple, and make the mistake of opening my mouth. "If we aren't willing to get our hands dirty how do you expect to take down people who would destroy the entire galaxy without blinking an eye?"

"Considering you've been working for Vader's right hand man I don't want to hear a single word out of your mouth about morality," she says curtly and,clearly I'd underestimated the lasting impact Cloud City had on her. The Commander turns his head towards me but I don't dare look at his expression while Mom calms herself. "I'm going to assume your judgement's been clouded for you to make such a decision and trust it's cleared enough for you to partake in this mission without any complications.

"In all fairness what happened with Boba Fett was Dad's fault," I remind her, she was innocent in what occurred that day, but him not so much, and I want her to understand my reasoning. "He swindled a Hutt and paid the consequence, and besides, it's my understanding Boba Fett helped rescue a Jedi youngling after the war from Moff Gideon. Luke should have been able to tell you that considering he was the one who took the kid. And as for being Vader's right hand man, has it occurred to you that one of the reasons I did work for him was for information, to make sure Vader didn't I don't know.... leave any apprentices that could rise up to lead a new empire?"

Now I have her attention and she gives me the chance to elaborate. "And?"

"He had none," I reveal to her, both of us having operated under the assumption he'd been trained by Vader or Palpatine. "Whatever Snoke is, he wasn't Vader's apprentice and no one knows anything about what he is or where he came from."

I feel the Commander's confusion and Mom explains. "This information is mostly unknown due to a lack of understanding around the matter, but Snoke is a force user like the Emperor was. One of the questions we had been working on answering is what type of force user he is and who trained him."

I expect the Commander to be completely clueless about the force and its lore like most of the galaxy, but he surprises me. "So he's a Sith then like the Emperor was?"

"No, the Sith followed a strict rule of two, a master and an apprentice, although during the Clone Wars they saw that as flexible. It's how they survived all this time until Palpatine, and if he wasn't trained by either then he can't be a Sith. He uses the darkside of the force but doesn't adhere to the Sith doctrine," I explain, still unable to figure it out. "He's something else and I want to find out what."

"Which we can begin to learn through the data on that computer and not interrogating a senator who would have no personal knowledge of anything you want to know," she argues with me, driving in the point she made about my last mission. "Which is why considering your recent experiences of pulling off heists I believed you would be a valuable asset to this mission, but if you are going to prove otherwise-"

"No, you won't have any trouble from me," I quickly say and she nods her head. I came here wanting to prove myself, and I have to put my own bullshit aside for long enough to do that. Especially if it means getting my hands on intelligence. "So, what's the plan?"

Poe's face draws together in concentration as he theorises. "If they're purging the data they're almost certainly doing so within minutes of coming out of hyperspace."

Mom agrees. "That's Ematt's thinking, as well."

"It's a very tight window in which to take the ship," he says, immediately jumping into an action plan. "And it'll have to be done in space, it can't wait until the senator's landed."

I look at him, surprised by his tactical thinking and quick responses. Maybe he was made a commander for something other than a pretty face after all.

"Which is where Hope comes in," Mom says to him. "If she can break into Cato Nemoidia undetected to steal Jedi artifacts I have every confidence she can steal a ship, according to R2 she's become quite experienced in that as well. She has a very specific skill set and whilst I am confident she could pull this off the matter in which she would pull this off is what concerns me. Considering she has no regard for her own personal safety I know she won't refuse this mission, but you can."

I scoff at her talking to him like I don't exist. "I'm right here."

Poe just looks confused. "Why would I refuse?"

"I'm aware of exactly how difficult this mission will be. Which is why I'm giving you the option of saying no, Commander. I have to stress this, Poe." Mom reaches out and squeezes his hand right in front of me and it's all I can do not to gape at them. "This is not an order. It could go very, very wrong, and if it does the Resistance would have to deny any involvement. You and anyone you took with you to do this would be on your own. You'll have Hope there and she has a knack for beating the odds but any reinforcements would be at risk."

I take the opportunity to jump in and finally turn to address the Commander personally, unable to help but feel slightly smug. "I can handle it alone since this isn't exactly your line of work."

But he doesn't back down, only seeming more sure of it as he fires back. "Don't be so sure."

"As Commander Dameron said, it crews better with two," Mom points out and I narrow my eyes at him before turning my head back to her.

"So does the Falcon but I've flown it myself all the same," I remind her and get to the point. "You know I wouldn't have a single issue flying this thing or getting what you need so what's your concern?"

"You. You're my concern."

"So that's it?" I laugh bitterly. "Your new favourite flyboy's my babysitter?"

He scoffs under his breath while she just shakes her head at me.

"Hope, you're twenty could you please attempt to act like it," she scolds and lectures. "If you want to have your rank restored you're going to need to prove yourself and have recommendations."

"I'm a captain-"

"You were a captain, and if you want to be one again you can earn it back," she says and I press my lips together, shaking my head as I struggle to keep my mouth shut with the anger that rises in me. "As of right now you are an agent of the Resistance that has no rank within our navy or army. If you want that to change you will do as told without the sarcasm and follow Commander Dameron's orders as he will be taking the lead on this mission if he will accept it and have you part of it."

I hold her eye but she doesn't back down and I'm the first to cave. He looks at me now in hesitation, my expression very clearly telling just how I feel as I find a spot on the wall to focus on so I don't have to look at either of them, as I brutally beat back whatever hurt tries to overwhelm me, and hear him say "We're um- we're going to need a few things."

"Alright then," she says, the decision being made since she's right in knowing I won't turn down the mission when I have a personal incentive to get that intelligence. "You'll both be transferred to the Echo of Hope to prepare for the mission. Due to the need to have deniability you will not be able to make use of your x-wings but I'm sure the two of you can figure that out and acquire whatever you may need."

"Yes General," we both say automatically, telling myself the information I can get from that ship is more valuable than anything else. If it can lead me to Snoke there's no question about it.

"I've sent the information we have to your datapads for you to review and strategise," she says and she knows by my silence I'm utterly pissed at being degraded like this in front of someone who's been here for five minutes and has more of her trust than I'll ever hold again it seems. I look between them, wanting to believe there's something wrong going on here, something to explain it, some sick favouritism or something more scandalous but no, she wouldn't go that far with someone under her command and finally I see it for what it is.

He's not a substitute husband, no, he's a substitute son.

And somehow that only makes it worse.

It makes it worse because if she'd given Ben a fraction of the care and warmth she's given him in the past five minutes we wouldn't be in this position and so I leave without being dismissed before I can open my mouth and ruin my chances of getting the intelligence I need to find my brother.

If Mom doesn't have any faith in me he will, and I know he's the only person in the galaxy who'll put me above anything else. If I can get him onside then we can damn the Resistance and the First Order to hell and destroy Snoke in our own way without being held back.

I am getting that intelligence if it's the last thing I do.

Poe

I don't know what I said or did, but Hope Solo does not like me.

And I can't help but return the feeling.

"It was really that bad huh?" Snap says as we sit in the mess hall well past dinner that night talking.

"I don't know what her problem is but she wouldn't look at me or Leia and then just walked out as we began to prepare for the mission," I vent to him, knowing I can't tell him the details of the assignment but I've got to get the rest off my chest. "Everything was just electric, sparks everywhere, right up until the moment she walked into that office and then it was like she was a completely different person."

"She's temperamental," he acknowledges, not wanting to talk bad about her and neither do I but I just can't understand her.

"It's just the way she spoke to Leia," I continue, her being pissed at an absent father I can get but not that. I couldn't ever imagine speaking to my mom like that if I was lucky enough to still have her around. "It's not just disrespecting your general, but your mom, I just can't come at that."

"Those two fight but look, she isn't as awful as she makes herself out to be," Snap sighs and actually takes her side. "I remember the very first Resistance meeting where she dragged her whiney ass big brother in there and chewed him out for talking bad about Leia. I learned real quick that day that the thing about Solo's is they'll fight like hell with each other but if someone comes for them you'll never see anyone switch up as fast. It's- it's just their way of communicating because trust me, I've seen Leia give it to her as well."

I can't deny that, a couple of things Leia said had me raising my eyebrows, mostly provoked to be fair but still I'd never seen her be so harsh before. From the sound of it a lot of the scolding was justified but still I couldn't help but feel bad for her until she decided to be pissed at me along with Leia for reasons I still can't understand since I only said about one sentence to her.

But not wanting to admit it I shrug him off. "Still."

He leans closer and lowers his voice "Just give her a chance alright, because your first impression of her was the right one. Yeah she's difficult and her and Leia can tear each other to shreds but she isn't the way she is without reason."

"Like what?" I find myself asking, I've seen the holonews, I've heard the rumours, but I don't know how much of what is actually true, and considering I'm going to be depending on her in a life or death situation I need to know who I'm working with.

He debates his words. "You know the General had a son right?"

"Yeah, of course," I say quietly, no one on base has ever dared even mention him until now. I've definitely never ever dared to venture there in all my conversations with Leia, not even when that grief she carries has left me up at night worrying. "He was killed when the temple was destroyed."

"I met him once, the splitting image of Han and Leia. He was a proper Jedi, Hope bounced around but he was fully devoted to it. Everyone says she was Luke's last apprentice but she wasn't, she was her brother's apprentice," Snap tells me and I feel uneasy. "I watched the two of them fighting like nothing else, like brothers and sisters do, but you could see how close they were. She- she was a real different person back then. One minute she's bright eyed and greeting everyone with a smile and then weeks later she ends up in hospital with lightsaber burns."

"Lightsaber burns?" I repeat and his face is grave.

"I know you've heard what people say about the supposed heir of Vader miraculously surviving the destruction of the Jedi Order?" he says, rumours I've tried not to listen to but I can't deny having heard them. "Look, if the General or anyone heard me say this I'd be dead but I was stationed on Hosnian Prime when they brought her in. They took her to the hanger where we were operating out of so the media couldn't get any footage since they'd been hounding her and Leia. I saw Han when he walked out of the Falcon, I've known that man since I was sixteen years old but I'd never seen him like that. Whatever happened that night... she nearly died, they said she was hospitalised for smoke inhalation but I got a glimpse of her when the Falcon landed in the hanger and they called in emergency services."

He pauses, knowing he shouldn't be saying anything but shakes his head and goes on.

"The side of her head was covered in dried blood and she was covered in that much ash she looked like the temple had been dropped on her, but it was the lightsaber burns they made sure the media never got wind of," he says quietly, a pained expression on his face. "One along her leg and the other on her arm, I'd thought she was dead when Chewbacca carried her out of there. Whatever happened that night wasn't an accident, but despite what people like to guess she wasn't the one who burned the temple down, she was just the one who was left for dead."

I'm at a complete loss for words now. "I-"

"She was seventeen when it happened," he says and I lower my eyes. "Han left a few months later. Leia coped by throwing herself into building this, Hope coped by taking out that grief on the First Order. Leia's done all this before so she knows it's important to build up our fleet before even thinking about engaging, but Hope wants action and immediate results. Those two weren't always at each other's throats, just look at the holonews if you want to see how protective she is of Leia."

I remember pieces from the initial media coverage, and know if L'ulo was on base he'd remind me of the fights I'd have with my dad because we were both grieving and had different ways of coping with it.

"Alright," I say, still struggling for words. "I'll um- I'll figure it out."

I go to leave, to get something started so I can get her input on it but Snap stops me. "Look if you go to see her don't give her any pity or say you feel sorry for her, just pretend like I haven't said anything." I nod in understanding but he goes on. "You want my advice for dealing with Hope Solo, or anyone from that family? To give as good as you get."

"I just saw her fighting with Leia, I don't think it's possible for me to give as good as she does," I remark but he doesn't look so sure.

"Give her the benefit of the doubt and be nice but if she's going to be under your command for whatever this mission is then you better learn to stand up to her otherwise she'll walk all over you," he advises, and considering she actually listens to him I don't argue back. It's not my style as a commander to be an asshole, because if I'm giving it back to her that's what I'm going to end up sounding like, but a good commander has to be adaptable. "She won't respect you unless you give as good as you get."

I take those words literally as I go to see her.

Hope

There's a knock at my door that I ignore as I unpack the things I'd packed, not knowing if I'm coming or going but knowing I'll need to bring some things at least with me. Still debating if I should go after that ship myself before anyone even knows where I've gone.

"I don't like this one bit R2," I tell him. "I was a captain, I performed countless missions and now some flyboy who's been here five minutes isn't just Mom's new favourite but he's giving me orders and I do not like this at all and I do not like him."

R2 beeps a smartass remark about that and I realise even if Mom hasn't picked up on my attraction R2 certainly has.

"R2," I warn but the knocking at my door persists and in my annoyance I open it to tell off whoever it is, half expecting a lecture from Threepio, but when I see the Commander my voice is sharper than I anticipated. "What?"

He's mildly alarmed at the sight of me, as if whatever resolve that brought him here quickly slips. "Bad time?"

"Yes," I state plainly and go to press the door switch but he has the guts to reach for my hand to stop me, the sudden touch jarring enough that I actually do stop.

"Look," he begins and stammers over what to call me. "Hope or Princess whatever you want me to call you?"

I pull my hand away, my voice firm. "Solo."

He nods, content with that. "Solo. I know you aren't happy about this-"

"So you can use your head then after all?"

His expression quickly turns to one of exasperation, but he knows it's not unfounded. "I might have gotten a bit carried away."

"Might have?" I question and can't help but snipe "Didn't seem to mind until you realised with who."

He knows I have him there. "In all fairness, you don't exactly give off the impression you'd expect from a princess."

I just scoff at that. "Because I'm not one." He just looks confused at that and I state plainly. "It's another rank she gave me which she remarkably hasn't stripped away like the only one that actually mattered."

He tries to lighten the tension. "Well at least I know now you weren't kidding about insubordination."

"And now you get to be my commander for this mission, enjoy," I say, and see people walking past in the hallway giving strange looks. "So what do you want?"

"Look if you're gonna be mad at me for whatever then fine, nice to meet you too," he says shortly. "But I was going to talk to you about the mission."

I raise an eyebrow. "In my bedroom, in the middle of the night?"

"I- " he clamps his mouth shut before saying "Alright, my bad, but it's urgent."

I just shake my head at him. "How did you even find my room?"

"Mutual friends," he says and know the only one he could mean is Snap. "Look can I come in and talk or we can air this out in the hallway, your choice."

"Fine," I say and throw my hands up as I let him in, becoming slightly less hostile when I realise he's brought his droid with him for support. "What's so urgent?"

The door shuts and I sit down in my chair and kick my legs up on the desk, crossing my arms over my chest as I wait for him to talk.

He takes me in, the tension between us far different to how it was in the hanger, and I realise when the General's not around I'm not the only one with a smartass mouth.

"So it's gonna be like that then?"

"Yep," I say slowly as I hold his eye and he cocks his jaw before nodding to himself.

"You know you actually seemed to like me before that meeting."

"I did, and now I'm taking orders from you so how's that worked out?" I remark, knowing that's certainly a conflict of interest that neither of us are game enough to admit to my Mom. "You've got one minute before I kick you out."

"Alright princess," he says and I narrow my eyes at him as he stands over me, not that he's overly tall. "I don't know what your problem is, but I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and say you're just pissed off right now." I open my mouth but he cuts me off. "The reason this couldn't wait is because before we get transferred I need to give the general an action overview and wanted your input."

He surprises me enough that some of my apprehension eases and I can't help the disbelief that's clear in my voice. "My input?"

"You might be acting like a brat but I've seen enough to know that you're damn good in the field," he says and I blink in surprise as the insult and praise, respecting it enough to listen. "And whatever the hell you've been doing out there means this is your type of job, so." He leans forward over the desk, making it clear he's not going anywhere. "Hhow about you give me some input so we can work out an action plan together so we're on the same page and I can give it to the General with both our names on it."

I look at him in contemplation, holding his eye and still see that challenging glint in it from the hanger and find myself still forcing back a smile. "Alright hotshot, show me what you've got."

Now he's the one that's surprised but goes along with it and we end up cross legged on the floor going over the files we were sent and the schematics of the ship that's projected in holo form from my datapad.

"So, just to be clear," he begins and makes clear. "Absolutely no judgement on my part, but have you stolen a ship like this before?"

"Not the exact model but similar enough," I say, looking at the cross sections to pinpoint weak spots we could break through if we can't reach an entrance easily. "It's a luxury yacht, it's only going to be as difficult to hijack as we make it."

"Which is gonna be difficult regardless," he says and reminds me. "The issue is the time frame we're working with because if they call in reinforcements we're gonna be screwed. I've got some pilots in mind for an armed escort but if possible I'd prefer to not have to bring more people into this knowing the risks."

"Look this senator's a right prick," I tell Poe and he doesn't have any arguments with that. "I've met him and he's a Centrist which says enough but if he calls in reinforcements we need to be prepared for that to be in the form of the Republic or more likely hired security."

"The question is which would be better luck," he says although I'm not particularly worried about either. "Republic means a star system of trouble for the Resistance if we're identified, hired security means a skirmish."

"Look I wouldn't be too worried about getting identified," I tell him. "No one's gonna be shocked to see me committing piracy and I can always say I kidnapped you or something."

He stares at me in disbelief for a moment before asking "That's your plan?"

"It's a plan c for if the Republic shows up," I assure him. "So let's figure out how to avoid that."

"Here's what I've worked out," he says and lays it out for me. "We have to hit the ship the moment it comes out of hyperspace, and temporarily disable it by damaging the engines, get on board and then get the senator and anyone else on the ship into the escape pods and off the vessel."

"So no hostages?" I ask since Mom never clarified that and he considers it for a moment.

"No, no hostages," he confirms and I don't argue as he goes on. "We restart the engines and then get out of there with the ship, and we have to do it within eight minutes."

Now I grow hesitant. "Eight minutes being the Republic's response time?"

He nods in confirmation. "Correct."

I nod slowly and admit "It's a tight window, especially since it relies on how fast those engines and that hyperdrive recharges. I'm good with rigging hyperdrives but there's only so much I could do to make it charge faster in such a short window."

"That- I hadn't thought of that. Rigging the hyperdrive could really save us with the timeframe we have," he says taking my idea into consideration. "Are you familiar with the hyperdrive model?"

"It's class two, so it's right up my alley," I confirm, getting a little excited now. "If I get the right booster cables and bypass some other mechanics on it I should be able to rig it to charge faster but still I can't give an exact time frame as to how long that would be until we're on board and I can run the diagnostics."

He nods but asks "Won't that make it unstable?"

"No more unstable than what I grew up flying," I remark but he takes it on board. "And besides we only need to make one jump, I can keep it intact for that long."

"Alright, I'll take your word for it," he decides and reaffirms. "Eight minutes to get on board and recharge the engines before the Republic comes. It could take them longer but we need to be prepared for them to arrive in the minimum time frame."

I nod along but then wonder "But what if he doesn't call to the Republic for help? If he's carrying the information the General believes he is then he's going to have greater security than just relying on a distress signal to a naval base or even a private security escort." He listens as I tell him "Before you found me in the field I'd had a dozen tie's ambush me out of nowhere just because they'd identified my ship, not even knowing who was flying it. If he is carrying First Order intelligence and is compromised the First Order will try to reinforce but if they know the ship's been hijacked they're going to blow it up and take all of us with it."

He stills now, the thought of the First Order reinforcing before the Republic having not crossed his mind. "Which means this mission is a hell of a lot more dangerous than we gave it credit for."

"But it's not impossible," I say, determined to get whatever is on board. "We just have to be smart about this and have backup plans and improvise if needed.'

He studies me a little more closely now. "I'm going to go out on a whim and say most of your plans involve improvising?"

"Hey, I'm still alive aren't I?" I shrug and see a shadow of a smile on his face in the dim light.

"That's good, I like improvising," he says and now I'm the one trying to resist the same sort of smile. "If you can pull off a heist on Cato Nemoidia I don't doubt that you're more than capable of seeing this through."

I've been that used to having to go above and beyond for anyone to trust me, it's nice to have someone who does it without me having to fight for it. Although that says more about his character than mine.

"If this senator has information about where Snoke is then that is the most invaluable piece of intelligence we could get our hands on," I say and stress as I take in the ship. "It's not properly armoured, just an automatic set of laser cannons that would do nothing to protect it if we're ambushed, so we need to rely on getting out of there before that can happen."

He nods in agreement. "I like your thinking, I think you've accounted for any major variables that could go wrong. This is the one mission we can't fail."

"Trust me, this is personal, I'm not gonna fail it," I promise him, knowing if it comes between following orders and doing what I need to do to get the information I need the choice is clear. "So what are we gonna be flying if not x-wings?"

"That's what I was hoping you could help me with, we're gonna need ships that can't be traced back to the Resistance," he says. "I've got some favours I can call in but I thought you might have some better ones."

"I do, in fact a pirate owes me some credits and I can get the booster cables I need from him as well," I say knowing Hondo will help me out. "How many ships will we need?"

"One for each of us," he says to me. "I was considering bringing two pilots as an escort, they came with me to the Resistance so you wouldn't know them, but they're damn good at what they do."

Except I can sense his hesitation. "But you're worried they'll be collateral if it's the First Order who shows up."

He nods gravely and reveals "Yeah, I lost a man not that far back in the field and I'm not letting that happen again if I can help it."

I don't inquire or push, but I take note of that fact. "Alright then, so just us?" He nods again and I assure him "I can take care of ships no problem, but I suppose my N-1's out of the question?"

He shakes his head with a grin. "Now if you bring that we're definitely going to be in trouble, let's just say you'll be wanting ships we can ditch mid space."

"I can do that," I say, knowing Hondo has enough rust buckets that won't be missed. "Just don't tell the General where I'll be getting them from because she won't like it." I point a finger at R2. "That goes for you as well you little traitor."

"Now I gotta ask, I know you're a great pilot but do you have any formal military training outside of the Resistance?" he asks me and sees the look on my face upon realising he hasn't looked at my file. Although it's a safe bet that it's classified to anyone not in high command. "What?"

"I started in the Naboo Starfighter Corps in 23ABY."

He nods slowly before exclaiming "Wait I thought Leia said you were twenty? That would have made you-"

"Twelve," I smile to myself. "So I can assure you I'm quite well trained."

He just stares incredulously as he tries to understand that. "Wait- how the hell did they let a kid into their starfighter corps?"

"I made the argument that if twelve year olds could be queens then twelve year olds could also be pilots," I say and he can't argue with that assessment, once he gets past the disbelief he seems impressed.

"I gotta say," he begins and surprises me. "I'm looking forward to seeing you in the field Solo."

I study his face along with his force signature, almost hating the fact that despite my best efforts I can't truly find cause to dislike him, yet at least. He's effectively taken my role here in the Resistance and my mom's respect, and yet I only find frustration at the situation rather than with him.

"You've already seen me in the field, I'll be more interested to see if you can back up that ego you've got," I tease but he just gives a charming grin.

"Oh I can promise you, I won't disappoint."

I don't miss the look in his eye, one I'm not quite sure he even realises is there. I can't quite make sense of but it makes me feel things I definitely don't want to feel and while I'm not completely opposed this conversation has already gotten more personal than I'd like and the longer I hold his eye the warmer this room feels and so I quickly stand from the floor to put distance between us. "Well, if that will be all Commander."

A quick look at the clock on the wall tells me it's three a.m., but we've got the mission mapped out as well as possible for now at least. "I'll give this to the General and find you tomorrow to talk logistics."

I nod in approval and realise how well I've done at being able to look at his face without feeling anything, until now at least, but there's a warmth in his eyes I can't help but like. "Tomorrow then."

He nods back and finds his way out, leaving me in a state I can't quite pinpoint but R2 feels the need to tell me that I don't mind him that much after all.

And unfortunately he's right.

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Unspoken Wounds

Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows Summary: Jesper doesn't like silences, but sometimes it's easier to keep the words rattling around inside of his mind than to speak them out loud. Warnings: Self-esteem issues, self-hating thoughts, mental health issues, heavy angst, attempted isolation, and references to sex Word Count: 4,480 Ship(s): Jesper Fahey/Kaz Brekker/Inej Ghafa/Wylan Van Eck/Matthias Helvar/Nina Zenik

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A/N: Listen, I know that this one isn't as good as some of the others have been. I have a lot of feelings revolving around Jesper but his issues in this fic are so close to my own that I had a lot of trouble getting them actually onto the doc. I hope that it's still at least somewhat good. Thank you all for pursuing this far into the series and I hope that you continue to enjoy! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Jesper didn’t go on missions very much anymore. It was one of the perks of being in such a high ranking position within the gang and being the person that the Merchant Council trusted most. Wylan needed a person with him at all times when he was in meetings so that they could read the papers to him and help him figure out handwriting. Jesper wasn’t the best person to bring in situations like that because of his impatience and constant energy, but Wylan found it funny when he noticed the stuffy old men begin to get riled up because of his mere existence.

It was good, now that their bodies were beginning to wear down and they needed more time to rest and relax, that they went on less missions. Still, Jesper missed being able to get into fights and to shoot the people that were shooting at him before they had the chance to land even a single shot. Kaz gave him the opportunity to do just that every time that he thought it would require his lover’s skills or Jesper got too restless.

He was on one of those jobs now. Jesper was leaned up against the wall on the outside of the club that Roeder had just slipped into so that he could get the information they needed. They were trying to close down a line of brothels that were selling their girls to men that wanted nothing more than to beat them. It was a late anniversary gift to Inej in a way, to scrape that part of the Barrel clean and send it into the ocean. Jesper was only there in the off chance that they were going to have to fight with someone, but it was unlikely.

That was making him antsy, because he had been promised something that would help him burn off his excess energy. He knew that he was going to have to go home and seduce whoever wasn’t sleeping so that he could work through it that way instead. He was just glad that using his power more often had settled out the last of his gambling and adrenaline addiction. He had become a much healthier person in the last couple of years and he knew that his entire polycule was very proud of him for it.

“Why did the boss even send you on this trip?”

Jesper whirled around when the other person spoke. They were meant to be keeping watch on the alley that led into the back of the brothel where Roeder had disappeared, but they were new. This wasn’t a job that required the expert hand that Nina, Matthias, or Inej would have delt so Kaz gave it to some of the lower ranking members. It was going to give them more information about how to quietly take down the brothel but if it ended up failing then they would be able to simply take it down the way that Kaz had wanted to in the first place.

“Excuse me?” Jesper asked, raising a brow. The shot of cold water burned through his system from the spot under his heart all the way down to the edges of his toes and fingers. It was something that had happened to him for a very long time, something that he had become very familiar with over his years alive and working in the Barrel. It had started when he had gotten caught bleeding the color from jurda petals on his father’s farm and the lecture he had gotten afterwards. That had only increased after he had accidentally slipped up and almost gotten himself and his wonderful wife killed.

“I don’t know why the boss decided that you were the one that was going to come help with this job,” they replied. Their name was Adah and they were about as tall as Jesper with messy brown-black hair and eyes like midnight sun. They were a younger member of the gang, dragged out of Fifth Harbor like the rest of them had been. While everyone else had been able to eventually scrub off the stink and shake off the cold, they seemed to cling to it like a safety blanket. They were fairly good at hand-to-hand combat and were feral enough that they would take any job without question. Not much else was known about them, which made them the type of dangerous that Kaz liked to play with.

Jesper scoffed and shifted. It was opening up the pit in the back of his head that had been closed for so long, since they had taken down Rollins and Van Eck. He didn’t want that hole to open up again, he was so happy in his marriages with his partners. They valued him as a person and loved him despite what he had done to him and all the of the flaws that came with him.

So, instead of letting his thoughts overpower him, he said, “Kaz chose me because I’m the best of the best.”

“Then why don’t you come on any of the other missions? I’ve been on quite a few now and I haven’t seen you on one,” Adah replied, staring dead ahead at the door despite the insults that they were slinging at Jesper.

That cold thrill shot through him again. His fingers began to feel numb as they came alive and picked at the buttons on the front of his shirt. He wasn’t just going to take it laying down the same way that he had when Rotty was drunk and had complained about Jesper’s position as Kaz’s official second. He was going to stick up for himself. “I’m good enough that I can choose what I want to do. I don’t have to pick up every single mission like a gutter rat. I own bars and clubs and I have better things to do than stand outside of buildings waiting for mediocre spiders to steal documents.”

“Then why are you here for this job?” they asked, rising a brow at him when they glanced away from the spot that they were supposed to be watching.

Jesper didn’t know why he was even interacting with the conversation. People loved to have pissing contests any chance they got in the Barrel because it proved who was better than who. Jesper was one of the only people to have ever interacted with the Sun Summoner, he was the best shot in the Barrel, and he was a vital member of the crew that had broken into the Ice Court. He didn’t need to prove himself to a low life that was still damp behind the ears and soaked within their soul.

And yet, the voice in the back of his head made him want to fight with all the bared teeth and snarling words that he had come to know back when he was in their place. “I’m on this job because I thought that you could use the help, if you have to know.”

They rolled their eyes. “Like I would need your help. You’re likely so out of practice that you don’t even know how to fire your guns anymore,” they snarked.

He wanted to keep coming back at the younger thug but he knew that it was pointless. He remembered what it was like to be that insecure and nervous about his place in the world, so he pitied them more than anything. Taking them down a peg could be someone else’s job because when Jesper thought about doing it, he remembered the sour fights that he and Kaz had gotten in about Jesper’s worth in the Dregs before they had both begun to grow as people.

He waited through the rest of the job without saying much. It was difficult because he didn’t get to fire his guns once and he hated silences, but he wethered it like the best of pros. He stayed with them until Roeder was back at the Slat and had handed over the papers that Kaz needed to take down the brothel. Jesper then switched places so that he left the two lackeys in the Slat and walked back to the Van Eck estate with his husband by his side.

He remained quiet, despite Kaz asking him a couple questions about how the job had gone. Jesper usually would have taken the opportunity to talk the other man’s ear off and complain about the rude things that had been said to him, but this time his mind was too loud. It was filling the silence that was left in the background, underneath the sound of his husband’s cane and the lapping of the water from the canal against the walls.

It shouldn’t have been eating him up the way that it was, his insecurities. He supposed that he was a fundamentally flawed person, the way that most people that found their way to the worst parts of Ketterdam were. He remembered the way that he had acted when he had first come to the country and the nervousness he had surrounding his abilities as a zowa. It was still something that he struggled with to that day, despite all of the progress that his wife had helped him make when it came to accepting himself.

They arrived home and went their separate ways, Jesper wandering away while picking at the pill on the edge of his coat despite Kaz calling after him with something akin to concern in his tone. He could barely pull himself out of his thoughts long enough to know that things were happening around him. He had completely forgotten about his want for sex or some kind of adrenaline rush that only his partners could bring him. He needed some time alone to think about what had been said to him seriously.

So he walked to the little room that he had just for himself. It was plain because he usually slept with Nina or Wylan if they weren’t in the big master bedroom at the end of the hall. It held all of his clothing, though, so he was able to strip out of his gaudy suit and into something more comfortable for bed. He clambered into the cold sheets and then stared up at the ceiling as he tried to break apart what he was feeling.

That shot of cold, the one that he always got when he thought about his place in the world, was still ringing through is ears and the vast corners of his mind. His father had been so upset when he had shown signs of being zowa despite the way that his mother had worshipped her power and delighted in it. Even though Nina’s power had changed greatly, Jesper could see that she felt the same way about it. They had both tried to get him to appreciate his abilities in the same way but he still struggled with it. He could hear his father speaking to him in the back of his mind every time he reached into a solid item to pull its very being apart. That power was what had killed his mother, that power was what had made it such a risk for him to be on a ship, that power was what had condemned hundreds of other people to death.

He was a bad Fabrikator because he had never been trained on what he was supposed to do with his power, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually learn. It made him a bad person to those that had the same abilities as him yet still condemned him to a life of constantly looking over his shoulder to see if someone was coming after him.

That was usually what began to bug him when he was having a bad day, but that night it was a thought that hung vaguely in the back of his mind.

He had thought that the reason he wasn’t going on missions was because Kaz liked giving him the option of freedom. He had liquidated all of his assets all those years ago so that he could give Inej the freedom that she needed, so it only made sense in Jesper’s mind that he would do the same with his other spouses. It also made sense on the level of a Barrel boss as well, because Wylan was their in with the Merchant Council and thus a target for some of the other gangs that were able to get that information. Jesper accompanied his husband to both help him read and to keep him safe if some stupid person tried another assassination attempt.

However, what Adah had said to him rang loudly in his head. Maybe the reason that Kaz wasn’t sending him on missions and jobs the same way that he had before was actually because of what had happened all those years ago before the Ice Court. Jesper was known for having the loosest lips out of everyone in the inner-inner circle of the Dregs. He was the closest to Kaz and also the easiest to get talking. He had already spilled their secrets to the Dime Lions back when they were an actual threat. He had almost gotten their entire mission knocked dead in the water and almost killed his wife.

He began to worry his lip between his teeth as thoughts of how much of a liability he was flooded into his mind. He was zowa which meant that he was at higher risk of being targeted by slavers or the Shu if they decided to come back and cause more problems. He was recovered from it for the most part, but he had bad gambling addiction and at one point had been in debt to almost every gambling parlor that the Barrel had ever held. Maybe he was a liability, maybe he was more trouble than he was worth.

He had almost cost his father both the farm that they cherished and Colm’s life. He had almost gotten Inej killed. He had put Wylan in harm’s way more than once when he found himself unable to complete the job that he should have been because of his powers.

Jesper placed both of his hands over his eyes and began to scrub at his face. Despite the fact that he was alone in his bedroom, he was afraid to cry. Crying would mean that he was admitting that what his brain was telling him was true. He didn’t want to be the weakest link in his marriage, the one that people didn’t really need anymore, the extemporaneous wheel.

He rolled over on the bed so that his face was down into the pillows just as the first couple of tears began to fall. His heart felt heavy in his chest and ached as he thought about the fact that everyone would have an easier and happier life if they didn’t have to deal with him. They had their own hobbies and relationships with each other, which meant that they wouldn’t miss him if he were to leave.

His skin began to feel sensitive to the scratching of the woolen blanket on top of him, trying to crush his soul back into his body as the pain of his mind overwhelmed him. He fell asleep with tears staining his face and his lungs burning for air, his mind heavy with the thoughts of what he had to do.

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Jesper was reckless and impulsive, which was what had made him such a good sharpshooter back when he was put out on jobs. It was also what had gotten him into so much trouble in the first place.

When he woke up the next morning, he got dressed with his revolvers sitting heavy on his hips. He had packed up a good deal of the things that would help him in whatever other place he ended up in, most likely the Slat. He couldn’t bring himself to leave his partners entirely, not when they were his everything. He would simply worship their beauty and love them from afar when he laid bare the fact that he was a danger to them.

They had all taken the day off because it was the third day that Inej was back in port and they had wanted to spend it with her. He felt a little bad that he was going to be ruining it for them, but it was the only time that they would all be in the same place at the same time. So Jesper squared his shoulders like he had seen his wife do so many times before and then walked down the steps to where his spouses were having breakfast in their favorite parlor.

When he got to the doorway, he paused and felt his heart ache something fierce in his chest. He was a weak man, he knew that most intimately, but he wasn’t sure that he was actually going to be able to leave them. The only thing that gave him the strength to do that was how much love for them he really had. By leaving them he was both proving that he was worthy and protecting them from the downfall that he would inevitably bring them. Maybe when he learned to be a decent person and a good with his zowa abilities, he could earn the right to stand beside them again.

Kaz was sitting in his favorite chair, though he was wearing his sleep shirt and a pair of linen pants instead of his normal suit. Matthias was sitting on the ground in front of him while not-so-subtly sneaking Axel bits of sausage and bread from his plate. Inej and Nina were sitting with their legs tangled together on the couch, sharing bits of scone and toast with too much raspberry jam. Wylan was drawing while nibbling on some eggs, distracted but so happy. Jesper was about to ruin all of that.

He took a deep breath to steal the nervousness that was fluttering through his body. His fingers moved to the cuffs of his jacket and shirt, rubbing where the fabric was folded down. He then touched his thumbs to his pistols and stepped fully into the room that his lovers were already crowding.

Inej and Kaz were the first to notice him, which made sense. They had spent the most time both in the Barrel and with him, so they were very in tune with his movements. Inej gave him a soft smile and wiggled away from Nina so she could lean over the back of the couch and give him a small peck on the lips. As soon as she was close enough, he placed a hand on the back of her head to bring her in closer. They usually didn’t have intimacy like that in the early mornings because dreams were overwhelming for all of them, but he knew that it was the last time that he would get to hold her like that for some time.

“Jes, what’s going on?” Kaz asked as soon as the two of them pulled away.

He supposed that was another reason that he was a shit second and a liability for them. He was too easy to read even when he was trying so desperately hard to hide his feelings from them. “I’ve decided something that I need to share with you all.”

Matthias startled, which caused Axel to skitter out of the room so he could run up and down the hall. Nina set her food down on the table as she turned to her husband as well, which made Jesper feel almost as though he were on display. Kaz grabbed his cane as he prepared to stand up, which made Jesper worry about how many times he had gotten them in trouble before. Wylan looked up from his drawing with wide eyes. Jesper felt his heart seize in his chest. He had seen his husband look scared like that before and it never failed to make him feel the exact same emotion. He was full to the brim with a guilt that he could barely explain, but he had to shove it down so that the words could get out around that sensation.

He shifted as he tried to keep the tears out of his eyes while he spoke, “When I was on the mission yesterday Adah brought up a good point. I’m a liability to you guys. I need to go back to being a lackey so that I can learn how to not be such an idiot.”

Suddenly, he was reminded of how much he hated silence. He would have relished in it a couple of minutes ago, when they were all eating and giggling in hushed whispers with each other. The silence that hung over them now felt like the noose had finally been placed around Jesper’s neck. He was drowning in it, clawing at his mouth while he tried to force a sentence past his lips just to replace the ringing in his ears.

“Fuck them.”

Jesper dragged a shaky breath through his mouth as he turned to look at Inej. She was the one that he had wronged most, other than his father, when it came to the stupid mistakes that he had made time and time again. “What?” he asked, his whirling brain stopping suddenly and abruptly.

“You’re not a liability,” she shook her head. “I can’t count the amount of times that you’ve saved all of our lives or helped us complete a job. Not that that defines what you mean to us.”

“I wouldn’t have made you my second if you were a liability, Jesper. And I certainly wouldn’t have kept you there, even after what happened before the Ice Court,” Kaz said with a firm nod.

Just the two short sentences from the people that had known him back before he had learned how to be a real person, how to be the kind of being that was able to survive life in the Barrel broke the dam behind his eyes. The words came pouring from his mouth before he ever had the chance to stop them, joining the tears streaming from his eyes, “You guys don’t realize what you’re talking about. It’s not just that I can’t keep my mouth shut or that I still itch for the spin of Makker’s Wheel. I’m zowa and that means that if that becomes well known that I’ll constantly have to look over my shoulder or I’ll have to flee because people want Fabrikator indentures and the Shu and Fjerdans use them for their own goals. I’m putting you all in danger just be being around you all and I know that’s why Kaz doesn’t include me in jobs anymore.”

His chest was heaving by the time that he had finished. He looked out over his partners through the watery saline that was clinging to his bottom lashes. Nina’s brow was furrowed together and the very tip of her nose was wrinkled like it always got when she was upset about something. Matthias had stood up at some point and looked torn between walking over to his husband and remaining where he was by Kaz. Kaz had his scheming face on, which wasn’t a good sign. Inej had her arms crossed over her chest and looked very upset at what he was saying. Wylan was flicking his pencil over the back of his knuckles and smearing pigment over his pale skin, not that he seemed to notice in the slightest. Axel had run into the room a few minutes ago and was looking between each of his owners as he tried to figure out what was going on.

“Love,” Nina whispered as she rose from the couch. She took his hands in her own and then cupped his face, “I struggle with parem every day, does that make me a liability?”

“No,” he immediately replied.

“Right. Then your gambling addiction doesn’t make you a liability. Especially when you’re almost four years clean,” she pressed a kiss to his forehead, which required her to stand on her tip-toes to reach.

“I don’t include you in jobs anymore because you’re my husband and you don’t need to be sent to do something that grunts can do just as well. I can use you for important things when I really need to. Other than that, I want to keep you safe,” Kaz said in that matter-of-fact tone that he had become so used to.

“Yeah, like what?” Jesper asked, despite himself. The loathing towards his own skills had overflowed and was spewing out all over the breakfast that they had been having, which he felt immensely guilty for.

“Like protecting me,” Wylan replied. “Your much better at just incapacitating one or two men than me. I like having you around so that I know someone is watching my back.”

“Exactly,” Kaz nodded.

“Why do you think that you are more of a liability than me, who cannot always understand the way that the Kerch work and what they speak?” Matthias asked. It almost made him want to laugh because of how eternally pragmatic his husband was.

“Outside of the fact that we love you, Jesper, you are not a liability to us. Nina is also Grisha and just as desired if not more by the Shu and Fjerdan government. We want to keep you safe because we love you and you’re our husband,” Inej told him softly. She took his hand in her own and he could feel the scar over her palm and wrist, which reminded him of the job they had taken where she had almost been incapacitated because of her fear before he had taken out her attacker. It was one of the first jobs that they had ever been on together.

The silence that hung in the air that time was a third kind of different. It felt almost reverent, like something in a church might. He was surrounded and reassured by the people that loved him more than anything in the world. He felt special, like Nina and his mother had been trying to tell him he was for as long as he could remember despite the gap in the middle between when they had been in his life. The loathing and the worry was still there, but their words were so much louder than what Adah had said to him. He knew none of them would lie, they had no reason to. “Promise?” Jesper asked.

“Promise,” Nina replied as she stole a kiss. The rest of his partners wrapped around him in some form or another because they knew the necessity of that in his life. He was showered in love, praise, and kisses until the words had finally drowned out of his mind.

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just-anothe-user · 2 years ago

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It didn’t take much to make Kagami happy (as long as you were Marinette)

Kagami/Marinette ~700 words

CW: none

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Even if it snowed often during this time of year, Kagami still found herself appreciating the white blanket being draped over Paris. Her mother would lecture her, telling her that it’s because she’s protected from the headache of the weather, with her not ever driving, enjoying activities indoors and never actually needing to take care of the snow she’d admire. If all she truly knew about snowfall was its appearance then what did she truly know about it or the season it appears in?

Regardless Kagami chooses to enjoy it, she enjoys a warmer drink sitting by the warmer fire, she enjoys the idea of going back to ice skate, with more positive experiences attached to it than the last and finally, she knows she’ll enjoy doing it all of it with the young woman on the sidewalk sneezing into her sleeves, her pink backpack falling to the ground as she does so.

Perfect timing. “You can drop me off here. I’ll walk the rest of the way,” Kagami said while reaching for her own bag, already prepared to leave the car.

Her driver turned back, slightly worried “Miss Tsurugi, I’d prefer to take you all the way, I understand there isn’t much distance from here to school but I can’t just leave you.”

“Sorry, but I’d prefer if you did. You can just follow me from a distance to assure I’m safe if you must,” With the car door left open and Kagami far from it, she couldn’t help but hope her driver heard her when she was leaving and that her voice didn’t get picked up in the light wind. She didn’t wish for him to be in trouble, she just wanted to spend some of her morning with Marinette. It could be called a selfish wish sure, but it was one she was happy to make.

Approaching the girl scrambling to get her stuff in order, all the while sneaking on said stuff, Kagami scooped her girlfriends' bag along with a couple of books that seem to have fallen out.

“If you aren't feeling well, it might be best for you to go home. The last thing I’d want is to see you deal with an excess school workload and a cold.”

Looking up from her fallen belongings Marinette notices the other girl with shock. “Kagami!” God, she was cute. “Wait? Sick, me? No. No way, absolutely not,” Marinette brought herself up with Kagami who was offering a hand and hurriedly tried to explain herself.

“Trust me, I’m not irresponsible enough to come to school sick, I just never do well with the cold,” With Marinette's hands moving so quickly back and forth, Kagami made sure to catch one of the girl flying pens falling from her flailing.

“I’m anything, it's just my body reacting badly to being a tiny itsy bit tired,” She continued, “Since valentine's day is fast approaching Papa and Mama have been getting orders like crazy. They’ve been working all night to organize in advance for a couple of events and plan how they’ll complete so many orders so quickly”

Noticing the look sent her way, Mari chose to wrap her arm around Kagami, bringing her tightly to her and finally adding, “Though if I ever was sick, I promise to stay home and tell you.”

Adding a warm kiss to cold and absolutely not sick girl cheeks, Kagami relented. “As long as you know, I can’t take care of you and make you soup to help you get better if I’m not the first person you inform.”

“I’m sorry? Take care of me how? Kagami, let alone making me soup, do you even know how to cook?” Marinette asks while seemingly hiding a laugh.

Stiffening, Kagami left the short girl's arm and was starting to walk at a normal pace to school.

“Let’s go Marinette, I don’t want to be late and you shouldn’t either.”

“Kagami don’t you dare run from me, I have three projects that I’m carrying and they are way too heavy for me to catch up.”

Smiling while Marinette followed her, Kagami remembered turning back and seeing Mari's cheeks pink and delicate snowflakes stuck in her equally pink beanie and hair. She was happy, joyous even, at all the time they had together and plans waiting to happen.

If all Kagami knew about snowfall was Marinette in it, it was all she needed to know to know she loved it.

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I wrote this months ago but with a lot that happened in my personal life and other I knew I completely forgot I had this account and basically abandoned social media for a bit. Either way I though I’d post this and edit a couple others thing I had for a short fic about these two being cute also a smidge of winter propaganda. I’ve also read way to much manga of people making chocolate for valentine day and wanted to give it a try. My dumb dream of “making” chocolate for Valentine’s Day as been completed, it was quite easy and I think these are adorable (if a bit messy) so I’ll probably try to do smt more complex next time. Happy Valentine’s Day, hope you enjoy it with yourself or anyone you care about and thank you for reading!

#kagaminette #marinette x kagami #miraculous ladybug

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thinktankwithhan · 7 months ago

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andy robinson - mental health on tour

Andy was the first guest of the Think Tank lectures and I found his talk not only interesting, but extremely important for me as a young artist who hopes to tour. Andy describes himself as a freelance sound engineer and production manager - he has been working in venues for thirteen years, and he began his touring career with the band ‘Wolf Alice’. He has mixed front of house for artists such as Raye, Taylor Swift and KSI and works closely the artists at hand to make sure their music is sounding the way they intend it to. He described this as making ‘someone’s vision a reality’. On top of this, Andy tells us he occasionally does Tour management which includes distributing schedules, booking flight/hotels/transport and acting as a sort of HR for the artist.

I could tell Andy was genuine when he described his love for his job. He says ‘Ultimately, we put on events to make people happy’. I appreciated Andy’s positive view on working in the industry- it was great to see someone who clearly wasn’t motivated by money. This was further proven when Andy described some of the difficulties of his job that, if you weren’t passionate about the job, could be extremely off putting. Andy explained that touring involved long and unsociable hours - he told us he had worked over 24 hours before in one go, a lack of proper routine and a constant pressure for things to run smoothly.

When asked by an audience member ‘if there was one thing you could change in the industry, what would it be?’ Andy explained that he has felt disposable in the past - you become very ‘emotionally involved’ and close to the team you work with as everyone is living closely with each other. However it is a job at the end of the day, meaning people get swapped out without warning or reason. This had a big impact on Andy’s mental health and with the added difficulties mentioned previously, it was easy to see how touring could be dangerous for people prone to mental health problems. This struck me personally because I struggle with my mental health at the best of times, and know I would need to put certain measures in place to stop me from becoming unwell if I was to tour for a long time. Andy went on to say that ‘a lot of talk about mental health in the industry is just talk’. This resonated with me as this can be said on the topic of mental health in general. These days there is lots of spreading awareness - but often no follow up plan as to how we can protect people’s wellbeing in a professional work space. Andy described a few ways he keeps himself well whilst touring which included: keeping in as regular touch as he could with his long term partner, getting regular exercise, avoiding lots of junk food and avoiding excessive partying. Andy explained that although this might seem more of a ‘boring’ option, it will ultimately help you to keep doing the job that you love without damaging your mental health.

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endeavour12345fics · 1 year ago

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The Aftermath, chapter 15

Philip woke up shivering, a scream echoing in the silent dormitory. He’d dreamt he was back in the repository, kneeling next to Eleazar’s lifeless body. The nightmare had found him again, after some time.

“Philip, what is wrong?” Garreth’s voice came from the bed next to his. It was still dark outside.

“Oh, please, not again.” they could hear another voice from a nearby bed.

“Shut up, Leander.” Garreth said, getting up and sitting down on Philip’s bed. “What happened?” he asked.

“I was kneeling next to my father’s body, after the fight beneath the school. If I had been able to sustain that cavern by myself, he would still be alive.” Philip choked on his words, trying to slow down his breathing.

“I hope we learn the potion for Dreamless Sleep soon, I’m quite tired of this. There’s no point in me going back to sleep, but I’m sorry for waking you up.”

He went down the stairs leading to the common room, seeing that the fireplace was still lit. Thankfully, the room was empty.

He didn’t pay attention to the big clock, its noise fading in the background, but when he started hearing noise from the rooms upstairs, he went back to his dormitory to get dressed and ready for the day.

At breakfast, he didn’t talk to anyone. He wished he had gone straight to the Potions classroom. Now, watching his fellow students leave the Great Hall, he knew he would only be able to talk to Sharp after class.

As they arrived at the classroom, Sharp was already waiting for them. He directed the students’ attention to the blackboard and began his lecture.

“Today you will learn how to brew the potion for Dreamless Sleep. While some of you may already have taken this potion,” and here his gaze was fixated on Philip for what felt like less than a second. “I don’t want you taking it excessively, only because you know how to brew it, for it can have severe side effects if it is taken too often.”

Philip took his place at his usual workstation, seeing that a Slytherin girl had joined him and Garreth. She had wavy, pitch black hair, and he also noticed she was slightly taller than him.

“My usual partner missed class today, so I thought I could join you two. My name is Lelyia Nox. Nice to meet you.”

Philip and Garreth introduced themselves, and the former could see that the girl was staring at him.

“Sharp was looking at you during his lecture.” she said, her ice blue eyes fixated on Philip.

“Yes, I noticed. It’s a long story, and not a happy one.” Philip retorted, turning his attention back to his cauldron.

He kept brewing his potion, paying close attention to it. One student causing explosions was enough.

When the class was dismissed, Philip went to Sharp’s desk. He didn’t know how his professor would react to his nightmare, but still recounted it, doing his best to prevent emotion from showing. Sharp listened, nodding before he spoke.

“It was the first one you remember after a while, and if I was another person I would give you a potion and send you on your way. But I am not, and I will do my best to help you. I know we both have seen some terrible things, but it gets better. I know it is hard to talk about, but I will listen.”

It never fully heals though, he added to himself seeing Philip leave the classroom, with a potion in his pocket in case it happened again.

They both knew time doesn’t heal wounds, they just end up fading. Yet, the presence of each other made them feel safe, for they knew they could trust each other.

#hogwarts legacy #aesop sharp

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acacia-may · 2 years ago

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Secrets and Sugar Mice (A Secret Garden Future Fic): Epilogue

Story Summary: After many bumps in the road, the newly-licensed Dr. Colin Craven is finally fulfilling his long-time goal of running his own cottage hospital in Thwaite thanks to guidance, assistance, and generosity of the most competent doctor he had ever known, the Grand Doctor from London, Dr. Louis Cartwright. Even the generally pessimistic Colin can admit that the future looks bright, but there are still a couple of matters that have thrown a wrench into his plans--a certain medical supply cabinet, in particular, and Dr. Cartwright's daughter, a nurse with whom Colin did not get off on the right foot.

After a particularly frustrating day, Colin turns to his one of his oldest friends for help and advice. Perhaps Dickon is right and all it takes is the magic of friendship to turn this whole situation around...

Fandom: The Secret Garden

Genre: Friendship, Slice of Life, Developing Friendship, Post-Canon, Future Fic

Relationships (in order of appearance/mention): Colin Craven & Dickon Sowerby, Colin Craven & Dickon Sowerby & Mary Lennox, Colin Craven & The Grand Doctor from London, Colin Craven & Original Characters (Julia Cartwright), Colin Craven & Martha Sowerby, and Colin Craven & Mary Lennox (A little bit of Mary & Martha friendship at the end). Colin & Julia (OC) Centric.

Characters (in order of appearance/mention): Colin Craven (POV Character), Dickon Sowerby, Mary Lennox (POV Character), The Grand Doctor from London (Dr. Louis Cartwright), Dr. Cartwright's Daughter, Julia (OC) (POV Character), Martha Sowerby, and Mrs. Susan Sowerby

Rating: G

Warnings: Colin being Colin (I guess?) but honestly this is just friendship fluff and slice of life.

Word Count: 5331 [Out of 11,636 Total]

Link to original post on AO3. Please do not repost to another site.

FINAL CHAPTER: Chapter 4 of 4. Link to previous chapter (Chapter 3).

Story Below the Cut! Thank you so much for reading!

Epilogue: Mary

Later that evening…

Mary pulled her leather driving gloves off of her hands. They were soaked and had done very little to keep her fingers from shriveling in the wet and the cold. She had the terrible habit of forgetting to take them off when she left the automobile, and she hoped they wouldn’t be ruined from her run through the rain into the house. If they were, she could always get Colin to buy her a new pair seeing as it was his fault she was out in the nasty weather anyway.

With a slight shake of her head, she opened the door to her room and found Martha turning down the covers on her bed.

Mary smiled. “You’re back.”

Martha turned to look at her—her eyebrows raising at Mary’s wet clothes. She was unsuccessful in stifling her laugh. “So is tha.”

Mary sighed and shook slightly trying to remove some of the excess water. She would be so glad to be out of these sopping clothes. “Yes,” she huffed with a roll of her eyes. “Well, Colin called for the car, and I needed driving practice so I went out to fetch him.”

“In this weather?” Martha laughed.

Mary rolled her eyes, but her mouth turned up slightly in the corners. “You sound just like Colin.” She paused and squared her shoulders staring straight at Martha before adding pointedly, “I am a good driver. And besides, he should have been grateful I came to get him seeing as he was practically soaked by the time I got there.”

Martha’s laughing eyes narrowed. “Doesn’ he always bring an umbrella with him?”

“Yes, but apparently it didn’t do him much good today. I don’t understand what was so important that he had to go out into this storm in the first place. He said he went for a walk.” Mary huffed. “Hypocrite. The last time I wanted to go out in the rain he lectured me for two hours about how I could get pneumonia or catch my death of cold.”

“Maybe he changed his mind?” Martha suggested in her good-humored way.

“Colin doesn’t change his mind.” Mary shook her head before she added. “He said he ran into you when he was out today. What was he doing?”

Martha shifted a little, but she chuckled. “Buying candy.”

Mary blinked before she muttered under her breath. “Nincompoop.”

“I thought tha’d be happy t’ hear Master Colin had been out an’ about in th’ world.”

“I suppose,” Mary conceded, but she huffed. “Though I don’t understand why he deems it so important to leave his precious hospital for candy when he can never seem to find the time to come home.”

“I’m sure he has his reasons,” replied Martha with a knowing smile and twinkling eyes.

Mary’s eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head discerningly. “You know something.”

Martha shifted uncomfortably and she shook her head with a breathy chuckle. “No, I don’.”

Mary blinked at her. Martha had always been a terrible liar, and if Mary could see through her little fibs when she was ten, she could definitely see through them now. “Martha,” she said pointedly.

Martha looked away from her and sighed. “‘Tis not really my place t’ say, and ‘tis probably nowt anyway.”

Mary took a step towards Martha and asked with a genuine curiosity, “Martha, what is it?”

Martha paused for a moment as if mulling the question over in head, but then the smile she had seemed to be holding back spread between her cheeks, and she said, “Let’s just say, I may have a bit o’ an idea about why Master Colin spends all o’ his time at tha’ hospital…”

#the secret garden #colin craven #dickon sowerby #mary lennox #secret garden #frances hodgson burnett #secret garden fanfiction #part 4 of 4

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minimoll7 · 3 months ago

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Hi! Hope its okay that I share something myself!

Similarly to you, I've always believed in God and that Jesus died for my sins and the sins of everyone else. But I was never truly that.. interested in it. Mostly because I was a child who didn't fully understand things and my rough relationship with my dad, who constantly threw Bible verses and lectures down my throat when I was just trying to talk to him about something, didn't help much either (note: my dad meant well with doing that but I was like a kid and he's going in excessive detail that I, in no way, would ever understand)

I've once tried to attend the weekly Bible study when I was a teenager and I lasted for a while, but I think I was there more for socializing than God. I stopped going because I was becoming to socially overwhelmed and exhausted

Fast forward to now, I had lost a very close friend of mine. Not through death mind you. Our friendship was quite literally a month away of officially being 10 years old. I'm not one to keep track of that stuff normally but she did, so I decided that I wanted to draw something nice for her, to show how much I really appreciate her and how I see her as a sister. But then she suddenly went quiet on me, telling me she "wasn't in the mood to talk" (but had also told me that she was feeling fine, so it got me very nervous). Initially, my anxiety was getting to me, assuming the worst. But I know my anxiety so I was like eh, lets not jump to conclusions

But as it got closer to me confronting her on this, as I had decided that if she doesn't say anything in 2 weeks, I'd say something myself, something changed. The anxiety that was making me fear the end of the friendship changed to that of God. I was sad, of course, very sad, but there was a sense of calmness. That this had to happen, even tho I really didn't want it to. And I can see it, as much as I loved this friend, she really wasn't that good for me. She did encourage me to do things I shouldn't and we stood on very different grounds about important topics that she never listened to me to. So it set things up a lot for possible arguments, not to mention her self hatred caused a lot of issues to

I prayed and prayed about this and when the final talk came, I handled it surprisingly well. I know myself, I either would've been very depressing by what she revealed to me (that she was lying to me for so long and she has disdain for Christians, even tho I never really talked about that with her) and would've made her feel so much worse OR I would've been a huge jerk due to how hurt I felt. I knew that despite my tears, God was helping me. I never really had something like that before, it was insane (in a good way!)

That whole ordeal immediately kicked me into gear. I'm now going back to church and have more recently started to read the Bible on my own! But I also did something else that was also just.. so insane to me. I reached out to my pastor and had asked for help (which I did on a phone call, and let me tell you, I do NOT handle phone calls very well unless it someone very close to me. but this time, I was perfectly fine). We set up a meeting where I opened up to my dad. See, my dad has a lot of issues, with anger being his biggest problem. And it has caused a large rift between the two of us (and with my mom to). I avoided him the best I could, I rarely seeked out his company, I felt so much anger, hurt, pettiness and bitterness towards him

I had wanted to talk this out with him for so long but I was always way to scared to. Like genuinely terrified. He does get physical with his anger but that's more of like other things, he rarely hurts anyone directly (especially now, since he's been sober for a long time). But who knows? For all I known, he could've attacked me. I have some very traumatic memories with him.. but I did it. I prayed and prayed and prayed. And it worked! It was hard, I cried the moment I started speaking, but I talked to him, told him how I felt towards him, it all finally came out. And he responded to it very well. I know it must've been really hard for him to hear what I had to say, but he understood that he's been hurting me and my mom for a long time, that there's problems that need to be fixed

I now have more hope than ever for my dad. All that pettiness and bitterness left. I find his jokes funny again (well.. not all of them xD), I don't feel stress or anger when he happens to be around me. I even asked him today to do something this Sunday after church (hoping it won't be that hot, I don't handle heat very well!). This is all stuff that I could only dream of and fantasize about! And yet its real, it happened! There's a healing happening that I never thought could actually happen! And it gives me hope, to, for my mom. I love my mom but she has some healing to do to and I feel that me and my dad healing and being changed through and by Christ will help lead her to the right path

God is absolutely amazing! My anxiety wasn't completely gone, but it wasn't overwhelming like it normally would've been in those cases. I struggle with sleep and getting up early in the morning but God has been helping me get to church anyways. I'm actually reading the Bible now and I'm learning so much! This has all been very recent in my life, like in the past couple months, so I've got SO much more to learn about God and bonding with Him more. It is a great start tho, I've never been so hopeful about my life

Let's talk about Him.

Share your testimony! Tell us what God has done in your life.

I'll go first.

Age 21-27 were some of the roughest years I've experienced. The sad part is, I actually considered some of those years "fun". I was battling my first real round of depression and struggling with finding myself. I had no idea that all I had to do was open a Bible to find my identity and purpose. Instead, I turned to Jack Daniel, Jim Beam and anyone else who could fill the glass to make me feel "full". They couldn't make me feel enough, so I turned to lust. I had never felt so empty in my life. Keep in mind, I grew up going to church. I knew there was a God and I believed Jesus died for me, but I had allowed Satan to lead me astray by trying to fit in with the ways of the world. I couldn't see it that way at the time, but I was spiraling. If something had happened to me on a weekend, there's a good chance I would have met Jesus with whiskey on my breath. Fast forward to an abusive relationship I found myself settling in (which is a story for another time). I found myself looking close to rock bottom, when I was only trying to look for an answer anywhere it couldn't be found. I finally started to attend church again on a somewhat regular basis. Leaving service always left me feeling the hope I had lost before. I began to pray more consistently and just open my heart to God. I almost immediately felt something inside of me change for the better. I felt like I was being pulled away from everything I had known before. I decided to cut out the lifestyle I knew, leave the relationship I was fighting to be free from and work on my relationship with the only one who could really save me. Months later, I felt like a completely different person with a renewed soul. Is life always a breeze now? Not hardly. But I know I can survive the storm because I cling to the one who carries me through. I knew Jesus since I was young, and He was just waiting for me to come back home. I will forever be grateful for a patient Father who doesn't close the door on me. P.S...it's open for you too.

#long post #idk how to say these things in a shorter way so i hope its okay that i said a lot lol #but yeah its been crazy #my life feels the same yet so different at the same time #i do fear walking away from God or that I'm not truly genuine #i cried out today tho #like literally cried i was bawling my eyes out man #that gave me a sense of peace #or well as much peace as i can feel while being sick xD

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facultyloungecosplay · 4 years ago

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Can you mayhaps share a bit of wisdom? I can really only make art when i'm sad and not like general sadness, i want to create at all times. It's not like i only have good ideas when i'm sad but i the best things I've done where in bad points of my life. how can i be more consistent? I want to create at all time but the creativity, the drive just doesn't come and it makes me sad but not in the creative way unfortunately in the self hatred and self loathing ways and i just *sigh* and *sighs harder*

i'm sorry if this is a loaded question i don't want to put you on the spot... also if you have any advice on how to deal with anxiety about sharing your work? i need any help i can get with anxiety my ass is sore from getting my ass kicked by it so often and its really hard to get help and improve alone and without any critiques.......... sorry that was a lot wasn't it........ sorry..........

Good morning, anon! No need to apologize! I’m happy to help in any way I can. :3

I’m throwing up a cut for courtesy of mobile users, because I’m always a terrible windbag about these things. ^_^;;

Okay! So, you’re working through issues with creating and mood - let me first get my usual “you’re not alone in this” lecture out of the way, because my rule of teaching is: if one person asks the question, at least five others in the classroom have the same one.

When you say the best things you’ve created were at bad points in your life, it sounds like you’ve used your art to vent out your heavier feelings. There’s nothing wrong with that; in fact, I think it’s very healthy. I do want to ask, however, what makes these pieces your best? Are they truly, objectively the best showcase of your skills? Do you favor them because of their emotional connection? It could be both. The point is, are you putting too much pressure on being emotionally invested in your work?

The unfortunate thing about art, whether it be drawing, painting, writing, dance, etc, is that we’re inundated with the assumption we’re all terribly emotional things, and that emotion (heavy emotion in particular) fuels our work. For some, it may be true to an extent. The problem is that then we need that heavy emotion to feel inspired, and consistency suffers as a result. I know I have some days where the absolute last thing I want to do is write. Others, I’m exploding with the need for emotional release, and I can happily pour that into a charged scene.

The second unfortunate thing about art is that, like math and science and the other subjects we’re told don’t mesh with the arts - discipline is a huge component of it. We can’t rely on the contrary whims of the muses or else we won’t improve through practice. And part of practice is working when inspiration isn’t quite there, so that we can learn to artificially coax it out. So we must sit and work even when we don’t want to. It’s hard. Some days I sigh like a sickly Edwardian lady on a fainting couch about the whole thing.

The trick - for me, anyway, but I have seen evidence of this working for others - is to find little rituals to coax out that inspiration, even if it’s just a touch of it. I have a set of candles on my desk that I light just before writing. I have an oil warmer too, and I experiment with scent blends for focus or whatever I feel I need. Music! Music can do so much to alter your brain’s trajectory. I have about a hundred playlists for whatever mood I need for the scene at hand. I’ll even be extra New Age and suggest meditation (some love it, some loathe it - I’ll leave it to you to decide). Find what feels like inspiration to you.

Pamper your workspace. Make it a place you want to go, a place that, after a while, feels creative the moment you sit down. Dedicated spaces are not always easy to eke out, but even just a corner or a desk or the bed can be transformed by the addition of small creative rituals. Make your space and your creative time something sacred.

Remember, when you sit down: it’s okay to be bad. If you’re not feeling it, remind yourself you’re not there to create the next world masterpiece. You’re there to tap into whatever creativity comes and to see what happens. Let yourself be curious about your own work regardless of whether it’s “good” or not. And if it’s not good and you hate it? Ask why. What makes it bad? What can you improve upon? What is it teaching you? No art is wasted. I used to draw, hundreds of years ago in my youth. I had sketches and drawings that no other eyes ever saw. I’ve had scenes in my stories that I loved and cut, that I hated and cut. What did they teach me? They taught composition, pacing, anatomy, mood, setting - often by doing it wrong. Dissect your failed experiments. Note what you learned through them, and try again from another point of view.

I won’t preach the “write/draw every day” advice because the reality of it is that for quite a lot of us, it’s not feasible. We live in interesting times, alas, and so we have to balance our disciplines with our health (physical, emotional, spiritual - all of it!). It took me ages to find the difference between “I’m not feeling it today but should push through it” and “I do not have the spoons to create today and should rest.” See if you can find that balance for yourself and exploit the hell out of it. With time, you may find that you don’t need to be sad to create emotionally powerful art. You can tap into it when needed, turn it off when you’re finished using it, and keep yourself from drowning in it.

Lastly, to address the anxiety of showing off our work: you can start small. You don’t need to show anyone anything that makes you uncomfortable. Not every sketch or story or poem needs to be published online to make it a worthy endeavor. But, specifically when you want critiques, find a trusted friend or fellow artist. Be upfront and let them know you want to improve, but could they be gentle in their advice? Can they also let you know what they enjoy about your work? Our brains like to remember insults over praise, so softening constructive criticism can be a talent of its own. A critique in good faith isn’t meant to insult, and while we may flinch at being told where we are deficient, it’s an exercise in self-improvement we all need now and again. (But only, my dear, when you ask for it. If someone rudely sends unsolicited critiques, you have my old man, cane-waving blessing to simply block them and prevent them the honor of enjoying your work at all.)

Lastly (for real this time), there is no such thing as perfect. Not in the ideal sense. Often for me, perfect means done. Perfect means the best I can do at this moment. Perfect means I learned something. There is no wasted art. Good luck, anon. <3

#in which Oz never shuts up #I kid I kid #Oz gives advice #anxiety #I hope my excessively long lecture helps in some way!#please follow up if you would like #you're always welcome!#now I'm off to write something myself after fighting with an online order and the car alarm outside my window :')#Anonymous #ask the faculty lounge

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peachycoreroo · 3 years ago

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the forbidden fruit | zeke yeager

summary: zeke was like a second father to you and you were his favorite little girl. maybe, it wasn't normal to like your dad's best friend that much, but who cares if it's normal when it feels this good.

pairing: dad’s best friend!zeke x college fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 5.4k

warnings: age gap, vaginal penetration, lowkey pseudo-cest bc you call zeke 'uncle', daddy kink, oral fem!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, mini degradation, praise kink, a few spanks, choking, zeke spits in your mouth, usage of ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘slutty’, bunny as a pet name, kinda exhibitionism?, manipulation, corruption kink, dub-con vibes but you actually want it, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up kids), creampie, size kink

authors note: this is for @weepinglevi‘s adult movie tropes collab, thank you sm for letting me join!! def check out the other amazing fics in this collab<3 this is a lot darker than my other stuff so far, but i had so much fun writing it, so enjoy my first piece for aot!! here’s a link to my masterlist

uncle zeke, or uncle zuzu as you liked to call him when you were still a child, has always been your favorite person since you were little. technically, you weren’t blood-related, but you might as well have been with how integrated into your family he was.

him and your father were best friends since middle school and you did call him ‘daddy’ a lot back then as a three-year-old, when you couldn’t grasp the concept of him not also being your dad. he was there for your birth, your childhood, your embarrassing teens and now even for your 20th birthday.

you don’t exactly know when the thing happened though.

one day, you were all a big, happy family and the next you suddenly realized, how attractive zeke yeager really was. maybe, it was the way you noticed that he was so much more athletic and broader than your father as they walked around your pool in their swimming trunks on a hot summer day. maybe, it was the way you suddenly became aware of how tall he really was, when you tried to reach a cup on a shelf too high, only to feel his presence directly behind you with his chest against your back as he reached his arm above your head and grabbed the cup, only to hand it to you with a teasing ‘you should really try this thing called growing. i heard it does wonders against high shelfs.’ or maybe, it was the way you finally registered how his gray eyes shamelessly checked you out as you walked around in your flimsy crop tops and shorts, barely covering anything.

it was so wrong, but that didn’t mean you would stop your little teasing. your dresses got shorter and shorter, dropping your keys on purpose on the way out just to flash him your lacy panties. hugging him longer than usual as he was leaving, just to press your breasts up against his hard chest. you wanted him to know you weren’t a little girl anymore. you wanted his mind to be filled with lewd thoughts about you. only you.

even when you left for college, you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond man, especially when you were in your bed late at night, with your hand stuffed in your panties and your mouth whimpering his name into the pillow. images of him, with his hard cock in a large palm, pleasuring himself with you on his mind, groaning your name, always brought you to an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. you knew the only way to quench your need for this man was by having him, no matter how rotten your desire was.

at last, it was finally your birthday, and you couldn’t wait to get home and act upon your ploy to seduce zeke yeager. it was a foolproof plan really. nobody would even suspect you were trying to rile your favorite uncle up, and he would only react, if he wanted you just as much. what better gift for your birthday, than ultimately having the forbidden fruit you’ve been trying to deny yourself of for so long.

“happy birthday, angel!”, your family exclaimed excitedly as you came downstairs. you quickly scanned the room to see uncle zeke already sitting in his usual spot on an armchair in the corner of the living room, getting up and joining your parents at the bottom of the stairs when he noticed your presence.

knowing that he was there, you finally smiled happily, thanking them softly before being pulled into a tight embrace by zeke. “yeah, happy birthday, angel”, he lowly murmured into your ear as he pressed you firmly against him, goosebumps erupting at his slightly suggestive tone.

“thank you, uncle zuzu”, you whispered back, squeezing him tight, hoping to get the message across that you were more than happy to be in his arms.

alas, you were forced to part as your mother shoved him to the side to embrace you, your dad jokingly complaining about you going for a hug with your favorite first instead of your parents, in the background.

“well, i can’t help that i’m so much cooler to her than you”, zeke retorted playfully, earning him a light-hearted punch to the arm from your father.

the rest of the day felt like an eternity. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your parents, especially if zeke was there, but the prospect of getting the blond male to act upon your, hopefully, mutual desires, had you looking at the clock more times than you would like to admit.

“are you waiting for something?”

you quickly snapped out of your daydreams of what could happen later, as the man with the main role in them sat down closely beside you, your thighs brushing against each other. you couldn’t help your gaze lingering where your skin touched before blinking up at him through your lashes, only to see him grinning down at you, clearly amused by your stare. time for the first part of the mission.

“oh yeah, i’ll be going clubbing with a few friends later.”

“clubbing?”, zeke pressed with a frown, “and your parents are letting you?”

zeke has always been very overprotective of you. your dad joked that it’s because you’re basically like his daughter, but you hoped it was more than that. that’s why you were counting on his overprotectiveness to eventually lead you to the desired outcome of the day aka you, stuffed full of his cum.

“mmm, yeah. it’s my 20th birthday uncle zeke, not my 10th, you know. i’m an adult”, you retorted provocatively before getting up. “’m gonna go get ready.”

you could swear you felt his irritated glare burn into your back as you made your way upstairs, grinning at the first bit of your plan succeeding.

the second step, was your appearance. just a week before that, you went shopping for the shortest dress you could find, ready to turn heads, or specifically, one head. shower, hair, makeup, baby pink lace underwear, see-through tights, black dress. you haven’t felt this hot and confident in a while with college forcing you to wear hoodies and sweatpants all day every day. no way in hell were you going to make yourself suffer through endless lectures in cute skirts and dresses.

five minutes before your friends came, one of your essential male friends included, you decided to head downstairs to make sure zeke had enough time to admire how hot you looked.

as you came downstairs, you could hear your dad exclaiming ‘look at my beautiful girl, all grown up’, making zeke turn around. goosebumps erupted as you felt his eyes slowly trail along your figure, your skin tingling where his gaze burned into your exposed skin.

you did a full spin, showing off your outfit to the three people in your living room, but only caring about the opinion of one. to your disappointment, you didn’t quite get the reaction you wanted, with zeke turning back around to your mother, continuing to talk about whatever.

no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t stop the jealousy crawling up your tightening throat, making you sick with disgust. you knew your mother was just as much as a friend to the man of your desires as your father, but it didn’t stop you from feeling this way. you wanted his eyes on you and not some other woman, even if that woman was your own mother.

as if on cue, the doorbell rang out, your mood immediately lifting at the chance that the third step of your plan finally elicits a much-craved reaction from zeke.

you opened the door, your best friends immediately throwing themselves at you, screaming their congratulations and complimenting your attire. just like you hoped, the boy you’ve been friends with and flirted with since high school, jean kirstein, was the last one to congratulate you. he hugged you tight, leaning down, whispering a low ‘happy birthday, pretty girl. you look good enough to eat’, at the same time as your parents and zeke came into the foyer.

the hug you shared with jean lasted just a tad too long for it to count as appropriate, with you giggling excessively at his comment just to be sure that zeke heard it. and as you parted to say goodbye to your family, your flirty friend kept his strong arm around your waist, as though it belonged there.

you don’t miss the way zeke glared at jean’s arm around you or the way he had the slightest frown on his face as he told you to ‘have fun and be careful’, but when you turned around and left the house to get into jean’s car, disappointment filled you when you realized that the blond male didn’t do anything to keep you from going. all this planning and finger crossing for nothing. ‘happy fucking birthday to me’, you bitterly thought, as you drove off into the night, mood already completely ruined.

after hours of trying to enjoy the end of your birthday even for a bit, you finally had enough. jean took you home, trying to make out with you on the backseat of his car in the parking lot, but as tempting as the idea of letting him fuck zeke yeager out of your mind sounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to. the fact that today was supposed to be the day you got your dad’s best friend right where you wanted him, was enough to make you crave a nice shower and your warm bed. you couldn’t wait for this day to end.

when jean pulled up to your house, you parted ways with a quick kiss and a cheeky promise of tomorrow, before making your way into the house. it was already 3 a.m., so you were sure everybody was already asleep, as you quietly made your way inside.

“there you are. welcome back, pretty girl.”

at hearing zeke’s raspy voice out of nowhere, you flinched and let out an unvoluntary squeak. what was he doing here?

you brought your hand to your heart, feeling it hammer against your chest, your eyes snapping to the spot your dad’s best friend was sitting in, in the kitchen. “uncle zeke! you scared me, what are you still doing here?”

as you made your way into the kitchen, you finally noticed the empty tequila bottle on the table and your unconscious father, snoring on the coach in the living room, just a few feet away.

“mmm, wanted to make sure you come home safely after your dad passed out, so i waited for you”, he casually retorted while his grey eyes inspected you from head to toe. smeared lipstick, a light sheen of sweat on your skin and your dress hiked up dangerously high on your thighs.

feeling small under his calculating gaze, you once again looked at your sleeping dad and gestured towards the bottle. “guess you also had a wild party going on?”

“mh, your dad’s just a lightweight.”

the air inside the kitchen was heavy and suffocating. you knew something was wrong with the way zeke wouldn’t stop staring at you and only answered with short sentences, his usual playful chattiness nowhere to be seen.

trying to get rid of the awkwardness and your nervousness, you asked: “where- uh, where’s mom?”

“asleep”, was the short answer you got, making you even more uneasy than before. “oh, w-well. i’m gonna go and also hit the hay. thanks for staying up for me uncle zeke, good night.”

“stop.”

this one word made you halt in your tracks just as you were about to turn around, making you look questioningly back at him. what you didn’t expect however, was to see zeke yeager spread his thighs and pet one of them with a simple ‘sit down, angel.” somehow, the pet name sounded condescending as it left his lips, but that didn’t stop your pussy from clenching at the sight of him with his legs wide open, looking positively inviting like never before.

your gaze quickly flickered towards the unconscious figure in the armchair, but even that couldn’t stop you when uncle zeke was offering you to sit on his lap, like you dreamed of for so long.

your legs slowly took you towards the spot he was sitting in, only for him to pull you on one of his thighs as soon as you were in his reach. his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other found its place on your thigh, your heartrate skyrocketing at the close proximity.

not really knowing what to do with your hands and where to look, you once again brought your gaze to your dad in the living room, having the perfect view of him from your position on zeke’s lap, your fingers interlocked in your own lap as to not touch him too much.

“how was the party?”, he questioned seemingly nonchalant, but his tone had a certain edge to it, that made you feel as if you were being scolded.

you chuckled nervously, keeping your eyes locked on your unconscious father, as you started uttering: “oh, uh… it was- “

only to have zeke’s palm grab your cheeks, squeezing them together in a pout, as he turned your head towards him, forcing you to focus your gaze on him.

“did you fuck him?”

zeke was watching your expression closely when he practically growled the question, taking note of how your eyes widened, your breath deepened, and your thighs automatically pressed together as the meaning of his imposing words settled in.

the jealousy could practically be grabbed as it rolled off the blond male in waves and you knew, that if you wanted your birthday wish to come true, you had to play the part of the innocent and unsuspecting little girl.

“wha-? no!”, you exclaimed supposedly offended and distraught that he would even ask such a thing, as best as you could with your lips pressed together in a pout by his large palm.

the man’s dark grey – were they always this dark? – eyes narrowed as you seamlessly pretended to not know what he was hinting at, but the way you immodestly battered your eyelashes at him, one hand finding it’s way onto the palm that was squeezing your plush thigh, showed him at you weren’t as oblivious as you feigned to be.

“no, huh?”, he chuckled darkly, his hand leaving your face to push you down onto your knees between his legs instead, “then you’re not against helping your dear uncle with a certain issue, or are you baby?”

stammering out a little confused ‘what?’, you quickly checked whether your dad was still asleep, only for yeager’s palm to return to its place on your cheeks, squeezing them once again as he yanked your head back towards him. “don’t act like a brainless, useless slut, angel. it really doesn’t suit you. you’re my smart little girl, aren’t you?”

the sickly-sweet tone he used worked like a charm on your praise-starved brain. you wanted to please him and be his good girl, no matter what it took.

looking up at him with big, wide eyes, a drop of drool fell from your pouty lips onto his jean-clad crotch when he tightened his hold on your cheeks as you nodded like an obedient little toy, making him smile proudly.

“that’s my girl. now,”, he declared, unbothered by the tiny wetness seeping into his pants, his veiny hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, “show me how much you want to help your uncle zeke.”

just the sight of him whipping out his hard cock out of the confinements of his jeans and boxers, was enough to make a small pool of wetness gush out of your cunt, not that it mattered anyway. your lacy panties were already long soaked just from sitting on his lap.

zeke’s cock was longer and definitely thicker than you could’ve ever imagined, bigger than any you’ve ever taken with a prominent vein running on the underside, the tip flushed in a pretty pink. the saliva collecting in your mouth at the prospect of having him down your throat soon made you swallow hard, while you waited for his next instructions, not wanting to disappoint him by acting impulsively.

seeing his best friends’ daughter so submissive and eager-to-please on her knees between his legs as said best friend laid, passed out, just a few feet away, made zeke’s cock twitch. he knew it was sick and wrong, but he has always been a weak man when it came to you.

“go ahead, sweetheart. make uncle zeke feel good.”

at his permission to go, you nearly lunched forward, your pretty lips coated in sticky lipgloss instantly wrapping around the sensitive tip of his dick, making him groan deeply somewhere in the back of his throat.

you alternated between swirling your tongue around his cockhead and slowly sucking, as zeke put a cigarette between his lips, lightning it. normally, you hated the foul smell of nicotine and complained numerous times about how much you hated smokers but… the sight of it dangling between his thick fingers, as his other hand lost itself inside your hair, guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, awakened something deep in you, that you didn’t even know existed.

it didn’t help that while every other person reeking of smoke repulsed you, the same scent clinging to zeke brought you a sense of comfort. the fact that he also looked hot as fuck doing it, certainly didn’t hurt.

above you, the tall man made sure to let his eyes wander to your father from time to time, mostly keeping them locked on your lewd expression and your full lips wrapped around his cock though. he knew that the man a few feet away was a heavy sleeper, especially when drunk, so he wasn’t afraid of letting you know just how pleased he was with you.

“that’s a good girl. doing so good for me, want me to cum down your throat, sweetheart?”

you mumbled a small ‘please’ around his cock, causing him to groan huskily as your vocal cords vibrated against his sensitive tip. knowing he was almost there, you hallowed your cheeks and tightened your throat, wanting him to lose himself in the inviting warmth of your mouth.

as soon as zeke felt himself teetering at the edge, he couldn’t stop himself from quickly putting out the cig in his hand and holding your head still with his large palms as he started frantically thrusting up in your mouth. having zeke use you to chase his own high made you clench around nothing as you gagged around his length, doing your best to try and keep your jaw slack just so you could hear the man praising you again.

at the feeling of you choking on his cock, zeke’s head fell back as he moaned hoarsely, the sound going straight to the fire in the pit of your stomach already forming just from sucking him off and hearing his erotic grunts.

on the next thrust inside your warm, wet mouth, zeke emptied himself in the back of your throat with a low growl of ‘good fucking girl’, making you whine around his dick. the blond pulled you off as you started coughing, instructing you to ‘swallow, angel.’ being the whipped, little toy you did as you were told, looking up at him as you licked the remaining cum of your spit covered lips.

zeke smirked at your sensual display, whilst he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, only to push you against the dinner table and impatiently smash his lips against yours.

you had half the mind to think about how he didn’t even seem to care that his sticky cum still lingered in your mouth as he kissed you before your brain completely shut down because you were making out with zeke yeager.

strong palms wandered up your thighs under your short dress, cupping your ass while the flimsy fabric rode up as a consequence of his wandering hands. the display of strength as he easily lifted you up on the hard surface behind you, made your head spin. everything this man was doing had you weak in the knees and if you weren’t already seated, you were convinced your legs would’ve given out underneath you.

as yeager made room for himself between your thighs, spreading them in the process, your arms found their place around his broad shoulders, pulling him down even closer towards you as you tasted the whiskey and smoke on his slightly chapped lips. you could hear his soft chuckle at the displeased whimper you let out when he removed himself from you, before tracing his thumb faintly over your clothed clit. just that slightest contact with your puffy bundle of nerves had your hips twitching up, your face heating up at the obvious display of his effect on you.

“aww, is my slutty little baby desperate for her favorite uncle?”, he asked in mock empathy, ripping your tights like it was nothing, before his eyes soaked up the sight of your baby pink lace panties completely ruined by your slick.

“i see you were ready for something to happen today. were you hoping the little boy from earlier would fuck you?”, he almost snarled the question, before adding: “or were you hoping for me, bunny? are these pretty panties just for me?”

as your core gushed out more of your juices at the pet name, you obediently shook your head at his accusation of you dressing up for jean, mewling out: “y-you, daddy. only you.”

zeke closed his eyes to compose himself when his cock twitched alive once again at the sweet melody of you calling him daddy. he knew this was the point of no return. he could’ve stopped this before, he was sure of that, but not anymore. not when you oh so sweetly called out for your daddy to take care of you.

in one swift motion, your panties were gone and thrown into a dark corner of the kitchen, the only light illuminating the space coming from the turned-on lamp in the foyer from when you came home. forcing you to recline back as zeke lifted your legs up on his muscular shoulders, you shuddered as his hot breath hit your drenched pussy.

after just one kitten lick to your core, you heard zeke’s pleased hum, mumbling something along the lines of ‘just as sweet as you, bunny’, but you couldn’t tell for sure because the very next second he was diving tongue first into you, sucking, licking, and slurping like it’s his last meal. the moan that left you at his intense ministrations was downright pornographic and you could only clench around nothing as his large palm came up to silence you.

“as much as i’d love to listen to your cries, sweet thing, gonna wake your parents up if you keep at it”, he muttered against your sensitive clit, the vibrations only making you mewl against his hand.

your hands tried to find purchase somewhere, the hard surface of the table, your plush thighs, before your nails finally got a grasp of his blond locks, using the leverage as an advantage to push his face even further into your slick cunt.

the obscene, wet sounds that echoed in the room were making your face heat up, but the embarrassment didn’t stop you from grinding desperately against his tongue, his thick beard rubbing painfully but oh so deliciously against the delicate skin of your inner thighs.

when you felt two of his thick fingers probe at your entrance before pushing in, instantly hitting that one spot inside you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling against his head as you reached your peak around his digits. your back arched off the wooden table, thighs snugly pressing against the sides of his head, almost suffocating him in the process, while you moaned a long, high-pitched ‘daddy’ against his palm.

zeke yeager could proudly say that he’s had his fair share of women, but the sight of you, succumbing to the pleasure he was providing you with, was by far the most erotic he had the privilege of witnessing. the mix of your cross-eyed expression, your sloppy cunt clenching impossibly around his thick fingers and your body twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, only fueled his desire to see you go dumb on his fat cock.

a hard slap against the fat of your right thigh caused you to squeal, your legs sliding down from his shoulders, completely limp from all the spent energy. zeke leaned down, once again capturing your lips in a heated make out. his warm tongue still had the distinct taste of your release on it as it slipped between your lips, his full beard soaked in your juices scratching against your cheeks and chin, but you certainly didn’t mind as long as you could have him between your legs, mouths interlocked.

“wanna see your cute lil’ ass while i wreck you, bunny. can you turn around for daddy?”, he questioned, voice raspy, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and flipping you over on your stomach, ass pressed up against his crotch already. not being able to control yourself at another clear display that his muscles weren’t just for show, your hips automatically grinded back against his painfully hard cock.

another strong blow was delivered, this time to your bouncy behind, your small mewl echoing in the large space. “slutty, desperate whores aren’t appreciated here, bunny. thought you were daddy’s good, little girl? guess daddy was wrong about you”, zeke sighed in faux disappointment, knowing you would do anything for him to keep praising you.

“n-no! am your good, little girl! ‘m sorry, daddy, please don’t leave”, you practically sobbed out, to drunk on his touch to realize the manipulative undertone in his phrasing.

smirking victoriously, the blond tenderly smoothed his huge palm, with his fingers covered in your already dried up essences, over your ass check, his fat tip nudging against your soaked entrance, whilst he shh-ed you, promising that he’s ‘not gonna leave you bunny, ‘m all yours.’

at the promise of him belonging to you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, just as yeager decided to push his aching dick into your tight pussy. at the first bump against your gummy walls, you both knew no one would ever be able to compare. it was a tight fit as he continued to push past the resistance of your cunt, hissing at the continuous contractions around his sensitive cock. no way in hell, he thought to himself as he already had to hold himself back from cumming as if he were some virgin all over again.

when he finally bottomed out, his patience was close to non-existent, so without waiting for you to adjust, he started thrusting in you like a mad man. your hands flew out to grab the other edge of the wooden surface to have some kind of support, as his powerful thrusts made the whole table shake and drag across the tiled floor.

“’s too much, daddy! slow down!”, you wailed, knowing full well that this was exactly what you waited for all this time. the dark chuckle that left his panting and grunting mouth told you that he was also very aware of the fact that you didn’t actually want him to slow down, so the only reaction you got, besides his acknowledging chuckle, were his thrusts picking up in speed.

after another strong hit to your jiggling ass and a groan that sounded suspiciously like ‘such a perfect ass’, zeke leaned over you, completely covering you with his large frame. his hand found its way to your front, giving your tits a quick squeeze through your dress, before continuing its journey up, finally settling around your neck.

as it constricted around your neck, thick fingers expertly pressing against the pressure points, restricting the air flow oh so deliciously, your spit-covered lips fell open in a silent ‘o’, the act lurching you impossibly closer to your orgasm. at this point, the only coherent words you were able to formulate were ‘yes’, ‘daddy’ and ‘please’, causing the tall man’s chest to fill with pride at your dumbed out state.

“my cute, submissive, little bunny. have i fucked you stupid with my cock?”, he teased, only to get his confirmation by the lack of response on your side, too far gone to process that he asked a question.

the rhythmic clenching of your warm core reminded him that his dick was practically begging him to let it stuff you full of his sticky cum, so as his grip on your throat and hip tightened even more, he let his carnal desires take over as he rutted impossibly faster inside you.

every thrust caused his fat tip to poke harshly against your cervix, the feeling of pain only fueling your pleasure, as you silently took all your favorite uncle was giving you. somewhere in the back of your mind the thought of your father sleeping just in the next room flew around, but it quickly got fucked back out by zeke’s fat cock.

at the next rough plunge inside your warm walls and the low growl of ‘cum on daddy’s fucking cock, bunny’ directly beside your ear, you came undone with a loud moan of his name. you were pretty sure the force of your orgasm made you blackout for a second, because the next time you came to your senses, zeke was shooting his load inside your inviting cunt directly at your cervix, your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

you were exhausted. your whole body shook and twitched, your stomach hurt from being pressed against the edge of the dinner table for so long, sweat dripping down on the surface from your face and neck.

suddenly the room was way too quiet, safe for the heavy breathing and your occasional whimpers. slowly, zeke pulled out, only to spread your cheeks apart to take a good luck at your abused pussy pushing out his white cum. it slowly trickled down your legs, mixing with your leaked juices on the tiles beneath your feet.

not having the energy to move, you let the blond male pull down your dress back over your ass, listening to the rustle of fabric and belt clicking as he got dressed again. just as he gently helped you stand-up again, you could hear a yawn coming from the doorway that led to the living room.

“what’re you both doing?”, your half-awake father asked as he made his way through the kitchen past you to get to the foyer. your nails dug into zeke’s muscular forearms as the panic of getting caught formed in the pit of your stomach, only to hear the older man murmur a casual, seemingly sleepy ‘she just got home, gonna go sleep now’, as though he wasn’t blowing out your back just a few minutes prior.

with an unsuspecting ‘’aight, night you two’, your dad disappeared in the shared bedroom with your sleeping mother.

“fuck”, you breathed out, stressed at almost being caught and your legs buckling, only for zeke’s strong arms to hold you up right.

“hey, look at me, angel”, the male softly demanded, gaze tender as your eyes met his. “i’ll bring you to bed and clean up here, okay? don’t worry about a thing.”

a sleepy, but happy smile stretched itself across your lips at him caring for you so deeply.

“open your mouth, sweetheart.”

without second-guessing the request, you obediently opened your mouth, only to feel his saliva hit your outstretched tongue. the taste made you mewl needily as you realized what it all meant. you were his and he was yours.

zeke chuckled, amused by your blissed out expression, before pecking your lips, picking you up and caring you to your room with you mumbling a satisfied ‘best birthday ever’ against his neck.

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dilf (and love) | knj | m

pairing: kim namjoon x oc

genre: fluff, domestic fluff, smut, established relationship, marriage and kids lol

warnings: light dom/sub themes, pregnancy kink, penetrative sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), DILF JOON

words: 6, 702

summary: it's been too long since you and namjoon had time to yourselves

“God take that thing away from me!” You whine as you smother your face with your hands.

Jin pins you with a dry look as he catches a glimpse of ‘that thing’ who is looking up at you with big eyes and a toothless grin.

“That thing is your child …” Jin says blandly.

“That thing is ruining my sex life.” You narrow your eyes at Chanmi as she babbles some incoherent words with her ten-month-old vocabulary. You’d think as the daughter and apple of Kim Namjoon’s eye that she’d be able to read, write and speak sixteen languages at the age of one.

You still allow Chanmi to wrap her chubby fingers around your thinner ones and you can’t help but coo at your daughter. While she may have been the one thing that disrupted any intimate moment between you and Namjoon, you would fight anyone that would ever dare to mess with her. Your own husband included.

“Please, spare the details,” Jin mutters under his breath as he watches Chanmi fondly as she attempts to tug at your sleeve in hopes of getting your attention. You squeeze her cheeks before lifting her up in your arms and hold her close to your chest. You whine because she smells so … fresh. Just like a little bread baby that was all yours.

God, you loved her.

“My old sex life brought me this angel.” You grin up at your daughter who just smiles at you, unknowing of the context of your words.

“Can you stop using such vulgar words in front of your child?” Jin scolds you but doesn’t do anything much to take Chanmi out of your grasp.

You roll your eyes.

“She’s like 300 days old. She doesn’t even know how to shit at a decent hour let alone understand what sex is. Penis in vagina. Destroying pussy. A hole in one. Railing—”

Jin slaps his hand over your mouth to get you to stop talking as he glares at you.

“Why did my brother marry a heathen like you.” Jin seethes.

You shrug nonchalantly as you turn your head to see your dumbhead yet smart-ass husband that was attempting to glue back the shards of glass from the wine glass he broke earlier in hopes of you not realising.

“He needed to put his 148 IQ to good use and I’m the best investment his finance major ever got him.”

“The only good thing that came out of your marriage is this cutie.” Jin coos at his niece and you have half the mind to withdraw his Chanmi visiting card because whenever he was over all he did was berate you and your … unique ways of parenting.

But Jin would still say he cared for you as far as a brother-in-law would but with the added benefit of the fact that he was your best friend before he became your brother-in-law. You were an interesting character, to say the least, and the only reason you managed to befriend Jin was due to the fact that you didn’t know what boundaries meant and had invaded his personal space on the first day of lectures when you leaned over him to throw something at a know-it-all. Jin had been annoyed, but then an unlikely friendship bloomed out of the mutual distaste for ‘Howard from Accounting’.

He introduced you to Namjoon just because he thought that it was hilarious that you and his brother were polar opposites. Jin didn’t even expect the two of you to get along with each other let alone fall in love, but life had a funny way of saying ‘fuck you and your expectations’ to Jin when he least expected it.

The only thing that he regrets is the fact that now he had to listen to both you and his brother whine about your sex life, or lack thereof after the two of you became parents. Being a mother was hard because there was no manual to tell you what was right or wrong when it came to your baby but the experience itself. When you first fed Chanmi softened shrimp in her meals and caused an allergic reaction; you cried for hours straight because you felt like you should’ve just known.

Namjoon was a good partner and an even better father because he was understanding. The first few months postpartum he respected the fact that you weren’t ready to show your body to him because of the way it changed after giving birth to Chanmi, and he never told you that you were in your head for feeling that way. He validated all your feelings through all the rough edges that you gave him when you were going through your own things.

You finally felt comfortable to get naked around Namjoon at the five-month mark where your sex drive returned to that of when you were in your early twenties and just begun knowing how to truly enjoy sexual intimacies with a partner, but a five-month-old baby didn’t allow for much intimacy with your hot ass husband either.

It sucked because Namjoon had always been broad and very dad-like, and after he officially became a father to Chanmi you just felt like salivating over him every waking second you got because … God … Namjoon was a gift from the God’s themselves. Whenever you saw the way he handled Chanmi with absolute gentleness and care you felt like dropping to your knees and sucking the soul out of him. It didn’t help that he wore his glasses every night when he tucked her into bed and read her Shakespeare because it would ‘help with development’. You loved your husband but he was a little excessive.

“Oh God stop drooling over my brother!” Jin grimaces when he sees the bedroom eyes you were shooting Namjoon from where the two of you were with Chanmi.

You sigh dreamily and lean against your palm as you check out Namjoon’s ass.

“I can’t help that your brother and my husband has an ass like that.” You click your tongue.

Chanmi giggles again and it’s like a bell chiming at your favourite cafe when you cuddle her closer, feeling comfort in her scent. She smelt just like home and bubbles.

“How about I give you a sibling, huh?” You whisper to Chanmi who just opens her mouth to babble. Jin on the other hand facepalms himself and sighs.

“You’re insufferable.”

“I’m horny.” You shrug.

“Correction: you’re insufferable on a daily basis but absolutely horrifying to deal with when you’re horny.” He sneers.

“I just need to bed him and I’ll be fine.” You drawl, as your husband who spent the better half of your conversation fixing the wine glass grins to himself with his dimples when he finally placed the last piece of glass back into place. He was so meticulous and cute for the wrong reasons.

“Jesus, stop …” Jin groans.

“Jesus would definitely tell me to go get that dick because I deserve it.” You pat yourself on the back and wince slightly when you smell the telltale signs of Chanmi’s poop permeating the air.

“Say … would Yoongi mind having Chanmi over your place for the weekend?” Jin recognizes the devious expression you have on your face and knows that there’s no way out of it.

“I don’t have a choice do I?” Jin sighs.

You shake your head.

“Nope. Cause’ I texted Yoongi yesterday and said he totally wants to see his niece. The baby bag is all ready to go and it’s in the nursery.” You cock your thumb to the room down the hallway and Jin thinks to himself of all the reasons why he shouldn’t have introduced you to his brother at all seven years back.

“It’s weird without her …” Namjoon frowns as the two of you stand in the nursery as if you were mourning the loss of your child. It felt a lot like it, though.

The two of you never spent more than a few hours away from Chanmi ever since she was born and it felt weird to not smell her vomit from the kitchen or hear her giggles as you cooked dinner. You missed Namjoon and the spark you had in the first years of your relationship but you also felt a little empty without Chanmi’s presence with you.

“I miss her.” You whine into Namjoon’s chest and he clutches you tightly as if to say that he mirrored your sentiment.

“Should we call them?” You look up at him with wide eyes and he smoothes the frown lines on your forehead and chuckles, offering a gentle kiss to your temples.

“We called fifteen minutes ago, remember?” He chides you gently.

You huff, “I just … it’s so quiet. Where are my baby babbles?” You pout.

Namjoon sighs and rubs his thumb comfortingly on your arm when you look around at the purple nursery with reminders of your daughter that wasn’t currently with you.

“Let’s enjoy what we have, okay love?” Namjoon offers, “I miss Chanmi too but I miss this too.”

You smile at him the way he first fell in love with you years ago and leans down to place a peck onto your lips.

“I miss having you all to myself.” He whispers against your lips and you shiver at the way his broadness is clouding all your senses.

“You always have me Joon.” You tell him in a tone as soft as his.

His chest rumbles when he laughs and you feel so warm in the comfort of your husband's arms and you felt it too. Besides the physical aspect of having sex with him, you missed holding him like this without a care in the world. Most of your cuddle sessions were left to the nights you slept next to each other in bed because the two of you were either exhausted with work or trying to care for Chanmi. It’s been a long time since you could just feel Namjoon’s presence with you.

“Besides … we can finally, you know …” He mumbles shyly into your hair and the devil horns that you hide most of the time reappear.

“What, Joon?” You smirk up at him, hands trailing slowly down his chest.

Your husband was so big that every room he walked into he basically commanded the attention of every single person that would come across him. That’s what happens when you’re six foot and broad like him. But you loved the fact that you were the only one that got to see the much softer side to him that he didn’t just show anyone. The fact that he was the CEO of his own company made his persona ever more intimidating than he actually was but you knew he was a huge softie on the inside.

The two of you were very different in many senses. From your personalities to the way you approached conflict. Namjoon was very diplomatic but you were anything but. He was truly the most empathetic and understanding person you’ve met in your entire life and you’ve seen a total of ten therapists in your teenage years. Namjoon was the balance that levelled your temper and uninhibited tendencies to always be the loudest person in every room. With every time you snarked at someone who pushed your buttons came Namjoon that placed a gentle hand on your back with a soft whisper of comfort.

In fact, most people thought the two of you would have never lasted. You heard those mean girls in college that made petty bets on the fact that you’d probably end up leaving him because you were too much of a bitch to deal with someone as kind as Namjoon. You remembered most of your fights being about your insecurities and how you always thought that Namjoon deserved better and with him telling you that you were the one for him.

Looking back, you laugh because the two of you were theoretically horrible for each other but exactly what the other needed. Namjoon needed someone free-spirited enough to manage his meticulous tendencies and you needed someone willing to see you for more than your erratic behaviour.

“What’s that pretty head of yours thinking about?” Namjoon hums when he realises you’re not paying attention to him anymore. He clasps your hands together to bring back your attention to him as you look up at him with eyes so full of love.

“Just reminiscing on the old days.” You tell him and he snorts.

“You say that as if we’re ancient.”

“You’re not fooling anyone. I heard your joints cracking when you bent down to pick up the strands of hair on the floor.” You tease.

“And who’s fault is it that I’m constantly bending over to pick up strands of hair because she sheds like a cat?” He retorts playfully.

“We’re both old.” You pout, playing with his fingers and admiring the glimmer of his wedding ring. You can’t believe you bagged a man like Namjoon.

“I still got it, though.” He adds thoughtfully and you raise an eye at his comment.

“Got what?”

“My game.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you suggestively and you burst out laughing because it was so on-brand for Namjoon to make a comment like that but blush when you got a little more touchy-feely with him when he least expected it.

“How about you show me then?” You whisper as you turn around to press yourself against his chest, ensuring that your cleavage was on full show to his line of vision when he looks down at you.

“Did I ever tell you how much I love your tits after the pregnancy?” He tells you breathily and you snort.

“So you didn’t like my tits before I gave birth to your child?”

He rolls his eyes and reaches his hands below your thighs to lift you up so that you could wrap your legs around his waist. The way he could effortlessly carry you and lift you up always made your heart and nether regions flutter because he was so big that he basically towered over you. Especially when he became a dad it was like his hot factor exploded exponentially. He basically became the epitome of a dilf.

“You and your mouth,” He tsks as he carries you out of the nursery and into your bedroom, “I just may need to shut you up.”

You whine into his chest before he tosses you down onto your mattress as he towers over you, looking over your body like you were the finest piece of art he’s ever seen. Namjoon always had ways to make you feel like a million bucks even though you were in an old camisole and your old college varsity sweatpants.

“Why don’t you do it then?” You tease back.

You were different from the women that Namjoon has been with prior to your seven-year-long relationship as most of them were pliant and quiet, and took whatever he gave to them. Don’t get him wrong, he loved playing the dominant character in bed but he also needed a brat to push his buttons and it was exactly what you were. Even if the two of you were so fundamentally different in personalities, the two of you were definitely sexually compatible.

“Flip over.” He demands and you whine before reluctantly turning over.

“I want to see you.” You whine petulantly.

You feel him rather than have him verbally respond to you because he delivers a tight slap to your ass as you gasp at the impact. He rubs his hands soothingly over your butt cheeks and squeezes them as he leans over your body, crowding your back with his body heat.

“Don’t be a brat ___.” He sneers into your ear and the moan is stuck on your throat when you feel him drag his hands all over your body until it reaches under your body to reach for your tits.

“Fuck. I love your tits.” He groans.

Namjoon’s hands immediately trail down your body until they reach the hem of your shorts and you wiggle your ass back at him teasingly. You hear him growl and you always knew that Namjoon was an ass man and your ass made him weak.

“Need I remind you that you’re in no position to tease, sweetheart?” He whispers into your ear and you feel the goosebumps erupt on the surface of your skin.

“Fuck. Please—Joon, touch me.” You gasp as you feel him pull down your shorts to be greeted with a cheeky pair of panties that left little to imagine of what hides underneath. Your husband had the talent of getting you obscenely wet without doing much and it’s proven again when you feel the uncomfortable ache between your legs as he flips your body over once again to get a good glimpse of your heaving body, as well as the stain on your panties.

His knuckles trace the inner side of your thigh carefully as he avoids the place you need him the most while you feel more wetness pool at your entrance. You’ve been deprived of his touch for way too long and that caused your sensitive reactions to anything that he did. You missed his fingers so much and having him so close yet so far away from your pussy was destroying your restraint.

“Namjoon p-please!” You cry when he finally cups your mound with his large palm.

He digs the heel of his palm straight into your clit as you arch your back and let out a low moan.

“So wet baby and I’ve barely done anything.” He taunts you with the low baritone of his voice.

“You make me so wet Joonie.” You pant when you feel him grind his palm into your clit some more, providing the satisfying friction that you’ve been craving.

The feeling doesn’t last long because he’s hastily removing your panties from your legs and tosses them somewhere over his shoulder. His face is directly in front of your pussy and you can’t help but feel flustered at the proximity of his breath to your hole. You’ve done this a million times before but the familiarity is slightly lost due to the time between the last and the present.

“Where’s the brat that couldn’t shut her mouth before, hm?” He mumbles and you feel every breath against your pussy. You squirm and feel his large hands wrap around your thighs, locking you into position so you wouldn’t be able to move.

“It’s just been so—ah—long,” You tell him breathily.

“Too long. Missed this pussy.” He says as a parting gift before he dives straight into your clit and begins to lap rounds over the hardened bud. You let out a high pitched moan at the pleasure he was providing you with just his tongue alone, and the way that he knew just where to focus on your clit with tense figure-eights.

“Ah—ah, fuck—Joon!” You groan as your hands wrap around his hair to tug at it. You feel him moan against your pussy, which sends vibrations up to your core and causes more wetness to pool at your centre.

Namjoon is relentless when he digs his hands harder into the meat of your thighs to prevent you from moving too much as he continues to suction on your clit, focusing his attention on it as much as he could. After years of being together, he just knew what you loved and this was it.

You liked it messy. Wet and fast, and Namjoon always gave it to you good. He pulls away momentarily so he could look up at you with a hooded gaze and you let out a high pitched whine when you see the glistening of his chin all the way up to his nose with the signs of your wetness staining him. His fingers run up your thighs teasingly and you shift under his ministrations only for him to smack your right thigh harshly.

“If you move you don’t get to cum.” He threatens you and you immediately still your body with the impossible threat.

You feel his fingers run up and down on your slit as he gathers all your wetness into one place, hovering slightly over your clit. You have to keep your whine to a minimum because Namjoon got real mean when he wanted to. But he was a good lover—so good.

Your hole is throbbing with a need to be filled, and your husband picks up on that immediately as he prods your entrance with the tip of his index finger. You attempt to grind down on him as you make eye contact with the dark eyes that threaten to take away your orgasm.

“I said. Don’t. Move.” He reminds you.

You whimper in silence as he teases your hole a little more before he decides to return home into the warmth of your walls. The moment that barrier was broken, you feel him go straight for the hook as he reaches his index finger all the way up until his knuckles. You hear Namjoon hiss under his breath as he begins prodding your walls until he finds—

“Fuck—there, Joon—ah!” You gasp, head tilting backwards when your husband finds your g-spot.

Namjoon smirks to himself and slides another finger in to hook them upwards into your g-spot, unmoving as he stills himself against the area; causing pure, unaltered pleasured to run through your veins. You’re vibrating and twitching all at once because you can’t control the involuntary response that comes with your husband's demon fingers that are causing every possible pleasurable feeling to run through your system.

You can’t keep the moan to yourself either as Namjoon looks at you with awe, but you miss it because your eyes are too busy being rolled to the back of your head at the way Namjoon skilfully thrusts into your pussy.

“H-Harder, p-please Joon—wanna cum so bad.” You moan and run your fingers through his hair to bring his mouth closer to your mound.

He lowly chuckles and shakes his head at your sex drive. And the next thing he does next nearly makes you cum on the spot.

The way he gathers his spit at the back of his throat was borderline pornographic as you see the way his throat revs up. He drops the glob of spit directly onto your clit and uses the hand that wasn’t in your pussy to spread the lubricant all over your slit. He purposefully grazes your clit but doesn’t apply enough pressure to make your head spin, but just enough for you to whine in want.

“Your pussy is so pretty love.” He coos, leaning into your mound to deliver kitten-licks to your clit, and the warmth of his tongue with the added addition of his fingers feels all too much.

“J-Joon!” You gasp when you feel him thrust his fingers rapidly in and out of your pussy that your body hitched up the surface of the bed. Every thrust was accompanied by the direct assault of his tongue on your clit as he presses down on the hardened bud with the purpose to drive you closer to your orgasm.

You were painfully close, and the precision of his fingers at your g-spot allows you to revel in the way the coil in your body is ready to snap, so close to release. Namjoon leans down so that his head is where you love him the most, between your thighs as he scores the final goal and presses his tongue against your clit.

“Oh my god Joon—fuck—s-so good—I’m gonna cum!” Your back arches off the bed uselessly because of the way that Namjoon uses his other hand to pin you down, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach.

“Come for me pretty girl.” He coos against your clit and the vibrations is what sends you over the edge.

He fucks his fingers into you as you orgasm, kitten licking your clit with just enough pressure for you to whine as you buck your hips up into his mouth involuntarily.

“Fuck. Baby—hurts.” You whine, pushing his head away from your pussy when the overstimulation gets to you.

Namjoon places one last teasing peck on your clit, which causes you to twitch and pinch his neck as he chuckles, dragging his hand up your body to bring you closer to him.

“Still got it, hm?” He whispers against the column of your neck as you roll your eyes.

“Just kiss me you fool.” You pull him in for a kiss, and your tongue immediately finds its place home in Namjoon’s mouth.

It’s probably because it’s been so long since the two of you could feel each other like this, without any rush to get it over with but with the freedom to enjoy each other’s bodies as much as you’d like. Namjoon’s hands were the truth of that as he trails his arms down the sides of your waist and tugs you closer to him by your hips until he reaches for the hem of your camisole to tug it off your body.

He grabs the mounds of flesh in his hands and squeezes them hard enough to cause another gush of wetness to drip down the side of your thighs and onto his sweatpants. Besides the fact that he delivered a mind-blowing orgasm to you, the stained wetness of his sweatpants from his pre-cum and your slick is enough for you to push him down onto the bed.

“I’m gonna suck your cock.” You kiss him on the lips one last time before you’re leaning down to palm him over his sweatpants.

He hisses above you and grabs the back of your neck lovingly that it has you snorting.

“You know if you’re laughing at my dick my feelings are going to be very hurt,” Namjoon says from above you.

“It’s just …” You shake your head and giggle as you clench your fist around the outline of Namjoon’s cock as he lets out a low breath of approval at your action.

“You used to shove my head onto your cock the moment I reached your pants and now you’re so soft.” You tease.

You hear his breath hitch and the grip on your neck tighten at your taunting words. The excitement already pooling in your stomach at the roughness that would ensue from your husband.

“Me? Soft? Is that what you want baby?” His tone is warning and you know he’s serious.

You shake your head as you look up at him with innocent eyes, a stark contrast to the hand that continues to fondle his balls over his sweatpants.

“Don’t be a bitch and take my cock out.” He sneers, and you smile to yourself cheekily—knowing you hit a sore spot.

You happily oblige as you pull Namjoon’s sweats down to be greeted with your husbands cock. The visual itself has your pussy throbbing, and every time you’re faced with it, you always burn with the prospect of his thick cock pounding into your pussy.

“Now suck it like a good girl.” He guides your head towards his dick but you’re proactive enough to fully start licking at his tip, tongue teasing his slit as you hear him let out a low groan.

Your eyes are locked on his figure, as his head is thrown back. You want to grind on the sheets but you know that would delay him fucking you so you decide against it. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate the visual that your husband was giving you from where you were.

Namjoon had always been handsome. But there’s something about seeing him throw his head back in pleasure because of you that has your stomach churning with pride. You’d shamelessly admit that you were more on the possessive side, purely because you knew there were many men and women out there who desired Namjoon in more ways than one; and you didn’t like sharing one bit.

You spit onto his dick as your hands worked the rest of the length that you didn’t engulf in your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks to create a suction. Your tongue begins to tease the underside of his shaft, the way he likes the most and you know he’s enjoying your focus there because the hand that grips your neck is now tightly clutching your hair in a fist.

“Fuck. That’s it, baby.” He groans.

Motivated by the praise, you sink deeper, hands resting on his thick thighs as you push yourself until your nose reaches his pelvis. You’ve taken his cock like a champion on many occasions, and you can only thank him for that like the numerous times he had to guide you down on his cock were probably the only reason why your tiny throat could welcome his thick girth.

The sounds of you chocking on his dick was a lot for Namjoon, mainly because he couldn’t get enough of his wife but also because he’s been waiting out to bust a nut down your throat—actually your pussy—so long that he can’t handle the onslaught of pleasure your mouth brings him.

“Baby—baby,” He tugs you off his cock and the redness around your cheeks with the tears that pool at your waterline is enough to make his heart soar. Even though you were nasty in bed, he loved every single part of your forwardness.

“Your mouth is amazing but I need to cum in your pussy.” He tells you.

You whine at his declaration and allow him to manhandle you until you were face down ass up, ass pressed tightly against his pelvis as you grind your wet cunt over the hardness of his dick.

“Fuck—you’re so wet, baby. You like sucking my cock?” He growls, arms reaching around your stomach to pull your body flush against his chest.

When you reach your hand to wrap around his head to balance yourself, you see a view of your bodies together in your mirror. Courtesy of when you first moved in and due to you and Namjoon’s egocentric tendencies of wanting to see you guys fucking each other.

“S-So much Joon.” You garble.

His hand reach down to cup your mound and digs his palm into your clit as you grind down against his hand. You feel him loosely trace over your clit to gather your wetness into his hand to lather it over his dick.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good.” He whispers in your ear when he lines his cock against your entrance.

You whine, excitement erupting inside of you—until he finally slides it.

It definitely takes you by surprise because your husband was big. And the fact that you haven’t had his dick in you for months made it much more of a pleasant surprise when he bottoms out completely in one swift thrust of his hips, which causes your body to fall forward as your hands grip the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck. This tight pussy’s mine, right?” He growls.

You nod your head into the sheets as he begins with a few experimental thrusts as you adjust to the slight, yet pleasurable, sting in your lower half.

Until you squeeze his hand on your hip to give him the go, Namjoon settles for slow thrusts into your pussy, but it’s enough to prod at your pleasurable spot because not only is Namjoon smart, kind, funny, handsome and ridiculously a great father—he is phenomenal at sex. Probably why he knocked you up on the night of your honeymoon with your bundle of joy.

Namjoon begins snapping his hips into yours relentlessly like a man starved, and starved he was. He’s missed the wet heat of your pussy; and God did he love your daughter—but he missed this—your pussy.

“F-Fuuuuu—” You’re heaving.

Namjoon continues to thrust into your pussy, angling his hips upwards so that he’d reach places deeper than ever as your eyes roll to the back of your heart in pleasure.

“Fuck—this—tight—pussy—” His words follow the sharpness of his thrusts and you don’t even know where to grab because all your sensations are heightened, especially when Namjoon reaches a hand down to your clit to begin rubbing it vigorously.

“Nam—Joon!”

You’re so wet that the squelch of his thrusts is echoed in your bedroom, and the only thing you hear besides that is your loud moans and the heavy breathing coming from Namjoon.

It’s only when he plants his knees firmly into the mattress and brings your hips to meet his thrusts is when you feel your pussy clench uncontrollably around his cock as you wail out his name.

“Fuck, baby—you’re clenching—so—hard.” He groans, pushing his hips deeper into your pussy.

“Love your cock,” You moan, “Fuck—Joon, please—fuck your cum into me.”

“Yeah?” He grits his teeth and flips your over effortlessly, dragging your leg over his shoulder as he begins pounding into you even harder as he admires the way your face contorts in pleasure.

“Yeah.” You nod your head like a sex-crazed maniac because your husband was just too good with his hips.

“Gonna give you another baby.” He whispers when he leans down into your face as your eyes widen at his declaration. Your pussy reacts too, gushing out even more wetness as it becomes tighter around Namjoon’s cock.

“Fuck. You like that idea? A sibling for Chan’?” He grinds his pelvis into your clit as his words spur your second orgasm for the night on.

“No shit?” You gasp when he revs up his spit in the back of his throat, looking at your mouth invitingly.

“Yeah,” He says breathlessly, and you open your mouth to welcome his tongue when he drops the glob of spit down your throat.

You whine, feeling your orgasm coming so closely.

“Fuck Joon—I’m gonna cum.” You gasp.

You feel Namjoon’s hips stutter and you know he’s coming soon too.

“Me too baby.” He tells you while giving you the set of most adoring eyes ever. Even as he’s fucking you into the next dimension, Namjoon makes you feel so utterly loved and whole that you can’t imagine spending the rest of your life with anyone else.

He snaps his hips the hardest he’s ever done throughout the entire night, and you feel your pussy throb so much; signalling to you and Namjoon that your release was right there.

“Baby—I’m gonna—I’m gonna c-cum,” You grab onto his shoulder to pull him closer to you.

He welcomes it and leaves open mouth kisses onto your mouth as he fucks into you like a mad man.

“Cum.”

That’s all it takes for you to reach an explosive orgasm, one that quite literally causes you to blank out for a second because while Namjoon’s hot cum spurts into your pussy short after you came, he feels your body go limp in his embrace; causing his eyes to widen.

Only until you’re blinking up at him dazedly is when he holds you to his chest, as you feel his chest rumble when he chuckles.

“Baby … I thought you died.” He cards a hand through your hair and you smile at him, stupidly in love.

“If I die because of your dick I’d be happy.” You grin at him cutely. And he scoffs at the way you look so cute after you’ve been fucked to hell and back.

“My horny little monster,” He flicks your forehead as you bring him close to your chest, his dick still settled inside of you. But there was a sort of intimacy that you couldn’t quite put words to, but welcomed the gesture nevertheless.

“Were you serious?” You ask after a while of sharing a few intimate pecks to each others’ lips.

He finally pulls out to roll on his side as he reaches over to pull your close to his chest. He raises an eyebrow at your expression when you feel his cum leak out of you.

“God you really didn’t jack off recently, did you?” You ask.

He pecks you on the nose as he quickly tugs clean boxers over his legs and disappears into your on-suite. You sigh to yourself dreamily, thinking of how lucky you were to be with someone as loving and compassionate as Namjoon was.

You weren’t necessarily unlucky when it came to your relationships prior to him, but there would always be dealbreakers that caused splits to be more bitter than neutral. Namjoon was the only man in your life that you could speak to without fearing any judgement from because he wasn’t like that. He knew how to make you feel wanted and also how to want yourself, all while being your best friend and partner.

When he returns, he returns with a damp cloth and immediately begins cleaning up the mess between your thighs, even as he cheekily mentions how there was more from where that came from as you slap him on the shoulder.

Once he ensures he’s satisfied, he tosses the cloth into the laundry basket and grabs a big t-shirt of his to slip it over your body. You hum in satisfaction as his scent overwhelms you, even more so when he tugs you close to his body and he looks at you with all the love in the world.

“You asked if I was serious earlier?” He repeats your question and you nod your head looking up at him.

“Yeah.” You let out a breathy smile when he leans down to pull your face towards his own as you admire all the freckles and pores on his skin, fingers tracing loosely over the wrinkles that come with age.

“I know it’s sudden but … I’ve been thinking about our family and—I want our family to become bigger.” He tells you like it’s a secret. You know he’s been mulling over it for quite a while because he looks a little unsure of himself, but all you can do is smile widely at him.

“Really?” You ask, playing with the hair on the back of his neck when you feel his fingers trace over the skin on your back.

“Of course. I love you, and I love Chanmi. I’ve always wanted kids and you brought the best gift in my life to me and … I can’t explain how happy I am when I’m with the two of you.” He smiles at you gently.

You don’t know if it’s because he just fucked you so good, or was it because you were lovesick, but your eyes water because Namjoon was Namjoon.

“But—if you’re not ready then I understand and we can—”

“Yes.” You interrupt him.

His eyes widen as you see the excitement begin to pour into his irises.

“Wait—really?” He asks innocently.

You nod your head and kiss him on the lips softly, no rush as he returns the gesture, holding you close onto his chest where you feel the best in his arms.

“Yes really. I want what you want. And I think it’s about time Chanmi gets a sibling, no?” You tease.

He groans like you’re unreal as he buries his head into the crook of your neck as you caress him gently. Namjoon was really just like an oversized baby and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“When?” He asks.

You tease your fingertips down to his chest and offer him a knowing look.

“Now?” You feign indifference but you can see the wide grin he sports on his face.

“Fuck. Don’t say that. I think my dick is going to fall off at how hard I fucked you just now,” He whined.

“You’re getting old,” You massage his shoulders as he sighs.

“I am …” He acknowledges, “But we’ll grow old together, right?”

The prospect of a future of unknowns with Namjoon only makes your heart bloom. You nod your head, not another word need to be uttered as he holds you in his arms, excited for what’s to come.

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summary: jungkook is a man of mystery and you take him on a date.

pairing: “badboy” jk x “shy/reserved” oc

warnings: cursing, alc, excessive use of pet names, a shitty relationship, unprotected sex (pls use protection, these two are being foolish) , some choking, grinding, making out, oral

word count: ~6.3k

a/n: if you want to be tagged, send an ask plz. would love to hear your thoughts. a big thank you to @cutechim for creating the texts for me lmao<33

***

Jungkook remains tight-lipped about what it was he had done over the weekend, when he had gone with Jin and Mina to a tattoo convention a few hours away. They had ended up staying the night there, and while Jungkook wanted to ask you to come with him, he wondered if it was too soon to ask. After all, you were both still enjoying each other’s company at your own sweet pace.

Eventually his little secret gets put on the back burner for the rest of the week. You were supposed to get bubble tea with him on Tuesday, but unfortunately a last minute work issue with your client and your application came up. You’d ended up working late, your eyes screaming in fatigue and went straight to bed that evening. He had understood, of course he did.

On Thursday, he was supposed to grab lunch with you at a cafe that he thought you might like, but this time it was him who had a conflict. His older sister had showed up to the tattoo parlor without any prior notice. She does this every so often, when things aren’t going well with her on again, off again shitty “boyfriend”.

Jungkook had sighed, cancelling on lunch with you to spend time with Jooyeon and comfort her with fried chicken and ice cream. You had sent an understanding thumbs up and a promise to call him later and end up having lunch with your work wife, Kira instead.

Kira who doesn’t fail to point out the glow in your cheeks and your general aura, even though it’s been nearly a week and a half since you saw Jungkook last. You roll your eyes and ignore the flames in your cheeks (and her laughter), and change the subject to your work projects. She tells you about some of the coding issues and compliance issues she’s been having with her software, and you tell her about the hours you’ve been pouring into your application for your client.

It doesn’t bother you that Jungkook hadn’t asked if you wanted to meet his sister. After all, he’d told you bits and pieces about her and her relationship. And in the last few weeks, your relationship has blossomed so beautifully. There was no reason to rush, you think. You’ll meet her hopefully under better circumstances for her.

Jungkook spends most of the evening with Jooyeon, letting her cry herself to sleep in his bed. His sister hardly ever cries like this, with sobs full of pain and hurt because of another man. But it’s been happening too much lately, too many fights and too much of Joo losing herself. It makes Jungkook see red more often than not. He knows what you’d say- that she needs him more than anything else and to not be so impulsive.

He makes sure Joo eats a warm meal before she falls asleep and he shoots you a text:

Jungkook: baby

You: hi

You: everything ok?

Jungkook: no, joo’s bf is a fkin asshole

Jungkook: she’s sleeping

Jungkook: miss u

You: im sorry baby :( can i call you?

He jumps at the chance, the sound of your voice and sight of your pretty face on video call instantly calming him. Jungkook is sure to wear a beanie to hide his surprise for you (but you don’t question it. After all, you’ve seen him in beanies plenty of times before and it’s dim in the apartment.) He moves to the couch, asking softly for you to tell him about your day. You recount every single detail from memory, shifting under your covers to tell him about how you had nearly stumbled down the stairs in front of your manager’s manager because you had missed a step.

It pulls a soft laugh from him.

“Jungkook,” You say quietly, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t even know what to say,” Jungkook sighs, “She’s just… Byung-woo and her have had this on and off thing for years now. He won’t commit to her and she just refuses to see him for what he is. Like, when it’s good, it’s really good. But when it’s bad, it’s awful. I wish she’d fucking see it for herself. I don’t know what to do anymore, baby.”

“Oh, baby,” You murmur, wishing you could hug him, “All you can do is be there for her but be honest with her. She’ll come around soon, hopefully. It’s hard to see past a shitty person sometimes, when all you want is for them to love you.”

“I hope so, too,” Jungkook says, “She’d love you, you know?”

“Who wouldn’t?”

“Don’t get a big head,” Jungkook chuckles, “Maybe you can meet her someday. Under better circumstances, I mean.”

“Really? You want me to meet your older sister?” You ask softly, feeling a little flustered, “That’s serious.”

“I told you, baby,” Jungkook soothes, “I’m serious about you.”

“Yeah. Seriously crazy about me,” You giggle to yourself. You know if Jungkook was with you, he’d flick your forehead.

“It’s true,” He murmurs, “Maybe I can see you this weekend?”

“Yeah, you still have to show me what you did over the weekend! Take care of Jooyeon first,” You reply, “Let me know if you need anything. I’ll drop stuff off, just tell me.”

“I will,” Jungkook promises, “Sleep well, I miss you.”

“Sleep well. I miss you.”

***

Jooyeon ends up leaving on Saturday morning after a lecture from Jungkook and with determined resolve in her eyes. You jump at the chance to take him out tonight, knowing how stressed he’s been the last few days.

You: be ready at 6:30 tn, im taking u out. and dress slutty

Jungkook doesn’t know how to interpret your text when he reads it. He considers asking Mina and Mei what this means, but ultimately leaves it alone. Replying to your message with a quick thumbs up, he busies himself with getting ready to see you (and surprising you, finally after a full week of wanting to show you what he had done.)

Once you parallel park your car (which takes far too long than you’d like to admit), you grab the small bouquet of purple roses that you had gotten for Jungkook and text him saying that you’ll be up in a few minutes.

Taehyung had caught you struggling to parallel park, and had told Jungkook with a snicker. Which earned him a punch to the arm.

There wasn’t a particular reason that you had chosen to get purple roses for him, other than the fact that they reminded you of him. You hope he likes them.

Jungkook hears a soft knock at the door, and can already envision you behind it. He hopes you like his surprise, the one he’s been teasing you for a week about. You had given no hints of what you would be wearing- you had only sent him one selfie that didn’t give much of a hint into your outfit. He has no doubt that you’ll look gorgeous, but still.

Maybe Jungkook’s nerves shouldn’t be this intense, but he can’t help it. He swings the front door open, only to be greeted by you swaying on your feet with your hands held behind your back. His heart throbs when you pull your hands apart and present him with a beautiful bouquet of purple roses.

How ironic.

“Hello,” You say with a small smile, suddenly feeling a little shy and gasping when your eyes land on his hair, “Wow. You weren’t kidding…”

His hair is tied back into a ponytail, but it’s unmistakably elegant and so violet. Two neat pieces of his newly dyed hair fall into his face effortlessly, but then your gaze reaches the piercing on his left eyebrow. Your lips remain parted in surprise and without thinking, you reach up to touch his hair. It’s still soft, as it always is.

“Come in, baby,” Jungkook says, taking the roses from you, “You must really like me, huh? Got me flowers and everything?”

“Shut up,” You mutter, cheeks heating up, “Don’t get a big head.”

Jungkook only grins wolfishly at you and winks at you, eyes unashamedly glued to your ass. You roll your eyes, and swat his shoulder as you watch him put the rose in a vase and place it in the center of the dining table.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been in his shared apartment (that he lives with Taehyung and Jimin in) but you somehow feel shy in his presence again, as if it was the first time. The first time you had been here with him had been the first time you had spent the night at his apartment several weeks ago, after a night out with your friends.

You let your gaze wander, curious eyes settling on the subtle matching of the furniture and the cleanliness of the apartment. There’s not a stray speck of dust in sight, but maybe you’re distracting yourself from addressing the pretty purple of his hair. Your mouth is dry, and you’re probably drooling a little. You wonder if Jungkook prepared for this, the same way you did (in that you had washed your car, cleaned every inch of it and gotten a new car freshener).

A faint scent of fresh laundry and lavender sits in the spaces of his home. It calms you and gives you the boost to turn your eyes to him.

“Thanks for the roses, baby,” Jungkook says, giving you a smile and starry eyes. He pulls you into his arms, your back against the counter. “Surprise. Do you like it?”

“Uh,” You mumble, brain deciding to short-circuit with the way he looks at you. His smile turns into a smirk, deciding to further render you speechless by pressing himself closer to you and cradling your neck. He’s careful not to touch your face. He doesn’t want to mess your makeup up terribly, at least not yet.

“I know you like my hair. Your face says it all, baby,” Jungkook continues and ducks his head for a quick kiss, “You’re pretty.” He does quite like this dress, light blue and dotted in small flowers with thin straps. His eyes are instantly drawn to the drawstring at the center of your chest and he quells the urge to pull at it.

Jungkook’s mouth waters when he sees the side split of the dress but you want more from him immediately, but he pulls away to your chagrin. Even with the simple kiss, the burgundy color of your lipstick stains his plump bottom lip.

You shiver. It appears that he tried to take your words via text to heart- to dress slutty. He’s wearing a loose animal print button up, with the top three buttons undone. It gives you a delectable view of his pecs, his collarbones and a hint of the tattoo on his right side. As if you weren’t already weak in the knees for him as it was, he wears a black coat and tight, leather pants.

Jungkook pulls it off, like he pulls everything off and the purple hair blends seamlessly with his look. Tonight, he’d opted for two silver hoops in each ear and a thin silver necklace to match.

Your knees are weak, they’ve been weak since you had seen him in this offensive outfit and his hair, his new piercing that was clearly an attack on your entire existence.

The purple hair. The piercing. He’ll be the death of you tonight, you know it. Your legs are wobbly, panties already probably a little wet just from seeing him and from a few of his kisses. But you can’t help it. Without thinking, you press your lips to his, drawing your tongue into his mouth eagerly. You are so hungry, so eager to devour him and drink up anything that he offers you. Jungkook tugs you closer to him lightly by your waist but-

“Seriously? Right in front of my dinner?” Comes an amused voice from behind Jungkook and you nearly screech at the familiar sound of Jimin’s voice.

“I- I didn’t-You-” You stammer, feeling your face heat up to a degree that it’s definitely never heated up to before. You hide behind Jungkook to fix your surely wrecked lipstick. You’re certain his own lips are probably comically smudged with your lipstick as well. “Sorry Jimin, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know, we’ll leave-”

Jungkook only rolls his eyes at Jimin’s wide smirk and knowing eyes. He hears you scolding Jungkook for not telling him that anyone was home, to which he promptly responds “well, you didn’t ask!”

Despite the very natural and easy flow of conversation between you and Jungkook in your car, you still feel overheated and jumpy, your fingers incessantly tapping on the steering wheel. It’s not Jungkook, it’s you and your own nerves. It’s not the first time you’ve gone out to dinner with him and it’s certainly not the first time you’ve had him in your car. If Jungkook notices, he says nothing.

“Where are we going, baby?” Jungkook asks, looking at you. You don’t meet his eyes, choosing instead to focus on the road despite being at a red light.

“Umm, that place you mentioned the other day. The one we talked about trying together,” You say softly. Jungkook can only wonder why you’re a little quiet, but he thinks he knows. You slip into your head so easily and he doesn’t mind gently tugging you out of your thought cloud and into reality with him.

“Can you help me park,” You mumble sheepishly, “I get nervous parking in such tight spaces.”

“Yeah, pull over here before it’s impossible to,” Jungkook murmurs. You nod and do so, hopping out of the driver’s seat to switch places with him. But before you can get in the passenger’s seat, Jungkook grips your wrist loosely. You look at him curiously, with wide eyes and he drops a kiss to your lips, swallowing your surprise.

“You’re so pretty,” Jungkook murmurs, “So fucking pretty, baby. I love this dress on you.” You preen at his praise, leaning forward for another kiss with a shy smile. He subtly squeezes your left tit before letting his hand travel downward.

“You look really good, Jungkook,” You murmur before he kisses you, “I-I really, really like it. A lot.”

He gently caresses your thigh from under your dress, the heat of his hand shooting straight up your core. Jungkook slips his tongue into your mouth quickly, coaxing your endearing nervousness away. As if you both aren’t pulled over to the side of the street where cars are passing you by (and surely wondering why you both were making out like this in public).

“Are we gonna be those people who have a roadside quickie,” You laugh, gently pushing his shoulder when you pull away.

“Roadside quickie? Get your mind out of the gutter,” Jungkook says but his lips twist into a wicked smirk, “But hey, if you wanna give me road head, I’m not going to complain about it-”

“Ha, you would be so lucky,” You scoff, feeling your nerves beginning to ease out of you, “C’mon, our reservation is soon. And then we can talk about road head.”

Dinner goes perfectly and after a glass of wine you feel those inexplicable nerves wash away. What did you have to be nervous for anyway? It was Jungkook- Jungkook who you’ve known for years. Your friend before any of this. He asks you about work, how your application is going-

“Your client sounds pretty demanding,” Jungkook muses, “You keeping up with it okay?”

“Yeah, but I’m not even an application engineer so I’m just learning as I go. My true roots are data and data science but I get to see all of it. Which is cool. But also time consuming, like the other evening, I had to read up on the compliance regulations. But my favorite thing is creating modeling and programs for this app, it’s really cool because it’s healthcare specific. So I’m learning about that sector as well, it’s mostly python but we’ve been doing testing with different healthcare providers in the area and they’re all responding really well to it-” You’re rambling, you know it, but your passion for your career knows no bounds and Jungkook makes no move to stop you. He only smiles at you, eyes crinkling and nose scrunching, gesturing for you to continue.

It’s funny. Not even a few months ago, you would have cut yourself off from your own rambling. In an attempt to convince yourself that the other person didn’t need to hear about it. Maybe that was Sora’s subconscious influence on you. Today, you don’t think twice about it, glowing and shimmering under the dim, blue lights of the restaurant as you tell Jungkook more about your job.

He makes your heart race and he’s sitting right in front of you. Your chin is in your hands as you listen to the pretty words slipping out of his lips. He’s so dreamy, and you struggle to not let your gaze stray from his eyes and linger on his exposed tattoos and chest. You don’t even know where to look, deciding to settle on the way his newly purple locks fall to his forehead just perfectly.

“What do you wanna eat for dessert?” You murmur, looking at the menu and cautiously allowing your foot to brush against his.

In hindsight, you should’ve seen it coming-

“You,” Jungkook says easily, as if he’s talking about the weather.

“Corny,” You roll your eyes, but nudge his foot again. You end up deciding on sharing a slice of decadent, chocolate mousse cake. Which Jungkook ends up finishing off when you satisfy your sweet tooth after a few big bites.

He leans over without a second thought, thumbing away stray cream from the corner of your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip of his thumb and he looks at you with wide eyes before grinning roguishly.

“Wanna get outta here, baby?”

“Should I take you home, Jungkook?” You ask, finding the courage somewhere in the remnants of the glass of wine currently evaporating from your system to take his hand in your lap once you’re both settled in your car.

“Do you want to take me home?” Jungkook asks with a quirked eyebrow.

“I have some wine I think you’d like at my place. I just got it,” You say a little breathlessly, “And I have to inspect something, I might need your help.” Jungkook laughs, a little derisively and you pout.

“You don’t have to bribe me with wine, baby. You know I would’ve been down regardless,” Jungkook says, squeezing your hand, “What do you need to inspect? Do you have a leak or something?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a leak alright,” You say under your breath, thinking about the growing wetness in your panties, “My man just showed up here with purple hair and an eyebrow piercing, looking like a damn model after one whole week. I have to inspect him.”

“Oh, is that so? In that case, I would love to be your lab rat. Besides, it’s not like I haven’t seen the inside of your bedroom before-”

“Who said you’d get that far?”

“I already did, baby. Did you forget?” Jungkook’s smirk widens, eyes sparkling with mischief. He gently cups your face, thumb on your chin and hovers just over your lips. You think he’s about to kiss you, so you close your eyes in anticipation of his lips on yours.

But it never comes. Instead, his breath fans over your cheeks and he lets out a low laugh. “I sure didn’t forget, and I know you didn’t either.”

You roll your eyes and swat his hand away, ignoring (but letting out a smile) when he chuckles. You decide to hold his hand for as much of the drive back home you can.

Jungkook’s hands are on your hips even as you’re fumbling with the keys to your front door. He’s a distraction, his warm heat plastered against your back and the simple act of opening your damn door feels like too much of a chore. When Jungkook’s lips glaze over the back of your neck, his fingers roaming your waist, it’s difficult for you to focus.

So Jungkook scoffs and turns the key for you. “Can’t open the door, baby?” Jungkook taunts and you level him with a glare.

“It’s not my fault you can’t keep your hands to yourself in front of my door!”

“You like it,” Jungkook says, shutting the door behind him and hugging you as you try to walk away from him to wash up. You escape his grip with a giggle and lock yourself in your bathroom, while Jungkook waits with a disgruntled pout.

When you come out, you head into the kitchen to pour out two glasses of wine and bring some snacks out. You’re not particularly hungry, though you wouldn’t mind eating and you’re sure Jungkook wouldn’t mind either.

Your train of thought is of course interrupted by the man himself and he wraps his arms around you from behind, pushing you into the counter. One might say that Jungkook is being clingy, but you know this is how he shows his affections. Through physical touch more than anything else. And you quite like it, you like the reassurance of his body close to yours. It’s what you’ve always wanted and never known that you needed.

“Missed you,” He breathes into your hair. Even if he’s been with you for the last few hours… You understand him. It feels like you’re both making up for lost time. For time that you could’ve spent together, rather than apart.

“Me too,” You murmur, “Can you take this to the couch, honey? I’ll bring the glasses and the wine.”

Jungkook hums and kisses your temple, squeezing your ass before heeding your soft demand. You sit next to him, thighs touching, and pour out a glass for both of you to enjoy. You lean against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his bicep and turn the television on. But neither of you are really paying attention.

“Hey,” Jungkook murmurs, “I had a good time tonight, baby.”

“Don’t I know it,” You say smugly, “It’s not everyday a pretty girl takes you out for din-” He cuts your words off by pulling you into his lap, somehow not spilling even a single drop of wine in the movement. You would’ve killed him if even a hint of a wine stain appeared on your velvet couch.

You press your hand into his shoulder, the hint of his tattoo and the glint of his piercing catching your eye. You swirl your glass of wine with your other hand. “What a precarious position to be in,” You say dryly, even grinding your hips into his playfully. He gives you a look, and stills your movements with one hand on your waist. Jungkook sets his glass on the coffee table behind you and cradles your neck, pulling you down for a sharp kiss. It’s almost desperate and needy, nothing like his kisses from before.

You slip your tongue into his honeyed mouth, tasting seeds of his desperation with your tongue. But then, you remember your wine glass and pull away from his lips with a lewd smack to reach behind you and place it on the coffee table as well.

“So pretty,” Jungkook moans, pushing the straps of your dress to the side and dotting your shoulders in wine-stained kisses, “Pretty girl, my pretty baby-”

You tilt his cheek towards you for a kiss, whining into his mouth at his praise. It shoots down your spine in a delicious hum and his hands roaming the expanse of your back makes you feel warm and powerful.

The way your hips move in time with his, the way you fit into the crevices of his thighs and his chest- he just wants to give you everything. He wants to treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Jungkook will give you everything, if you let him.

“And what about you?” You rasp with swollen lips and wild eyes when you finally pull away. You press your fingers into the exposed, inky part of his chest, where his shirt is unbuttoned for your eyes. “You look so fucking good all the time, but-but I told you to dress slutty and you did this for me, huh? You did this for me, bunny?”

Jungkook’s cock jumps in his tight pants and his throat goes dry. Your eyes are devious, filled with mischief and sin and he gives himself to you fully and wholly.

“Yeah,” Jungkook nods eagerly, “Yeah, I wanted to look nice for you, baby.”

“A-and your hair,” You mumble, feeling a little lovesick, “I love it, I love it, I love it-I just wanna- wanna make you feel good. Can I do that, bunny? Make you feel good?”

Jungkook nods with wide, doe eyes, wondering how the tables were turned so quickly.

“Take me to my bedroom,” You demand softly. The glasses of wine and snacks on the tray are left forgotten as Jungkook easily scoops you up in his arms. Even with your lips soft and slow against his neck, he somehow makes it to your bed.

It’s definitely not the first time you’ve had Jungkook in your bed (or that you’ve been in his bed). It’s not the first time you’ve peeled his shirt off meticulously and licked your way down his chest, to unbutton his tight pants. It’s not the first time he’s seen you on your knees on your bed (to alleviate the strain on your knees if you were on the floor).

By now, the shock of your impatience has worn off. Jungkook frequently reminds you to slow down, that you both have nowhere to be except with each other.

It looks like his pants are glued to his legs, and while you can appreciate the visual, you want to appreciate the real thing. You groan in frustration and Jungkook does the work for you, pushing the offending fabric away and breathing a sigh of relief. You crawl closer to him, nails featherlight against his taut thighs.

He’s golden, his body taut and spilling with swirls of color in the divots of his muscles. Your mouth waters.

But Jungkook moves your hands away when you start inching closer, wanting to palm his cock. He joins you on the bed, pushing your back to the bed and hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hips. His hands are tight and warm and welcome on your hips, a flare of desire shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy. You buck your hips up towards him with a pout but he only squeezes.

“What did I tell you,” Jungkook murmurs, swatting your thigh lightly.

“You’ll have to remind me,” You breathe.

“Told you to slow down, baby,” Jungkook says, letting his fingers trail up your thighs and slip under your panties. His hand is warm in contrast to the rings on his fingers. They do little to cool your skin, though. “Impatient girl.”

“You say that like a bad thing-”

“And you talk so fucking much,” Jungkook drawls, hovering over you and dropping his weight on top of you, nudging your cheek to kiss you. You reach upwards to thread your hands through his hair but he’s quick, so much quicker than you. Jungkook pins your wrists with just one hand, and the mere action, the mere display of strength has you sighing and your pussy fluttering.

“Lift your hips,” Jungkook says thickly, and you do so immediately. It’s easy for him to pull your black lace panties off to the side. But before he does so he gives you a small smile of approval, knowing that you wore them specifically for him to see.

“I really do love this dress, baby,” He says, “Makes your tits and your ass look amazing.”

“Take it off, then. And see the goods up close,” You say, wiggling against his grip.

“I will,” Jungkook says lazily, “Don’t you worry your pretty head about it.” Without a single warning, he lifts you up easily into his lap. Your bare pussy brushes against his bare cock deliciously, your hips moving of their own accord. He stills you again, and carefully unzips your dress and pulls it off of you. His fingers on you are soft but firm, leaving your head spinning and hazy.

You haven’t even had his cock yet, and you’re about ready to combust. Jungkook pushes you on the bed, your tits bouncing with the force of your back hitting the mattress and hovers over you. You pull at his hair a little impatiently and he groans, the sound reverberating across the walls only to ring in your head. You want to hear it again, and again and again.

“Jungkook,” You whine, “Please, bunny, do something. Look at me, look at my pussy, come clean me up-”

“So needy,” Jungkook murmurs and ignores you in favor of kissing your tits, rubbing your nipples with his fingers, “‘M needy for you too, baby.”

“You’re so hard, so big,” You babble, “Please, want your cock, baby.”

Impatient. Jungkook kisses your chest, your belly, your hips and makes you cum on his tongue twice (while you tear up and cry a little bit, gripping his purple locks fiercely and holding onto his shoulder) before letting you stroke his cock. You’re about to push him on his back to blow him with determined eyes, but he stops you.

It appears he’s impatient too, and he wants to see you cream his cock before cumming all over your tits (which has become his favorite place to).

“Jungkook,” You breathe sharply, “There, baby, right there-” You cut yourself off with a groan, stilling your hips and pushing his face into your chest. Jungkook’s groans are muffled against your tits, but you feel the wetness of his lips and the warmth of his tongue over your nipples.

“Shit,” You mumble, “Feels so good-”

“So pretty, baby,” Jungkook coos, pulling away from your tits to look up at you with lust in his eyes, “I’m yours, all yours-”

You groan, bouncing on his cock even harder as a flare of possessiveness flashes across your belly. “Move back,” You say softly, “Lay down. I’m gonna ride you so good, baby.”

Jungkook barely has a chance to catch his breath before your nails are on his chest, trying to hold yourself steady as you push yourself down onto his cock, pulling a deep moan of your name from his lips. His hands are tight on your hips, watching with wide eyes- he doesn’t know where to look, what to do.

He squeezes when one of your hands drifts over his and rests on top of his hand.

“I’m yours, I’m yours,” Jungkook mumbles, “Whatever you want baby, I’m yours-”

“You talk so much,” You say hoarsely, with a wicked smile, “It’s cute.” Your free hand floats upward, resting loosely at the base of his neck. His chain is cold against his heated skin but all he can focus on is the glide of your hand over his neck.

His cock twitches inside you and your smile widens. “Is this okay?” You whisper, “This okay, bunny?”

“Harder,” Jungkook groans, “Fuck, harder, baby.”

“Like this?” You ask innocently, closing your hand around the sensitive spots of his neck. His pretty eyes flutter as he nods, a quiet moan slipping out into the air.

“You’re pretty like this,” You say softly, “Shit, you’re pretty like this…”

He lets out a choked laugh at that. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his hastily. Jungkook thrusts upward, hips meeting your ass but your hand doesn’t leave his neck. Not just yet. You breathe into his mouth, allowing him to swallow your soft whimpers.

You wet your lips with a loud smack and cradle his cheek gently. Jungkook is mesmerized by the heat in your eyes, smoldering and burning through his skin. You let your fingers glide over your clit, gathering wetness and before Jungkook can ask what you're doing-

“Open,” You mumble hoarsely, “Open, bunny.”

Pushing a finger past his chapped lips, you gasp at the sight of him below you with your fingers in his mouth.

You could cum just from watching him. His tongue swirls over your finger before sucking lightly with a pretty flush covering his cheeks. Your eyes widen, another gasp brushing over his cheeks.

“Fuck,” You mumble dreamily, “You’re so good, bunny.”

Your body is burning, jaw slack and the feeling of Jungkook’s bare cock inside of you almost too much to handle. It was wildly irresponsible- he wasn’t wearing a condom and you weren’t on birth control, and it was a conversation for later. But you can’t think, not when it feels this good, not when you’ve had a taste of his cock in this way. Besides, he always pulls out just in time. But still, you both should know better.

“Oh, Jungkook,” You whine, “‘m close, I’m so fucking close, make me cum, bunny-”

“Baby,” Jungkook rasps, “My pretty baby looks so good on my cock like this. My smart, kind, b-beautiful girl, my angel-”

Tears prick your eyes- it’s easy for you to become overwhelmed like this. You tug your hands away and thread your fingers through his, dipping your head for a kiss.

“You like that, angel? You like being mine?” Jungkook murmurs, slowing your hips so he can take over. But he knows you’re close.

“Only yours,” You mumble. Jungkook pulls you into his chest swiftly and flips you so that you’re on your back. He places your legs over his shoulders and brackets your head with his forearms, his necklace just above your nose and his hair tickling your face. But you're mesmerized by the determination and adoration in his eyes.

“Jungkook,” You murmur brokenly, “O-oh, y-yeah, baby, there, mmmf-” You squeeze his biceps with a gasp, watching his face closely. Pushing his hair behind his ears, you cradle his cheek and pull him down for a sweet, long kiss.

His fingers dance across your thighs and rub your clit in slow circles and murmuring soft words of praise in your ear. You’re vaguely aware that your body erupts in a tidal wave of flames, warming you from inside out. You don’t hear anything except for your cries of his name, you don’t see anything but him through your blurry eyes.

“Baby,” Jungkook says through clenched teeth, “O-open your mouth, baby. Fuck, baby, this pussy- I’m gonna cum, baby, fuck-”

You open your mouth with hooded eyes and your tongue lolling out and Jungkook pulls out of you abruptly with a series of curses. He’s not fast enough to get all of his cum in your mouth, some of it landing on your cheek. You swallow his cum with a dopey smile and open your arms for him to bury his face in your tits.

“Fuck, baby,” Jungkook says breathlessly, rolling off of you and pulling you into his side, “This pussy’s gonna be the death of me. Where’d you learn to ride dick like that, huh?”

“I’ll never tell,” You mumble, “Gimme a kiss.”

And so he does, tasting himself on your lips. He kisses you nice and slow, just how you both like after a night like this. Eventually he cleans you up and you do the same for him.

Under the covers with only the shared warmth between your sheets to keep you company, you rest your head on Jungkook’s bicep and look up at him. Your fingers continue tracing patterns on his chest, tracing the swirls and curves of ink as they appear.

Jungkook dips his head to nudge your nose and you softly laugh as his hair falls into your face. “What are you thinking about, baby?” He murmurs, lazily draping an arm over you. By now, you’ve realized that Jungkook is possibly the most vulnerable with you in moments like this. When you’re both bare and basking in a post-sex haze.

That’s not to say that he’s not vulnerable at other times. But it’s just different like this.

You take his hand and thread your fingers through his. His fingers are bare, as you had taken his rings off and they’re currently sitting in your jewelry dish on your dresser.

“We just,” You murmur, “We spent so long being apart. When we should’ve been together. All because I…”

“Stop,” Jungkook says firmly but gently, “Don’t do that. You’re where you’re supposed to be. We’re where we’re supposed to be.”

“But we wasted so much time not being together because of me,” You mumble forlornly, feeling your throat getting a little dry, “Because I listened to Sora and didn’t-”

“Oh, baby,” Jungkook says, pulling you in for a hug and a forehead kiss, “That’s not true at all. We’re together now, and we both had some growing to do. That’s what matters.”

“Okay,” You reply in a strained voice. You don’t quite sound like you believe him, and Jungkook makes a mental note of that. “Do you feel like… we have lost time to make up for?”

“Do you feel like that?” Jungkook counters, making your heart skip a beat, “Because I don’t. I know it’s hard, baby, but you can’t beat yourself up for that. It’s in the past, baby. Forgive yourself. There’s nothing to race against, it’s just me and you.”

“I’ll try,” You say a little meekly. Jungkook nods and pulls you in for a soft kiss, one that has your toes curling and your belly flipping. He shifts so that you’re tucked into his side, surrounded by him and his hands on your skin. He kisses you until your previous thoughts don’t feel so loud in your head, he whispers to you and pulls sweet laughs from your throat until you can detach from the strange cloud that had suddenly appeared.

He’s your safe place.

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devilyn · 4 years ago

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i want to tell you i love you | tsukishima kei

— alexa, play: i won’t let you feel alone again by demxntia

Every single time that I lay my eyes on your face I'm falling for your body and your mind too Forget the past we can leave it all behind you I won't let you feel alone again I won't let you feel alone again, no

— synopsis: sometimes, tsukki wished he could be more honest with himself. because if he had honestly told you how he felt about you, he wouldn’t be standing outside your front door wondering how he should beg you for forgiveness right now. — genre: angst, happy ending, implications of nsfw, tsukki’s pride again. — word count: 1.8k

He wondered if he should even be here, standing outside your door without calling you beforehand. He knew you had to leave in 10 minutes if you wanted to make it to lecture in time, and he knew if you saw him your day would most likely be ruined.

Yet he didn't move from his spot by your front door.

Did you even want to see him? Chances were low. If anything, him being here was more likely to hurt you. But without thinking, his feet had brought him to your doorstep. Softly, he cursed and ran his hand through his hair.

He never knew what to do when it came to you and your undefined relationship.

"What are we?" you finally asked the other night with a softness in your eyes he never wanted to let go.

"Nothing," is what he instinctively said to keep the walls around his heart up, but he felt it throb in his chest when he saw the way your expression fell.

He hated labels. He hated defining things. It's why the two of you lasted so long. But it was only natural that you'd want some sort of definition of what was happening between the two of you.

If his high school teammates saw him now, most of them would probably be disappointed in the type of man he became. In fact, they'd yell at him to treat you better. So what was stopping him?

Pride. It was always his pride, and he hated it.

He nearly jumped in surprise when he heard your front door click and then swing open. You let out a similar noise of shock before finally looking up and meeting his golden eyes. Your haggard expression managed to become even more tired than before just at the sight of his face, and suddenly, he regretted coming.

"Why…?" you trailed off, knowing he knew what you meant.

"...needed to see you," he answered honestly, though he almost regretted that too when your brows furrowed and your expression darkened.

"I have class," you responded coldly, stepping outside the warm comforts of your apartment to brave the winter air. Tsukishima could see your breath, and the way you shuddered at the cool wind that blew by.

"M'not here for sex," he murmured and you scoffed, checking the time on your phone.

"Yeah, I figured that. You never come anytime before 9pm for sex," you tilted your head. "In fact, you never come before 9pm at all."

He felt like he was going to collapse, but his feet stayed rooted to the ground as he gazed down at you with an unreadable expression. Despite that, your hard expression softened into one he couldn't understand. He watched you glance at your phone again and curse under your breath. You would be late if you didn't leave now.

"Look, Kei," you stated quickly. "I need to go or I'll be late to class."

"You can miss one lecture."

You rolled your eyes and took a step forward in an attempt to slip past him. He wasn't sure how, but he managed to pull his feet from their spot by your front door to plant himself in front of you instead, blocking you from taking any more than three steps away from your doormat. Your expression morphed into one of displeasure once again.

"Kei," you spoke in a warning tone. "I'm going to be late."

"I want to talk--"

"You had your chance to talk last week," you interrupted, voice calm. "So move out of my way, or I'll block your number and you definitely won't be able to talk to me then."

"Either way, we know you're going to end up blocking my number after today anyway," he retorted with narrowed eyes, as you desperately looked for a way around his unnecessarily tall frame. "so let's talk now."

You scoffed and threw your hands into the air in defeat. Quickly, you whirled back around and forcefully unlocked your front door before yanking it open. Before stepping inside, you turn your head to glare at him.

"This is your last chance, Tsukishima Kei."

He flashed you a bitter smile before following you inside your familiar apartment.

"Excuse the mess," you mumble, dropping your bag by the couch as you head into the kitchen to grab him a beverage.

He closed the door behind him, the soft click of the lock sealing his fate. How would he go about this? It's not like he came here with a plan. He had acted on emotion alone, and somehow ended up here. Yet, as you said, this was his last chance to be honest with himself, and with you.

"I hope water's fine. I don't have anything else," your soft voice pulled him out of his thoughts. He watched you toss used tissues and napkins from the coffee table into the trash, briefly wiping it down with a wet towel before setting his beverage on top.

He took in your apartment for the first time during the daylight. It was uncharacteristically messy, with an emptied bag of chips tossed aside and a blanket and pillow laying haphazardly on your only couch. Your shoes were kicked to the side, and some clothes that he deemed as your pajamas were on the ground by the couch. As if you knew he was observing the sight, you hurriedly cleaned up the area.

"You don't need to clean," he said softly, though you made a soft noise that sounded like a snort. Clearly, you weren't going to listen to him.

"Sit," you told him as you made your way back to your bedroom to toss everything onto your bed to clean later. "And think thoroughly about what your excuse will be."

He did as you told him, taking a seat comfortably on your couch. He's spent an excessive amount of time here with you, usually with you perched in his lap with your lips against his. You always had this soft giggle he adored, and would try to draw out of you by kissing areas on your neck he knew were ticklish. He would rest his head on your lap after a long day of classes, volleyball practice, and generally dealing with others. You would run your hand through his hair absentmindedly while watching a show on your laptop, and he would gaze up at your focused expression with stars in his eyes. Then, his hand would reach up and pull you down for a kiss, which would eventually lead to more.

There were many nights where he'd let you force him into washing the sheets because of the mess the two of you made, and you insisted it had to be a team effort because it was mostly his fault for initiating in the first place. Still, the sight of you writhing beneath him with red cheeks pleading for more always made the laundry day worth it. Plus, the bright smile you wore watching him reluctantly pull the sheets off your bed made him feel things he couldn't put into words.

"I love you," Tsukishima whispered softly to himself, as he heard the quiet pattering of your feet become louder with each step as you approached the common area. That was the lame excuse he had come up with.

You took the spot on the other side of the couch, turning so you could face him.

"So?" you tilted your head, fingers messing around with your phone as a distraction. "What's the excuse you came up with that was good enough to force me to skip class?"

He was silent, eyes taking in every inch of your face and the small changes that occurred over the span of the two days he hadn't seen you.

The bags under your eyes were new, along with your chapped lips and the sadness in your irises. His hand reached forward and he inched closer to you, leaning in to cup your cheek gently. Though you allowed the action, you stiffened and never tore your gaze from his. His golden-brown eyes flickered to your lips, thumb brushing over them slowly.

"I'm sorry," he finally mumbled, eyes closing as he leaned in again to rest his forehead against yours.

"For what?" you inquired quietly. You were testing him, and he knew it. He deserved it, really.

"For saying you meant nothing to me when that obviously isn't true," Tsukishima still had his palm cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your supple skin as he sighed quietly. The two of you were silent for a bit before you spoke up again, your voice shaky.

"...what am I supposed to believe, Kei? That you really want to be around me for more than just sex, or are you cruel enough to lie to my face to keep me around as someone you can run to whenever you wanna fuck?"

"You're worth more than that," his voice was weak, and he suppressed his pride that scolded him for speaking his true feelings. "And I'm sorry that I made you feel like you weren't. I'm sorry that I disproved my actions with my words because I was scared of giving my heart to someone."

He finally opened his eyes, and his heart trembled at the sight of your teary expression.

"I can't forgive you so easily, you know," your fingers reached up to trace the outline of his jaw, and a pleased hum left his lips.

"I'll make it up to you, until you believe me," he placed his hand over yours, bringing your knuckles to his lips and pressing light kisses to your fingertips. Your gaze was soft, admiring the adoration in his eyes.

"I like you a lot," you whimpered weakly, and he couldn't help but smile. He leaned down to finally kiss you like he had been wanting to since he first saw you, his fingers intertwining with yours.

"I know," he mumbled against your lips, and you weakly smacked his shoulder to which he snickered.

"Do you like me…?" you asked quietly, voice even smaller than before, as if you were afraid of his answer.

"...yeah. A lot," he answered honestly, and his heart swelled up with joy at the sight of your teary smile. With a soft giggle that sounded like home to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down on top of you to press your lips to his again.

One day, he'd be able to vocalize just how much he loved that laugh of yours. One day, he'd be able to tell you honestly just how much he loves you.

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