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sugarmaplewings-fics · 4 years ago

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How Y'all Sleep

Pairing: BNHA boys x reader

Warnings: None, although I do break some gender neutrality. There's a warning before it, though.

I'm back with my first headcanons!

Still on the topic of sleep, we have a few little wholesome things the two of you (even the three of you!) do in the night.

Enjoy, lovelies!

-Sugar

Characters: Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki, Kirishima, Shinsou, Amajiki

Izuku:

● Lots of cuddles

● 100% the best time for cuddles because he gets so snuggly when he's sleepy

● You're constantly on top of or pressed up against each other

● You like to take turns using each other's chest as a pillow

● Usually he's the big spoon, but lets you have the position whenever you ask

● Prefers being able to see you in front of him, though

● Usually sleeps in an oversized t-shirt or hoodie and shorts, but sometimes you can get him shirtless

● He tends to wake up first

● Really likes to kiss you awake

Katsuki:

● Likes to be the one holding you

● Is ALWAYS the big spoon

● You normally have your head on his chest

● The only times he falls asleep with his head on your chest is accidentally when you're cuddling

● Is actually a very touchy person in private, so he likes to have you close to him

● You can't tell anyone and he denies everything, even while he's got his arms around your waist and his head on top of yours

● Aah sorry this was supposed to be about sleep. I'm falling asleep while writing this lol.

● Sleeps either in one of his black tank tops or shirtless (just for you)

● Very much a sweatpants boi (especially the gray ones; he knows how they hit different)

● Always wakes up first

● Sometimes he'll get up without you and let you sleep for a little while so he can make breakfast

● Sometimes he'll stay and cuddle with you, not wanting to get up on a day off

● Usually wakes you up by shaking you gently and saying your name

Shouto:

● Pretty touch starved, so there's a lot of cuddles

● You usually have your head on his chest, but after a bad day, he likes to lay his head on you. He finds it very comforting

● Definitely prefers to be the big spoon

● Still super enjoys being held, though

● Sleeps in oversized tees. Takes some persuading to get him shirtless (if that's what ya like)

● He typically wakes up first

● Watches you sleep for a bit until he kisses you awake and whispers your name in your ear

● Some mornings you just lay in bed and talk, conversations sometimes getting a little deep

● Really likes to take naps on your thighs

Eijirou:

● You're all over each other

● We're talking HUGE cuddle monster here, there's no escape

● Some nights, you're practically on top of him, and he hugs you until you fall asleep

● Other nights you switch, and he really likes putting his head on your chest

● Y'all like playing with each other's hands while you drift off, sometimes even keeping your fingers intertwined in your sleep

● He's definitely more of a big spoon and you like being held in his strong arms. It makes him feel manly to be able to hold you, no matter how big or small you are compared to him

● Will let you be the big spoon every once and a while, but doesn't go for it often (although he does like the feeling of your chest squished against his back)

● He started out sleeping in the classic oversized tee, but after you kept pestering him to take them off, he just kinda sleeps shirtless out of habit now

● Is a sweatpants boi

● You wake up around the same time

● You like waking each other up with snuggles and kisses

Hitoshi:

● Lots of naps together

● Literally you can come over to his house or his dorm room and just hop into bed with him

● You switch up sleeping positions a lot, but he's not aggressively cuddly like someone like Izuku or Eijirou

● He does still like putting his head on you and also likes the feeling of your head on him

● He tends to be the big spoon, but isn't opposed to being the little spoon

● Will sleep in anything from a t-shirt to a hoodie to a tank top to just shirtless

● Has some really cute pajama pants with cats on them which you totally don't steal from time to time

● Kind of a gamble which one of you wakes up first

● Sometimes he'll get up without you and let you sleep

● Some mornings you'll wake up first and just kind of run your hands up and down his arms and draw shapes on his chest with your fingertips until he wakes up

● Takes a while for you both to get out of bed, since you're just so content to lay together in each other's arms, even simply in sleepy silence

Tamaki:

● Takes some time before he's comfortable with touching you and being touched by you, but once he gets over it, he's all over you

● Big cuddle bug and likes it when you hold him

● Usually has his head on your chest rather than the other way around

● When it comes to spooning it's pretty fifty-fifty

● He loves being in your arms but he also loves having you in his

● Pretty much always sleeps in a t-shirt and pajama pants

● You wake up together; you're just kind of in sync like that

● Likes to hug you for a bit before getting out of bed

● Another boyo who likes to take naps on your thighs

Tododeku:

● Y'all change positions pretty much every night

● Everyone is so cuddly it's insane

● Izuku tends to be the one who likes to be held, while Shouto is often slept on top of

● Shouto still needs the hugs tho, and you two deliver

● It's usually either you in between them or Izuku between you and Shouto, depending on what moods you're in

● Everyone takes turns with spooning. You're all super affectionate so it doesn't really matter

● It still ends up being rare for you to be Big Spoon, either being the littlest or in the middle ( p_q)

● They both are oversized t-shirt bois

● Shouto wakes up first

● He likes to watch the two of you sleep

● Next either you or Deku gets up, it's a tossup of who

● You all just lay in bed until everyone's awake and then you cuddle for a bit until someone has to get up

Kiribaku:

● Also a pretty cuddly relationship, but a little less so than YouTodoDeku because of Bakugou (;¬_¬)

● Took Bakugou a while to really accept cuddles. It was harder for him with two of you, actually

● After watching you and Kiri for a while though, he warmed up to the idea

● He's still his tsundere self

● You do a lot of sleep position changing

● Everyone gets slept on top of, everyone gets hugs

● When you're doing a sandwich, it's rare for Bakugou to be in the middle

● He still can't handle all the hugs you and Kiri have to offer

● So your heads go on his chest

●(Fem readers only, I'm sorry)

● Eijirou and Katsuki low key fight over who gets the boob pillow

● You tried to take them both at once one time but it didn't really work

● Kinda just have to take turns, although there have been multiple heated matches of Rock Paper Scissors

● Kiri is the real winner, though

● He gets your titty pillow AND Bakugou's

●(Okay, I'm done with titty talk, you can come back)

● Most days you and Baku sandwich Kiri, but after more *cough* intimate nights, they like to cuddle up to you

● Bakugou likes to be the biggest spoon, then Kiri, then you

● A lot of times they both just sleep shirtless, but it depends on their mood

● Bakugou always wakes up first and just lets you and Kiri sleep

● You wake up next and cuddle Kirishima awake

● Sometimes Bakugou will come back and cuddle you two while you both wake up

● Then he makes you all get out of bed

#deku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #bakugou x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #kirishima x reader #shinsou x reader #tamaki x reader #amajiki x reader #x reader fluff #bnha x reader #sugar hcs

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hansols-yoda-boxers · 4 years ago

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Bad Decisions (Just You)

Seungcheol x Female Reader

Word Count: 5436

Contents: reader is a bratty sub but cheol is fucking whipped, oral (male receiving) while sleeping, manhandling, slight body praise, choking, pet name (babygirl), sir kink, dom svt, hair pulling, face fucking, drooling, fingering, marking, living room sex, wall, sex, bed sex (all unprotected), multiple creampies, very slight breeding kink

Note: So as if this is some pop song I’ve given it two titles cuz I couldn’t decide. Anyways okay this is so late and I am so sorry for that but a very happy belated birthday to @bootyful-seventeen !!!! You are so much fun to talk to and I know I can go to you with that weird shit and you’ll roll with it. You write fun stuff and I really love that you don’t take it too seriously, the lighthearted stories are wonderful and your soft dad!svt stuff makes my heart melt. You are genuinely such enjoyable company and I hope you know that I really love our friendship and I’m really happy to know you.

Truly, the day had been a veritable orgy of dumb decisions.

You shouldn’t have gotten so worked up when you woke up, cuddling with your boyfriend and feeling something hard pressing into your lower stomach. You shouldn’t have looked at the clock to see that Seungcheol’s alarm would go off in approximately six minutes. You shouldn’t have shimmed below the covers and found a cozy spot between his legs.

You definitely shouldn’t have pulled down his sweats and started sucking him off to wake him up.

And yet you did, despite truly, honestly, definitely knowing better you couldn’t help yourself and you did it anyway because life really is too short to deny yourself the pleasure that is your boyfriend’s cock, even if you didn’t think through the timing at all.

And so you felt a hand in your hair as you moved your lips, taking his cock into your mouth. And you heard his low, gravely, early morning groans, the first sound out of his mouth that sent arousal careening through your body and had you pressing your thighs together. You sunk into the bliss, letting your hand slip between your legs to tease yourself, mind clouded with the enticing idea of morning sex, knowing it would set your day up just right.

Until Seungcheol’s alarm started blaring in your ears and he let out a much more annoyed groan. His hand pulled off the blankets easily and you gave him the sweetest look you could, still whining as he pulled you back off of his cock and rolled out of bed.

“Aw, come on we ca-”

“No,” he warned. “You know I don’t have time.” He eyed you, regarding you suspiciously as he pulled his sweats back up. “Now I have to shower and get ready and deal with this,” he motioned to the now very obvious boner in his sweats, “before I leave.”

“You had that before I started,” you whined. “And you know I could help y-” Your words fell off as he leaned closer to you suddenly, grabbing your jaw firmly with a slow burning intensity in his gaze.

“If I let you help me, I’ll be late. So now thanks to you, I won’t be able to get the thought of fucking your mouth out of my head. You’ve already managed to ruin me for the whole day.” You tried to bite back the grin tugging at your lips but you couldn’t and Seungcheol’s grip tightened. “Don’t get smug, babygirl.”

You didn’t wipe the look from your face, watching him as he let go of you and headed for the bathroom. “What are you gonna do about it?” You giggled. Seungcheol threw you a look over his shoulder as he left the room.

Unsurprisingly, the bad decisions did not end there.

You had things to do, it wasn’t like your day was empty but you did have some free time, and most of what you needed to do was from home today. And on any other day that wouldn’t mean much more than that you would start dinner since it was easier for you to get something ready.

Today, however, it meant you were going to tease him.

Once he was on his way you got yourself out of bed, taking you time washing up and picking pretty lingerie. You grabbed a pair of leggings and searched through his closet to find one of his shirts and felt only the slightest bit unhinged at how you couldn’t stop smiling and chuckling to yourself over your plan to mess with him all day.

And mess with him you did. The morning started off with innocent selfies when you had spare moments. The first few he reacted to sweetly but as you sent further back and then mirror selfies he got frustrated. It was far too easy to wind him up and so much fun teasing him about what was hidden under his big, comfy shirt.

The more frustrated his messages became the more it egged you on. The more it made you wanna act like a brat. In between his warnings not to distract him while he was working (and your instances that he didn’t have to open the pictures in the middle of his work day) you could sense his desperation. You knew that with every minute that passed he wanted you more and more and that feeling was just far too fun and far too powerful.

That’s what you told yourself as you had slipped your leggings off that afternoon and started teasing yourself over your panties, why you pulled your shirt up and caught it between your teeth, letting out muffled little moans and whines as your fingers worked and your hips rolled and bucked and followed the sensations.

As you started recording the video you were much more ready to say you were just messing with him further and not that all of your shenanigans had backfired only slightly and had you far too needy when he wouldn’t be home for another hour or so. You had to hope that when he got home he’d be too needy and wouldn’t try to punish you by taking away sex.

Then again, any time he’d tried that he gave in after a day or two. He really couldn’t resist you.

“When are you coming home?” you whined through the fabric between your teeth. “Please, I need you so badly.” Admittedly, you were hyping it up a little more for the camera just to get to him but the thought of how he would be when he got home was all the incentive you needed.

“Please, please fuck-” You ended the video. You knew very well you were going to be in trouble for sending him a video and then not letting him see you cum, but today was a day for bad decisions and you were rolling with it now. A long moan left your lips and your back arched as you came, legs trembling and core squeezing around your measly fingers, reminding you of what you really wanted inside of you.

You felt a little dazed as you sent the video, though not nearly as fucked out as you wanted to feel. Either way you let yourself flop back on the bed, comfy and considering a nap while you waited for Seungcheol to come home. You could go start dinner though, not that you felt you would be eating when he walked in the door. Your sleepy mind thought about what you might make and if you needed to prepare anything ahead of time until your phone buzzed.

[You’re in so much trouble, babygirl]

You snickered as you read the message.

[Well you’re not here, looks like I can do what I want]

[Not for long]

[You’re such a little brat today, babygirl]

[Better hurry up and get home before I wear myself out] You couldn’t keep in your chuckles as you put down your phone, heading to the bathroom to freshen up just a bit. You could figure out food later but at the moment what you really wanted was to think about your boyfriend getting home. You took as much time as you could washing up, picking out his favourite perfume for you and fixing your lingerie and hair. You took the opportunity to turn on a sex playlist, hoping that you hadn’t added anything that would wreck the mood too much. You were preoccupied enough that you missed the soft click of the front door.

“You wanted to test me today.”

You spun around and gazed down the hall to where Seungcheol had just come through the door and was taking off his shoes. His gaze was dark and intense and it filled you with arousal as much as it did glee. As soon as they were off he was making his way towards you as you stepped out into the hallway. You bit down on your lip, trying not to smile too widely as he grabbed you by the waist and pushed you back until you hit the wall with a gasp that was quickly swallowed by his lips.

He kissed you with all the pent up passion and tension from a day of teasing, hand coming up to your throat as he pressed you into the wall with his body. You easily let his tongue past your lips, whining unabashedly against him as his free hand grabbed at your hip and he pressed one of his thighs between your legs.

Your hands couldn’t help themselves, pulling him closer by his hair at first, but it wasn’t long before they wandered. They seemed to have a mind of their own as they moved down his shoulders and you felt up his arms, feeling him smile into the messy kisses and urging your hips to move, grinding on his thigh subtly. Your hands moved further, slipping down his back before grabbing at his ass and drawing a light groan from him before he pulled away from the kiss, lips moving to your ear as the hand around your throat tightened.

“Do you know how much grief you caused me today?” He growled. “Do you know how much trouble you’re in babygirl?”

“Not enough,” you hummed, solely to get his hand just a little tighter and have him push you down on his thigh a little more roughly. He pressed his hips into you, rutting against you and you felt even more heat pooling between your legs, your mouth watering at the feeling of his hard length pressing into you from the movement.

“Do you feel that, babygirl?” His voice was rough and you could hear his own desperation just under the surface. “Do you feel what you do to me? Do you know how hard it was to get through the day with you acting up like that? Spending me pictures of your pretty body? Sending video?”

“H-H-” you tried to speak but the way he pressed his thigh up between your legs and rolled his hips against you drew a desperate moan from your lips instead, your hands grabbing at him and trying to pull him closer. Your legs trembled slightly as you ground your core down against his thigh, feeling the dull sparks igniting inside you and wanting more.

“You’re such a brat today,” he growled, easily adding to the arousal pooling between your legs and drawing a whimper from your lips. Your mind was quickly closing on in your goal, fueled by your need and wanting almost nothing more than for him to fuck, you brain searching for any words that would have that happening faster.

“Y-You-” You forced your words out despite your whines and hazy mind. “You sh-should punish me, sir.”

A gasp left your lungs as he pulled his thigh out from between your legs. His hand moved from your throat to your shoulder and he pushed you down roughly to your knees, his hand tangling into your hair easily. You gazed up at him with a pout and he smirked down at you as his other hand undid his belt.

“I know what you want, babygirl,” he murmured, unzipping his pants. “I know that you want me to fuck you against every piece of furniture in this apartment.”

“Please,” you whined, whimpering louder when he tugged roughly on your hair.

“You’ve been a brat. Getting off without me is one thing, but using it to taunt me while I can’t do anything? And now you think you deserve to get off again? To get just what you want?” He chuckled, shaking his head before giving you an intense gaze. “Open your mouth, babygirl.”

You kept your eyes on him, letting out a whine but doing as he said as he pushed his boxers down. You itched to look at his cock, hard in his hand as he pumped it slowly and groaned. You squirmed, letting your tongue hang out as you gave him a sweet look. Seungcheol brought his cock to your lips and you leaned forwards, earning another chuckle from his lips.

“Pretending to be eager now? Do you think that’s going to make it up to me, babygirl?”

“No, sir,” you mumbled as sweetly as you could. “I j-” you gasped again as he tugged at your hair roughly. Before any more words could make it out of your mouth he thrust his cock between your lips, letting out a groan.

“You’re too mouthy today, babygirl,” he groaned. “Let me use that pretty mouth for something more productive.”

Seungcheol held your head still as he started to fuck into your mouth. Groans fell off his lips as and his gaze grew darker and darker as his hips moved steadily into your mouth. Your hands dug into the skin of your thighs, breathing through your nose and trying not to touch yourself the way you desperately wanted to.

“God, your mouth feels so good,” he groaned. “Maybe I’ll just fuck your mouth all night, babygirl. You’ve been so bratty maybe I won’t even fuck you. I shouldn’t, you don’t deserve it.”

You let out a desperate moan around his cock. He was only saying that to get to you, he wanted it as badly as you did. But now, with his cock in your mouth and your thighs pressing together and getting no relief the only thought on your mind was to get more. You did your best to relax your throat, trying to lean forwards and take more of his cock.

Seungcheol cursed under his breath, his grip in your hair tightening as his cock breached your throat. You gagged around his length, drool dripping out from the covers of your mouth before he pulled his cock back to let you breathe.

“If you want me to fuck you properly,” his voice was growing rougher as his hips picked up their pace, fucking into your mouth faster. “Then you shouldn’t make your mouth any more enticing, babygirl.”

You moaned around him in response, keeping your gaze on him as best you could as his cock thrust into your throat again, a deeper growl leaving his lips at the feeling as you moaned around him and felt more drool coming from your mouth, getting more and more messy by the second as he started to chase his high.

“Fuck, you feel so good, babygirl,” he growled. “Your pretty mouth f-feels so good.” His hips started to snap into your mouth more quickly and you kept your jaw and throat as relaxed as you could, moaning around his cock and trying to grind or roll your hips on nothing, needing some relief desperately.

Seungcheol, let out a rough growl as he pushed into your throat and came, holding your head down on his cock as he released. His cum ran down your throat and pooled into your mouth. You gasped to catch your breath when he slowly pulled his cock away and tilted your head back, looking down at you hazily.

“God you look pretty like that, babygirl,” he groaned.

Your voice was breathy and had a desperation you could no longer hide. “I’d look better bent over the couch, right sir?”

He bit down on his lip to hold in the near growl that came from his chest but there was nothing hesitant about the way he pulled you to your feet roughly by your hair. Was your mind not already on the goal of being fucked you would be downright giddy at the way he handled you so roughly. His hands grabbed at you as you made it to your feet and he pushed you to the couch, bending you over it easily.

You bit down on your lip, gasping as he pulled at your panties, tearing them off and spreading your legs. One of his hands tangled into your now messy hair while the other dragged through your folds. You pressed your hips back into his hand and heard him chuckling, though his voice was much breathier.

“You’re just so enticing, babygirl,” he groaned, easily pushing two fingers into you as he leaned over you back. “God, even when I want to punish you I just can’t help myself. I shouldn’t be fucking you when you’ve been so bratty, but I really can’t resist your pretty pussy.” You let out small moans as you ground your hips back and he curled and thrust his fingers at a steady pace. “The way you get so desperate for me, the way you’re moaning for me,” he pressed his lips to your back, between your shoulder blades. “I know you know what you do to me.”

You lost yourself in the feeling, shamelessly rolling and grinding your hips back as much as he’d allow. His fingers moved more and more quickly, feverishly, into your cunt. His lips found the back of your neck and sucked marks into your skin, drawing shivers down your spine and moans from your lips at the feeling.

Your toes curled as he pressed a third finger inside easily. Your head fell forward as you pressed your hips back even more and moaned out for him, fingers grabbing at the fabric of the couch to steady yourself as the intense feeling in your core built stronger and stronger.

“God you’re so cute when you’re needy. You got yourself all worked today too, didn’t you babygirl?” You moaned, nodding your head and feeling your legs tremble as you clenched around his fingers at his words. Your hips kept moving, getting so close to your high as the coil in your core curled tightly.

Curses feel off your lips as Seungcheol nipped at your ear. “I really shouldn’t give you what you want,” his voice was rough as he pressed his hips against you, his hard cock pressing against your ass.

“Please,” you weren’t even sure what you were begging for as your mind spun. Did you want to cum right now or did you want his cock first? Both ideas sounded heavenly to your very clouded, very aroused, extremely needy brain. “Please, sir, please.”

You bit down on your lip to hold in your whine as he pulled his fingers from your core. A hand found your hair and you let out a gasp as he pulled you up roughly, bringing his wet fingers to your lips.

“Open up, babygirl.”

You let your lips fall open easily, eyes fluttering closed as you tasted yourself on his fingers, suck them clean messily. Your tongue ran over his digits as he let go of your hair, dropping his hand between your legs and nearly making your knees buckle as he suddenly started rubbing fast, rough circles into your clit.

You cursed around his fingers, legs shaking as you leaned your thighs against the back of the couch, trying to stay on your feet as the pleasure coursed through you. The coil in your core curled tighter and your moans climbed higher in your voice. Seungcheol’s lips sucked roughly at the side of your neck as he rutted against your ass and low growls rumbled from his chest.

He waited until you were right on your edge to pull his hand away. A whine welled up in your throat but it didn’t make it out as his hand found the middle of your back and pushed you forward, bending you over the couch again. He pulled your thighs a little wider and you felt your eyes roll back and flutter closed as you sunk his cock into your cunt.

“H-H-” No words made it off your lips as he grabbed your hips roughly and thrust into you. Moans fell off instead, one after another as every movement of his hips sent pleasure coursing through you, your legs trembling as you teetered on your edge. His thrusts were edging on rough and quick but deep enough that they made you dizzy, his low groans and growls only adding to the arousal curling tightly in your body.

“G-God you feel so f-fucking good, babygirl,” Seungcheol’s fingers dug even more deeply into your hips. The uneven roughness in his voice only serving to turn you on that much more. “God I r-really can’t resist you. Your pretty, tight pussy. F-Fuck the way you moan for me.”

Your voice was a mix of curses and moans and whines of “please, sir, don’t stop, sir.” Your hands scrambled for purchase in the fabric of the couch, on the edges of pillows as his cock sunk into your heat over and over and you started to clench around him. The sound of his hips hitting your ass mixed with the moans and groans falling from both of you as your toes tried to curl.

“Please, s-sir, I- fuck- I’m-” The words could barely make it off your tongue.

“Cum for me babygirl, cum on my cock.”

You cried out, body shaking as you came hard. Pleasure washed over your body in tidal waves, reaching to the tips of your fingers and toes as you moaned for him. What little strength your arms had gave out and you fully fell into the couch below.

Seungcheol’s hips kept moving, fucking you through your orgasm and into sensitivity. Your legs didn’t stop trembling and your moans died to whimpers as his hips kept moving. Your face pressed into the cushion below and your arms were shaky as he let out breathy groans and growls and a few curses at the feeling. Pleasure started to build inside you again, much more easily but he didn’t bring you to your edge again, pulling out quickly.

His hand grabbed your hair and pulled you to your feet and he spun you to face him. His hands found your hips and you gazed up at him, desperate and nearly drooling as he smirked at you, sweat on his brow making his hair stick to his forehead as his chest heaved and he pulled you across the room.

You gasped as he pushed you into the wall, the hot skin of your back hitting the cool drywall as his lips found yours feverishly. The way he kissed you nearly made your legs give out all on it’s own and your hands scrambled to wrap around his neck until he tugged at his shirt, pulling it off of you and ridding you of your bra as well. He made quick work of his own shirt before grabbing both your wrists in one hand and pinning them to the wall above your head. Your legs trembled as he lifted one and wrapped it around his waist as he ground his cock through your folds.

“Are you too tired, babygirl?” he asked, a teasing edge to his voice.

“No, sir,” you whined breathlessly, giving him a sweet look and struggling to keep your eyes open as he pushed into you again, the new angle drawing a high pitched moan from your lips. He ground his hips into you, smirking as your head fell back to the wall and you tried to ground your hips down for more.

“Still needy?” He cooed.

“Please,” you let the words fall off your lips, any sense of shame long gone. “Please keep fucking me. Please I need your cock, I need your cum, I-” your words turned to moans as he thrust up into you roughly before settling on quick, shallow, movements making you tremble easily from the first thrust.

He moved his lips to your ear, voice rough and verging on a growl. “You need my cum, babygirl? Do you want me to cum deep inside you?”

“Please,” your voice was breathy and high as you curled your fingers in towards your palms and squeezed your leg around Seungcheol’s hip. You pulled weakly at his wrists but he easily held them still, hips snapping into you as low groans fell off his lips until his met yours in messy, desperate kisses.

Your legs trembled, the wall and Seungcheol’s body weight holding you up as a coil started to curl tightly in your sensitive core again. You could barely focus on the kisses, leaving messy moans against his lips as his thrusts grew a little rougher and uneven.

Seungcheol let out a moan against your lips as he released deep inside you. He ground his cock slowly into your cunt and you let out a broken whimper at the feeling of his cum filling you even more, flexing and curling your fingers out as your hips followed his movements greedily, still wanting more.

Seungcheol pulled you leg away from his hip and let go of your hands and you braced yourself against the wall. He let your leg down but was quick to push your thighs apart, dropping down and shooting you a warning look to keep your legs apart for him. You bit down on your lip as he drew his fingers up your inner thigh.

He let out a groan as you felt his cum starting to drip out of you. Your legs were shaky and weak but you did your best to hold yourself up as he brought his fingers to drag through your folds, gathering his cum before fucking it back into your sensitive core. Small whimpers slipped out and you struggled to stay on your feet as his fingers fucked you slowly, your core clenching around them, having a mind of its own.

Seungcheol chuckled as he pulled his hands away and stood in front of you. His clean hand came up around your neck, pressing down every slightly while he pressed his fingers to your lips and you took them into your mouth just the way he wanted. You gazed with heavily lidded eyes into his intense ones, subtly biting the inside of his lip as he watched you suck on his fingers.

“Do you need a little more, babygirl?” His voice was quieter but still had a roughness to it and made you needy cunt clench again as his cum dripped down your thighs. You nodded lazily, giving him a sweet expression and reaching for him to pull him closer to you.

He pulled his fingers from your mouth, pressing into your body with his and kissing you roughly, squeezing your throat just a little more. You kissed him greedily, his own kisses following suit. You grabbed at him weakly and moaned against his lips as he ground his cock against you. Even though your body was tired, your legs felt like they might give out if you stood on them for much longer, you couldn’t help yourself. You were all wrapped up in him and you wanted every little bit he could give you.

Seungcheol’s hands grabbed your waist and you gasped as he pulled you away from the wall and properly into the bedroom. His movements were even more forceful as he pushed you down onto the bed and you couldn't help the lazy smile that tugged at you lips as you gazed up at him, squealing as he pulled your hips roughly to the edge of the bed and lifted your legs, throwing them over his shoulders.

He leaned over you, grinding his cock through your folds and drawing a moan from your lips as his cock rubbed over your clit. “You can’t get enough of me, can you babygirl?” He teased.

“No sir,” your voice came out breathy as you gazed up at him, wanting nothing more than for him to sink his cock back into your core. “Please.”

His hand found your throat again, pressing down lightly. “I give into you too easily,” he said, gazing at you heatedly. “You’re lucky you’re so addicting babygirl. So lucky I’ll never get enough of you.” Both of you let out moans as he pushed into you, your legs trembling from the feeling alone.

“You’re so lucky I need you so badly,” he groaned as he pulled back and thrust into you roughly. “And that having you like this is one of my favourite things, o-otherwise you’d be in so much trouble for being such a needy brat all day.” His voice wavered just a bit as he gave you strong, deep thrusts between pulling out slowly, each one making you cry out in pleasure and struggle to keep looking at you.

“Fuck, watching your tits bounce every time,” his grip on your hips got tighter and his thrusts faster, picking up a steady pace even tough they stayed just as rough. “Feeling your legs shaking in my hands. The way you c-clench around me.” You took in his rough, low voice as he spoke, building back up to his next orgasm.

Your own release built too, the coil in your core curling tighter and tighter with every movement. Your fingers sunk into the soft sheets and gripped them as your head spun and moans poured off your lips. Your mind could barely find the words and make up sentences anymore, so wrapped up in the pleasure he was giving you as his hips snapped into you.

“C-Cu- F-F-F- C-” The words were so hard to get out of your foggy brain but you heard Seungcheol’s breathy chuckle.

“Are you going to cum again, babygirl?”

You let out a whine, trying to find the words in your muddy, hormone addled brain. “Y-Y- Yo- c-c-c-”

Seungcheol leaned over you, his hips driving into you much faster and only his hands on your hips keeping you from being pushed up the bed with the force of his thrusts. “Do you want more of my cum, babygirl?”

“P-Pl-” you managed to nod between moans and struggling with words.

“I’ll give you j-just that, babygirl.” he growled. “You t-take my cum so well how could I resist f-filling you until you can’t take anymore. I know how b-badly you want it. G-God I could fuck you senseless like this every day, f-fucking you full of my cum until you’re carrying my child. Is that what you want, babygirl?”

You cried out, back arching off the bed as you came hard. Your eyes squeezed shut and stars burst behind your eyelids as your body shook. Pleasure crashed over you in a tidal wave, reaching every bit of your body as Seungcheol’s cock kept pounding into you.

Curses fell off his lips as your body kept shaking and whimpers started to fall off your lips. Your whole body felt sensitive and your sounds were high in your voice as your mouth hung open, gaze hazy and eyes barely open and he chased his high, fucking you hard until his hips started to stutter.

He released deep inside you with a loud, low, rough groans. You tried to catch your breath as you felt his cum filling you more and more in thick ropes, his grip on your hips holding you in place as he ground slightly into your heat.

As he started to catch his breath he pulled out of your slowly, wrapping a hand around his cock and watching as his cum started to leak out of your cunt. You felt him bring his cock back to your core and let out a whine, squirming under him as he pushed his cock back in slowly with a breathy groan.

“Fuck you just feel so good,” he said. “I can’t help myself.” He pulled back and let more cum drip out before pushing it back in slowly again. You squeezed your eyes shut, whimpering and pressing the side of your face into the bed and he pulled out, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek before letting your legs down.

Despite how tired he’d gotten he went to get a washcloth. You listened to his footstep leave and come back moments later, whimpering as he brought the warm cloth between your legs. He hushed you gently, rubbing your hip soothingly as he cleaned you up, taking another cloth to wipe the sweat off your brow and you smiled slightly at how refreshed it made you feel.

As he climbed into bed with you you looked at him blearily and he gave you a soft smile. He helped you move up the bed and pulled you to lay on his chest, rubbing your back gently and pressing kisses to your forehead.

“Do you need anything to eat?” He hummed.

You shook your head, nuzzling into his chest.

“Anything to drink? Or do you want a bath?”

“Nothing,” you mumbled. “Just you. I just want you.”

“Perfect,” he said softly. “Because I just want you, too.”

#I AM SORRY ITS SO LATE #but also im so happy i did this #as much as i had trouble focusing #it's been ages since i wrote anything for cheol #i love him so much you guys #happy birthday sam #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt imagines #svt smut #s coups imagines #s coups smut #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol smut #choi seungcheol imagines #choi seungcheol smut

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solitaria-fantasma · 3 years ago

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Phil in the Blank

I haven’t done one of these for a while, so let’s live-blog another episode!

It took me multiple re-reads to realize that the title is a pun.

The theme song is still a banger.

I’m still too young to understand Chameleon’s pop culture references.

Dragonus’ threats are legitimately disturbing. I love them.

The Plot of the Week is stealing the engines of the M.A.M.M.O.T.H. rocket, which ware (supposedly) capable of lifting the Raptor out of Earth’s atmosphere, and back into space.

I like how Dragonus’ nostrils start to smoke when he’s angry - like he’s five seconds away from breathing fire and that’s the one and only warning.

Phil, you can’t sit six rows away from the ice in an empty stadium during practice and expect silence. The echo in those places is LOUD.

Wraith magically appears in the back of Phil’s car and Phil is only mildly upset at having a major villain cornering him in his own vehicle.

Wraith hypnotizes Phil to put the team in mortal danger whenever he hears the phrase “roast duck”, and act normal any other time, with no memory of their meeting.

Phill walks back into the stands chanting “Remember nothing. Remember nothing.” before collapsing between the rows for a nap, and by coincidence, a wild shot from Nosedive ricochets off of the rafters and lands in the same row as Phil.

As the Ducks last saw Phil sitting up in the seats, and then find him sprawled out with a rogue puck right next to him, they - and Phil, too - assume he got hit, and knocked out.

“I’ll sue myself for damages!”

Though Wildwing’s voice doesn’t show it, the team seems legitimately upset that they seem to have hurt their manager, and agree to do a bunch of semi-dangerous public appearances to make up for it.

Wildwing and Nosedive are wearing short sleeves in the middle of a raging blizzard that nearly causes the camera crew to call off the filming.

Wildwing and Tanya are snowboarding, Grin, Mallory, and Duke are on foot with climbing gear, and Nosedive is hang-gliding. In a blizzard. With driving winds. I see where the ‘extreme’ part of this ‘extreme sports’ show comes from.

Wraith and Siege, hiding nearby, set off bombs to start an avalanche to bury the Ducks, but the team manages to escape unharmed.

Nosedive sees the Saurians from up in the air, and tries to dive down on them; he misses, and crashes into the side of the mountain, wrecking his glider, and nearly falling to his death off the cliff (thankfully, his foot gets caught in a convenient branch).

Siege wants to kill Nosedive right there, but Wraith stops him, claiming that Nosedive is dead already when that branch breaks, and they leave…but not before Nosedive overhears them talk about stealing the M.A.M.M.O.T.H. rocket.

The branch does, indeed, break, and Nosedive falls off the cliff, landing right near the rest of the team. He sustains a major concussion, and remains at least semi-conscious for at half a day, if not a full day.

Completely unaware that the avalanche was anything but a natural disaster, Phil is interrupted mid-rant against the extreme sports show by another call from Wraith, with the magic code word, and fake address for the team’s next PR appearance.

Poor Phil could really use Caller ID right about now.

Wildwing wants to cancel the rest of the public appearances, as Nosedive is too injured to leave the med bay, but Phil is adamant to the point of tears that the team still go, as this appearance is supposed to be for a school fundraiser.

Wildwing is kind of surprised by Phil’s intensity (and tears??) and caves, agreeing to take the team on this one last outing.

When the team arrives at the address, however, it’s not a school, but a rough and rowdy bar far out of town; Grin stays back on the ship to double-check the coordinates while the others go inside.

Phil is somehow still convinced this is the right place…until a team of Saurian Hunter Drones bust down the walls and ceiling and start a firefight.

Phil ends up cowering under a pool table with a big, burly biker who draws his line at alien robots.

Phil: “Don’t worry. The Ducks will stop those drones!”

Biker, on the verge of tears: “You promise? :C��

Grin to the rescue!

Back at the rink, Nosedive comes wide awake, and immediately tells Tanya that he saw Siege and Wraith on the mountain, and heard them talking about ‘stealing a mammoth’.

Tanya doesn’t believe him until she hears a news story about the M.A.M.M.O.T.H. rocket, and puts the pieces together.

She wants to contact Wildwing and wait for the rest of the team, but Nosedive convinces her hat they can handle this on their own.

Nosedive really should not be driving with that concussion. He was unconscious until five minutes ago, for goodness’ sake!

As they’re flying back from the bar, Wildwing puts it together that they’ve been set up by someone who knows their schedule. Duke is aghast when Wildwing suggests Phil, but as Mallory points out, Phil is the one who sets and keeps the team schedule.

Grin: “Phil may be kind of…unevolved…but he’s not evil.”

Phil, swinging at the engine with a fire axe: “DESTROY THE DUCKS.”

Wraith’s hypnosis magic has an outward indicator: Confirmed. Wildwing even points out that Phil’s eyes have changed when Grin restrains him.

They can’t break Wraith’s magic, but Wildwing does find and remove the tracker hidden in Phil’s jacket pocket, and destroys it.

Furious over being used (“it’s usually the other way around!”), Phil ties his tie around his forehead like he’s Rambo, and absolutely nobody on the Migrator discourages him when he vows to turn Wraith into a pair of leather shoes.

Nosedive and Tanya managed to sneak into the launch facility and start climbing up the rocket’s stabilizing towers, but the Migrator pulls right up to the front entrance, where it’s noticed immediately.

Chameleon - already on top of the rocket tower - shape shifts into a military general in order to distract and remove the human employees

“This is General George S. Chameleon!” Could he be any more on the nose?

While Chameleon is using the facility defenses (giant canons? Really?) to try and shoot the Migrator, Phil marches right into the control room, and tackles Chameleon to the floor.

Chameleon immediately gives up his disguise and changes back to his true form when confronted. He tries to use Wraith’s code word against Phil, but apparently it doesn’t work anymore?

Maybe it’s a whole ‘you can’t be hypnotized if you know it’s happening’ thing. IDK.

Chameleon inevitably gets away after Duke and Grin come charging in. Duke congratulates Phil for driving Chameleon off, sounding legitimately impressed.

The reality of what he’d just done and the potential danger he was just in seems to catch up to Phil, there, because upon realizing that he did, in fact, square up to a Saurian bare-handed and win, he faints.

Though the human employees cancel the rocket launch, Dragonus takes control of the rocket via technology that Chameleon had sneaked into the ship beforehand, and launches it anyway.

Wildwing commandeers an experimental new plane that was apparently just sitting on the runway to chase after the rocket, and no-one on this base tries to stop him.

Human, while watching an alien steal a high-tech plane: “Can he really fly that thing?

Duke: “There’s nothing you can’t tell a duck about flying!”

Tanya and Nosedive - having already boarded the rocket - get launched with it, and while Tanya manages to find and remove Dragonus’ control tech, there’s no connection to the human control tower, so the rocket starts flying out of control.

Nosedive, staring down through the emergency hatch in the rocket floor: “Tanya, I told you to bring the parachutes!”

Tanya: “No you didn’t!”

—

Also Nosedive: “Hey let’s just jump that sounds like a good idea!”

Tanya: “Are you nuts?!”

Nosedive grabs Tanya and yanks her - screaming - out of the rocket, where they are miraculously caught by Wildwing in the experimental jet.

Tanya, safe in the cockpit of a non-crashing jet, shaking Nosedive like a rag doll: “DON’T YOU EVER PULL A STUNT LIKE THAT AGAIN.”

The team returns to base safe and sound, where Wildwing declares an end to the many PR stunts.

Phil tries to change his mind by pulling out his schedule and rattling off all the dozens of opportunities he has in the works, and Mallory just quietly pushes him into a closet and walks away.

Wraith calls Phil one last time, seemingly trying to use the code word, and when an annoyed Phil tells him that doesn’t work anymore, he claims to be ordering take-out instead.

#OOC #mdtas #mighty ducks the animated series #mighty ducks tas #au: nostalgic mishmash

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jjk-anime-horray · 4 years ago

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A Call in the Night

Dazai Osamu x reader x Oda Sakunosuke

Series Summary: While Dazai finally gets over the death of his friend and moves on with his life, he has to watch him unnaturally return into the world, and now he has to watch him turn twisted and into everything he hated in a way.

Chapter Summary: The Armed Detective Agency gets a call about an warehouse incident that happened in the middle of the night, and send two detectives to respond to it.

Notice: This fic series is going to have some dark themes in it so be warned, and in this AU Dazai and the reader are members of the armed detective agency, and this is a spiritual successor to “Late Night Tickets, and Meeting Him.” So I recommend reading that first even though you don’t need to. This is going to be a series!

Trigger Warnings: Blood, mentions of extreme violence, and description of illegal activities.

Getting a call about a mandatory and emergency investigation in the middle of the night, to be specific 2:32am, was something no one at the Armed Detective Agency wanted to do. So what's the most logical solution? Draw straws and the two people who draw the shortest are forced to go.

Unfortunately for you, you were one of the two unfortunate souls that drew a short straw. At least the other person who drew the short straw was Dazai Osamu, your coworker but most importantly the first friend you made in this city, so maybe you would be able to get a kick out of the bad situation at hand.

But when the two of you emerged from an alley to meet the crime scene at hand, that would by no means be the case because by the sight of the horror that layed out infront of you two it was enough for the both of you want to hurl.

Crime scene would describe the atrocity in front of as much as the phrases bloodbath and massacre would. No wonder this was an emergency for the ADA there were probably more than 30 people dead killed in various atypical ways.

First walking into the warehouse the most out of the ordinary sight would be a round wooden table with a duffle bag on it, but once someone took a closer look the rest of the ware house was completely empty other than the congealing crimson liquid that was pooling everywhere.

The five chairs around rickety table were matched with four bodies of executives of some sort laid face down on the table or dangling of the chairs.

But the most appalling sight was what was inside the duffle-bag, you were wishing it would be something tame like left behind money, however, much to your displeasure, they where severed off human heads. That by the looks of it were cut off with some sort of serrated knife my the edge markings.

"What are you thinking (Y/N)?" Were the words that Dazai spoke to snap you out of your spiraling train of thought. "I sure as hell am thinking this isn't the way I would have wanted to go."

"I'll have to agree with you on that one, this shit is something right out of a cheesy crime or horror movie.The only thing I can think of is the heads were a message of some kind to the people who were sitting at the table, and either the person at the empty seat with accomplices who killed everyone or are the only survivor, but it could be either. Were you able to identify anyone bodies or do you recognize anyone?"

"I don't recognize anyone, and most of the bodies are too mangled to be identified, but everyone at the table is wearing a customized Rolex, so I suspect that they were all executives of a organization of some kind, probably an illegal on based on all the gun men that were probably guarding the meeting before they got taken out."

"The only lead we have is the Rolex I guess, so Daz, will you take one for reference, we can visit all of the watch makers in the city to try to find out who was the person who commissioned these watches to be made, and then maybe through that we kind find out who the soul survivor was."

"Agreed."

Honestly the two of you would have been a little more playful and chatty if the events that took place tonight weren't so gruesome. The two of you were used to having to see and do brutal things, but Dazai had this gut feeling that this wasn't the typical violent act, and things weren't as the seemed.

The brown eyed detective just wanted to go take a nap after this, which was something you also wanted to do after see all the blood. Deciding to leave the true start to your investigation for a decent time the two of you swiftly communicated with the responders about the potential situation at hand. Then left to go deal with is mess the next day.

Timeskip........

After a horrible night's sleep and about three cups of coffee you were finally able to be semi-functional, so then you decided to grab your partner Dazai after dressing to impress and make for the horrible mood you currently were in from multiple factors. Dazai was even in a worse state than you where, you found him at the trying to convince Kunikida to go on the investigation for him, which was ultimately denied by the blonde haired man. Also leaving you to drag the genius yet idiotic maniac out of the office.

Walking down the streets in-between visiting different watchmakers and jewelers, you noticed some was off each time your boots hit the ridged pavement. In particular something about Dazai, his face was contorted into a being in deep thought, not to be disturbed for any reason. It was so out of character you were going to ask what he was thinking about, but then opted out.

"I know you were going to ask what I was thinking, I am a detective you know." He said his face morphing into one not of deep thought but of cockiness with a smirk. Damn, sometimes you really loved and hated that smirk, but right now you didn't know what to think of it. "I was just thinking of how now I know exactly who made the watches, and where is is for your information."

"Really who would that be? For my information."

"His name is Opāru Shokunin, he's done a lot of custom jewelry for Elise-chan and the port mafia in the past, but recently he's been doing a lot of foreign commissions for gangs and syndicates outside of Japan my word of mouth. When I first saw the watches I was initially reminded of how it looked like his handy work, but since the first three places we've visited were a bust, i'm confident it's him."

"Alright Mr. Mic-cocky, lead the way by all means." You scoughed lightly.

Unfortunately for the two of you, your desired destination was all the way across yokohama, so you had to hail a taxi which you knew you were going to be the one paying or it. The icing on the shitty cake was that you got stuck in rush hour traffic, so, the total time until arrival was three time longer than it should have been. At least you got dibs on the radio choice.

When the two of you arrived at your desired destination you now witnessed a normal looking office building, unfortunately, there was no elevator so the two of you had to work your legs up three flights of stairs to make it to Opāru's workshop.

Before you went in however you whispered to Dazai "how do we know he's even gonna be willing to talk to us?"

"He's going to be willing...."

"Why?"

"Simple you're gonna pay him."

"Um no you're going to pay him because I payed for the cab!"

"Um no."

"Yes!"

"No."

"Yes!"

"You realize I can hear you two bickering right?" was the raspy voice of the man you were looking for that ended your whisper argument. He was actually younger than you expected, about 38, but he looked older than his body by his eyes, the eyes of someone very worn out. Which would explain the smoking. "He's right i'll talk if you pay me, just come in before ya give everyone else a headache."

The two of you swiftly made your way into the working man's shop room. The room was a lot nicer than you thought it would be, and a lot lighter too. The man possessed a very nice view from his wall because his wall was almost completely filled with by windows. Dazai did mention something about the craftsmen liking natural light in the cab on the way here, so it wasn't too surprising and really lightened the room up.

You followed Dazai to the two chairs across from the white tufted sofa that Opāru was already occupying. Then Dazai placed the watch and a thick wad of cash on the coffee table separating the two parties of people.

"Oh, so you're here to ask who paid me to customize this for them? No surprise there they were particularly nasty."

"How where they particularly nasty?"

"I'm pretty sure that they were doing things even nastier than the port mafia, like taking kids of the streets and shipping them off."

"So, supposedly by word of mouth were human traffickers."

" Yeah, supposedly, but I didn't ask when the guy approached me."

"The guy?" You reconfirmed.

"Yeah, the guy, he had this weird tattoo on his wrist. The guy's name was Zinnnnnng, THUMP.

The two of you didn't even have time to blink or create when the bullet zipped through the head of the craftsman from. The crimson liquid from his head pooling on the couch were he was just alive a few seconds ago. The blood seeping into the fabric like the disparity of situation into Dazai and yourself.

Glimpsing out middle window now tainted with a hole you see the silhouette of the person responsible for this.

Dashing up without a second thought you sprint to pursue the culprit of the murder that just took place infront of you. Eyeing your target through the broken window.

Ahhhhhhh! Okay I’m literally really proud of how this came out! I’m really hope people like it. I’m really new to writing full fanics so if any experienced writer is reading this will you please give some pointers, that would be very helpful!

-Ellie

#anime #weeb #x reader #manga #platonic #romantic #bsd fanfic #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd au #bungou stray dogs au #fanfic #fan fiction #dazai osamu x reader #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #oda sakunosuke #odasaku x dazai

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jungkookiebus · 5 years ago

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Voracious pt. 5 | kth & jjk

Genre: smut x fluff x idol!au x bi poly established relationship Pairing: idol!Taehyung x idol!Jungkook x reader Rating: 18+ Word Count: 3.8k Warnings: mentions of being in quarantine (real time fic lol), cunnilingus, edging multiple times, dom!tae, light degradation? but not really, pet names, face fucking with fingers, choking, ass play, hand job, anal, creampie, unprotected sex, voyeurism Summary: When in isolation!

“Fuck.”

Sweat rolled down your face as the room grew hotter. It was a small bathroom and you had been in there for at least fifteen minutes. The lack of proper ventilation made it impossible for you to cool off. Your bare ass had been cold when he you sat on the marble surface of the counter, but now you were struggling to stay in one place as the temperature rose. You had since knocked most of the toiletries around into the sink or onto the floor, but none of it was a concern to either of you. If broken, they were replaceable. Taehyung was on his knees between your legs edging you for the second time. Your thighs shook as his full lips once again parted with your swollen pussy, a trail of spit connecting him to you as you continued to drip onto the counter.

“Please let me cum,” you breathed out. Your palms squeaked along the smooth surface and you used the strength you had to keep your back reclined against the mirror as much as possible.

“Hmm,” he hummed while licking his lips.

The look in his eyes said he wasn’t quite done yet as he dived back in. You moaned, head hitting the mirror as you tried to grab the edges of the counter.

Another fifteen minutes, and two more orgasm denials later, he had your cum dripping off the edge of the counter as you finally came. He looked smugly delighted with himself, lips swollen and full, face glistening in the lights as he sat back on his heels.

“Didn’t you come in here to ask me something?” His smile was sweet, and you almost wanted to smack it off his face.

“I don’t know why I let you do this to me,” you said, slumping against the mirror, legs absolute mush and hanging off the counter.

He began to massage them soothingly as he hummed some nonsense tune, waiting for you to come down and finally speak.

“It’s more of a tentative request,” you finally breathed as you sat forward a little. You were starting to get a crick in your neck at that angle.

His eyes were shining as he looked up at you, hands still working over your muscles. “What’s that, babe?”

“I wanna watch this time.”

He stilled, hands grasped firmly around your leg as he looked almost at your now drying cunt, but his mind was elsewhere.

“What do you mean?”

He seemed almost scared to know the answer, unsure of what you were going to say.

“Not like what I did.”

He let out a low whistle as he sighed. You laughed as you watched his posture relax, and he went back to massaging your legs lightly.

“Okay,” he began, “what would you like?”

You bit at your bottom lip and drummed your fingers along the counter. A shiver ran through your body as you began to cool off, fully aware that you were still naked from the waist down and sitting on the cool countertop.

It was an off time, well, not by choice. All of you were in quarantine due to the recent virus outbreak and you had been spending most of your days at Taehyung’s apartment, with Jungkook right down the hallway in the same building. Mostly, you’d all sit around and watch movies, take naps, or eat what you could find, but when the boredom set in is when moments like these happened. You hadn’t expected it when you came into the bathroom to ask him a question. Of course, it was about sex, but you weren’t expecting anything. Before you could get a word out edgewise, he was pulling your pajama pants down and sitting you on the counter. Now, here you were.

“I…I just want…”

“Why are you being so shy?” He stood up now, helping you from the counter and pulling your pants on for you.

“Because I feel selfish asking.”

His brow furrowed, those thick eyebrows you loved so much almost touching. He was clearly flipping through every thought in his head because you could see each time it changed, his eyes searched the space in front of him, while his lips parted, and his breathing became heavier.

“Is there something wrong? Have we made you feel uncomfortable somehow?”

“No!” you exclaimed. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, squishing them slightly. “No, I’m sorry. I guess I still get shy is all.”

His jaw visibly relaxed and his shoulders slumped. You felt bad for worrying him over something so trivial.

This time you barely spoke above a whisper.

“I want to see you ruin Jungkook.”

“What?” He genuinely hadn’t heard you.

With a little more confidence this time you lifted your chin and spoke louder.

“I want to see you ruin Jungkook.” Then it just came out like word vomit. “I want him begging you to fuck him. I want to see tears streaming down his face as he becomes putty in your hands. By the time it’s all over, I want him a crying mess that can barely move.”

Taehyung’s body went rigid before you as he stared down at you. His eyes widened more than you had ever seen him, and he looked to be holding his breath. You saw the way his pupils dilated, and his cheeks were dusted with pink. The silence between you seemed to draw on forever. You happened to glance down and realized why. He was hard in his sweats and he was willing himself not to explode as you spoke. You met his gaze again and his jaw flexed.

“Text him, now,” he demanded in a low tone.

Immediately, you searched the countertop, finding your phone quickly.

“W-what do you want me to say?” Your hands were almost shaking as you brought up your text messages.

“Just get him here.”

It never took much convincing to get Jungkook to do something unless he was being unnecessarily bratty or playing video games, but he was always so eager to please that he would answer anyone’s call. All it took for you to say was ‘I need you’ to have him at Taehyung’s door within minutes. You stood behind Tae a few feet as he answered the door and watched as he pulled a confused Jungkook into the apartment. He quickly pulled him into a crushing embrace as he shut the door, lips covering his. You watched as Jungkook’s body totally relaxed, hands falling to his sides as he gave in to Tae’s advances.

The confusion Tae had wiped clean came back as he pulled away. You could hear his heavy breathing from where he stood. Jungkook looked around his shoulder at you. You knew your face was heated, incredibly turned on again by Tae’s dominant display after your confession. He moved to go around Taehyung towards you, but he firmly grasped the front of his sweatshirt in his fist before he could move further.

He clicked his tongue before leaning over to speak to him. “Tonight, you’re mine.”

Jungkook’s ears instantly turned red as he gulped audibly.

“Hyung…,” he whispered, eyes darting to yours.

You were rubbing your thighs together, that much he could see from where he stood, and you could tell he was itching to go to you, but Tae kept him in place.

“_____,” Tae said, looking half over his shoulder at you. “Be a good girl and go sit in the armchair.”

You licked your lips, giving him a nod he probably didn’t see as you studied Jungkook’s face one last time. He looked genuinely confused as to what was happening, but you were sure that Tae’s body was blocking his inevitable erection. Moving quickly, excited, you made your way to the living room.

Their apartments were in a high rise downtown and the large windows displayed a town coming to life for the evening, but only through other windows. Lights were being switched on or off, people came out on their balconies for fresh air, and beyond the dim glow of a semi sleeping city, the sun was setting over the mountains. Vibrant hues of purple, orange, yellow, and blue cast the room in a kaleidoscope glow. All his furniture was white, settling it all it its own, natural color pattern. Seconds after you sat down, Tae emerged with a dutiful Jungkook in tow.

The armchair in which you perched yourself was at the end of a long couch, facing the end so that you could see down the length of it. Tae gently grasped his hips from behind and guided him to stand against the back of the couch, facing out into the room. Jungkook’s gaze slipped to yours and he seemed to be waiting for you to join, but when you didn’t move to join, his brow furrowed. Tae began kissing the length of his neck and Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut as he moaned.

Fresh arousal bloomed inside of you as you watched Tae grasp Jungkook’s jaw and tilted his head to the side as he began to suck on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. His other arm was wrapped firmly around his waist as he pushed himself into his back and Jungkook into the couch. Jungkook moaned deeply as Tae pushed his cloth covered cock into his ass. He buckled forward, hands on the back of the couch to catch himself as Tae slowly moved his hips into his. His eyes were closed, mouth open, as Tae dug his fingers in his slim waist, rutting against Jungkook to get some friction on his cock while Jungkook merely took it. He knew better than to say anything right now lest Tae make him wait longer than usual for some type of relief.

Jungkook peered out at you under his dark fringe.

“W-why…why isn’t _ ____ c-coming over-r-.” He was cut short as Tae pushed his hips into him a little harder, causing him to stutter.

“I’m going to have to ask you to stop asking questions.”

Tae pushed his hands into the front of Jungkook’s sweats as he leaned over, causing his hips to part with the back of the couch. Jungkook moaned loudly as Tae wrapped his hand around his cock, his whole entire body shuddering as he slowly pumped his hand over him.

You were so hot you could hardly stand it. You wanted to strip off your clothes, but you knew if you did it would all be over. Tae would disobey everything you said and would soon be dragging you over to the couch to fuck you senseless. You settled back into the chair comfortably, crossing your legs, and you felt your cunt pulse with desire as Tae laid his head on Jungkook’s back, looking at you while he worked Jungkook up with his hands. His mouth was open, breathing hotly into the grey fabric of Jungkook’s sweatshirt. He pulled one of his hands from his pants, reached forward and stuck his pointer and middle finger into his mouth. Jungkook moaned out wantonly around them as Tae pulled his head back.

Tae’s hand moved a little faster on his cock and you felt heat bubble up from your stomach to your chest.

As if reading your mind, Tae demanded, “Push your sweats down so ____ can watch.”

With shaky hands, Jungkook pulled at the waistband, pushing them past his hard cock that Tae still had a tight grip on. You couldn’t help the low moan that escaped you now that you could finally see. Tae pushed his still clothed hips into Jungkook’s as he pumped just a little faster, pushing his fingers further into his mouth. You saw the faint glisten of drool as it began to drip out of Jungkook’s mouth and down his chin and around Tae’s fingers. His cock was so red, so pretty and begging to be relieved. You felt high watching this. This was all you ever wanted, and you were going to enjoy every second. You weren’t sure why Jungkook still mostly being clothed did something to you, but the ‘mystery’ of what was underneath was so erotic. He looked so simple, so casual, yet so beautiful bent over the couch in his sweats, drool in the collar, and Tae pushing himself into him.

Jungkook was quickly falling apart as Tae teased him with the promise of his own cock, dry humping him as his hand soon became sticky with precum leaking from Jungkook. You heard him gag as Tae pushed his fingers just a little further into his mouth. His hand grasped the couch firmly as Tae pushed into him harder and faster. Your mind raced with images of Tae finally pulling out his cock and fucking him. You, too, moaned as whatever resolve Jungkook had left was quickly dissipating into the room. Tears slipped out of the corners of his eyes with each push of Tae’s hips, he cried louder and louder. You heard the faint tap against tight fabric of the couch as Jungkook’s drool dripped off his chin. Jungkook gasped when Tae finally pulled his fingers from his mouth, quickly reaching between the two of them, and ran his fingers into the valley of his ass.

You resisted the temptation to reach down the front of your own pants as Jungkook’s whimpers raised in pitch. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked to watch, but you were too far in at this point and this is what you wanted. Now you knew exactly how they felt when Hobi fucked you.

Tae let go of his cock in favor of bracing himself with Jungkook’s shoulder as he shoved his fingers inside of him.

“Fuuuck,” Jungkook moaned out as a shiver ran through his body. He would have fallen forward if it wasn’t for Tae’s firm grip on his shoulder.

“Stay up, baby boy, and take it,” he growled as he pushed his fingers up to the knuckle.

Jungkook was on the border of adorable and a mess. His oversized sweatshirt bunched at his wrists, threatening to swallow his hands and the hem brushed along his cock as his hips moved with each thrust of Tae’s fingers. The head of his cock rubbed the back of the couch, smearing precum along the fabric, but Jungkook was pushing so hard against Tae’s hand that he had to brace his legs to stay up.

“T-Tae…,” he stuttered. He was moaning mostly incoherent words as Tae pushed his long fingers into his prostate. His sweats fell the rest of the way off, exposing the toned length of his legs.

You licked your lips as you watched the muscles twitch in his thighs, imagining yourself on your knees in front of him, taking his cock into your mouth.

“What do you want?” Tae pulled him up straighter until his back met his chest, whispering hotly into his ear. “Use your words.”

Jungkook could barely talk as Tae drove his fingers a little harder, still up to the knuckle.

“Fuck m-me, please.”

Tae turned his head to look at you, face set in determination as he held onto Jungkook, who was almost on his tip toes, and looked at you heatedly. Oh, how you wished to walk over and kiss him, stand behind him, reaching around to grab Jungkook’s cock as you both brought him to completion. But you were okay with watching, this was enough.

“Do you think I should?” Tae asked you huskily.

Jungkook’s head was thrown back, but he opened his eyes to look at you out of the corner, slowly looking at you as you sat squirming in the chair. His eyes were glazed as he tried to focus on you.

“______,” he muttered pleadingly.

You didn’t think you could speak, your mouth was so dry, but you nodded instead, giving Tae permission. You weren’t blind to the fact that he had been painfully hard since your suggestion in the first place.

He pulled his fingers away and hastily slipped his sweats over his ass and you involuntarily clenched. Tae’s ass was one of your favorite assets and you loved to play with him. He pumped himself, palming the head of his cock, before languidly gliding his hand over the smooth skin again. Tae was the picture of self-control when it came to sex. He’d edge himself while also edging you, bringing you both to intense orgasms when he allowed you. But this time, he was giving you what you wanted. A show.

He let his cock nestle in between Jungkook’s ass cheeks, pushing it upwards so that he got some relief from his soft skin.

“You’re gonna be good for me, baby?” Tae asked as he grabbed Jungkook’s hips, watching his cock move over his ass.

“I’ll be so good.” Jungkook was breaking down quickly. He was subtly pushing his hips against Tae which elicited a harsh slap on him ass from him.

“Then quit moving.”

Jungkook stilled, knuckles white as he gripped the edge of the couch. His breathing was short as he focused all his attention into remaining as still as possible.

“What a good boy,” Tae cooed.

Your panties were well and thoroughly stuck to your folds, ruining probably even your pajama pants. How many mornings had you laid in bed touching yourself imagining this exact situation? Too many to count. You were lucky enough to get to participate, but this was something different, something new. When any of you had sex with just one other, the other was not around to watch, but this was something you could get used to.

Tae guided his cock further between his ass cheeks. Right hand still firmly grasping Jungkook’s hip, he used his left to grab it, tapping it against his ass before lining himself up. Jungkook hissed, coming up on his toes as he pushed inside, and Tae quieted him with a gentle ‘shhh’ and kisses to his neck. Sweat ran down Jungkook’s face and into his sweatshirt, spots dotted darker than the rest as he began to sweat through. Tae always knew how to move his hips so fluidly, like a wave against the shore, rolling up quickly and slowing down, crashing against his partner. Your body shivered in time with Jungkook’s imagining the feel of him inside. He moaned out loudly as Tae pulled out halfway and seated himself again quickly.

Tae leaned in closer, lips trailing wetly across Jungkook’s ear and temple before he spoke.

“I think we need to show ____ a little more don’t you think?”

Jungkook nodded halfheartedly, sweat dripping from his hair. Tae held onto his hips and walked him the short distance to the end of the couch, and directly in front of you. You almost shrank back, unsure of what was happening when Tae sat down on the end of the couch, Jungkook in his lap and facing you. Jungkook looked more of a mess from this angle and you bit into you bottom lip hard. His cock was so hard, veins bulbous under that satin skin, and it bobbed against his clothed stomach. Tae pulled the hem up, prompting Jungkook to remove his sweatshirt. His skin gleamed underneath, hotter because of the thick layer of cotton. Your head swam with the scent in the room; sex, sweat, and mix of Tae’s cologne and Jungkook’s fruity body wash. Tae planted his feet firmly on the floor and you watched as his fingers snaked around, holding Jungkook’s tiny waist in his larger hands. Jungkook always looked so small, but next to Tae he looked even smaller.

“Hold your legs up, baby,” Tae whispered.

Jungkook immediately complied, hands firm on the backs of his knees as he pulled them closer to his chest. You saw the way Tae’s calves muscles flexed and his fingertips pressed into Jungkook’s skin before he was driving his hips into him. His heavy balls bounced as he pushed faster and faster into Jungkook’s tight ass, his own cock hitting against his stomach with each movement. Jungkook was like a ragdoll in his lap, body almost limp as he struggled to hold his legs up. He could no longer keep his eyes open as his head fell forward and then back again, giving in and sinking into the feeling. His mouth fell open, lip glistening in the dying sunlight as drool once again began to slip at the corners. You couldn’t see Tae behind him, but you heard his heavy breathing and the smack of his lips as he kissed Jungkook’s back. Your mind reeled, wanting to be able to watch and hear everything at once. This would haunt your dreams in the best ways possible. You were almost on the edge of your seat, watching Tae’s cock disappear into Jungkook’s tight ass and you wanted so badly to reach out and grab his cock in your hand, pumping him until he came all over his stomach. But you resisted. Instead, Tae reached around, grasping him firmly at the base which elicited a long, guttural moan out of Jungkook. His body tensed up as Tae began to work his cock expertly, knowing exactly what would get him there.

“Is my baby boy going to cum for me?” You heard him ask. His other arm was wrapped around his waist and from the sound of it, he had his face pressed to his back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Jungkook’s eyes screwed shut as his mouth fell open into a raspy moan, cum painting his stomach in long, thick strips and leaking over Tae’s hand and down his balls.

Tae let go of his half hard cock to hold his waist again, smearing his cum along the way as he thrust his hips up into him even harder. Jungkook was a sobbing, slobbery mess bouncing on Tae’s cock and your attention was torn between his expressions and the way Tae’s balls seemed to be tightening up. Jungkook didn’t seem to know which way was up, entirely blissed out on the feeling of his orgasm and Tae driving his cock into his ass. Within moments, Tae slammed into him one last time with an animal like growl. The feeling of his cum filling him up caused Jungkook to moan loudly in satisfaction. Tae pulled him upwards off his cock but kept Jungkook’s legs draped over his thighs as he slumped against him.

“Show it to her,” Tae demanded.

Jungkook knew exactly what he meant as his hips tilted upwards and you watched him push the cum out of his ass. God how you wanted to fall to your knees and eat it out of him, but right now you were going to let this situation finish.

Silence was soon blanketing the room, breathing became even, and the three of you were cloaked in darkness with only the city lights illuminating the space. When Jungkook finally felt like he could move he started to lean, reaching towards you. He slipped off Tae’s lap, knees to the floor as he settled his head into your lap.

“You smell so good,” he said as he inhaled deeply, face dangerously close to your center. “Did you enjoy it?”

You ran your fingers through his hair lovingly and he sighed deeply.

“Every second, baby.”

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sxfterhearts · 4 years ago

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wounded

24. [7:25 pm]

➳ pairing: yugyeom x reader

➳ genre/warnings: slow burn, fluff, slight bad boy!yugyeom, triggers; mentions of violence, injuries, physical abuse

➳ word count: 2,504 words

➳ summary: 24. “Just because,”

➳ author's note: this will probably turn into a two-shot, inspired by new era yugs. all creds for the gif below to @jinyoungot7, thank you so much 💖 i’ve been sitting on this idea for a bit too long + rewrote it 3 times (bc my dumb self forgot to hit save) so i really struggled to form the right words. i hope you’ll forgive me for this! any form of feedback will be very much appreciated 💕 (also: imo = aunty)

wounded // scarred // healed

A rush of stiflingly hot summer air pummeled through the double doors of your family’s restaurant, disrupting the once cool atmosphere created by the air-cons. Being reminded of this season’s unforgiving behaviours urged you to lift the straw of your cool drink to your lips.

The sip of iced Americano, however, got stuck in your throat when you laid eyes upon the restaurant’s newest patron.

Yugyeom. Kim Yugyeom, with his untucked shirt and loosened tie, took confident strides across the dining area in the direction of the kitchen window where chefs would place finished dishes, ready to be served. Your brain short-circuited for several moments as you did nothing but watch him from your position behind the cashier. His actions were that of a regular’s as he arrived at the window and stuck his head through the opening in the wall, his hand coming up in a small wave to catch the chefs’ attention.

It was then that you registered, quite belatedly, the bruises and splotches of crimson littered across the back of his raised hand, tarnishing the fair skin.

You distinctly remembered that you saw plasters wrapped around his fingers earlier today when you sat beside him in class. His current wounds made the older ones seem like insignificant paper cuts. It wasn’t unusual for Yugyeom to turn up covered in fresh cuts and purple bruises, though. In fact, you had grown so accustomed to this that you started stocking up on assorted Rilakkuma plasters. Since the start of the semester when you were assigned the furthest desk from the whiteboard, you learned how to disinfect open wounds with saline solution and cover it properly with pastel-coloured dressings, all courtesy of Kim Yugyeom.

“Imo, can I please order takeaway? One bibim naengmyeon and one mul naengmyeon, double serving of pickled radishes, two eggs and extra-”

“Yugyeom-ah!” Your mother’s unmistakeable voice pierced through as her head peeked out of the little window, coming face to face with your desk partner. She addressed him with such a warm and motherly tone, which left you surprised and confused. “Oh, oh dear… It’s best if you take a seat, you can have your dinner here. I’ll pack Mark’s in a takeaway container, don’t you worry.”

“But Imo, I need to get back, Mark-”

“No buts, Yugyeom. I already memorised your orders. Sit down, your food will be ready in a second.”

“Imo, I can’t-” Yugyeom protested weakly, waving his hands in refusal, but you knew it was all for nought. Attempting to deny your mother’s orders were an impossible feat.

A short silence ensued. You guessed this was caused by your mother’s signature death stare. Having been on the receiving end countless times during your lifetime, you were well aware that it could make anyone’s skin rise with goose bumps or a chill to run down their spines.

“Okay, Imo…” Came Yugyeom’s resigned voice as his lanky legs dragged himself over to the vacant seat closest to the kitchen.

You took this as your cue to question your mother in detail about how she became so familiar with your class’ bad boy. Unfortunately, you were met with a curt reminder of the first-aid kit in the cupboard under the counter as she busied herself with blanching the buckwheat noodles. When she was in her element, there was no way to deviate her attention from the task at hand.

Rummaging through the cupboard, you fished out the white box with a red cross stuck on the top of the lid. Taking a few moments to steel your quickening heart rate, you were struck by the realisation that this would be the first time seeing Yugyeom outside of school in the entire five years you spent as classmates. He was a quiet boy, never uttering a single word in school, even when the teachers were asking him questions, landing him a semi-permanent spot in detention. Most days, he would plug one earphone into his ear and rest his head on folded arms, taking frequent naps as the class learned about organic compounds or Punnett squares. He was also handed multiple demerits for breaking the school rules, which ranged from getting into fist fights with seniors who bullied students for their lunch money, or wearing one too many piercings (especially the shiny ones), to refusing to get a haircut when his fringe began to grow past his eyebrows, obscuring his eyes.

The most intimidating aspect about sitting next to Kim Yugyeom, however, was that nearly every week you were forced to come face to face with angry gashes and wounds that he seemingly gained overnight. He always turned a blind eye when you succumbed to your curiosity and inspected his injuries from your seat, mere inches away. Wordlessly, you would clean the damaged skin with practiced hands, then patch it up with a plaster. Rilakkuma, you decided, suited him best. The plasters matched his yellow Rilakkuma earphones. You even caught him occasionally staring at the plasters when you stayed in class during lunch, the only period in which he remained awake.

“Y/N,” Yugyeom called as you drew the seat next to him. He stared at the table, refusing to meet your eyes.

Your ears perked up the moment your name left his lips; you were not used to this. It was a rare occurrence for the two of you to speak. Usually you went about your everyday tasks silently, with little words being exchanged. It was a silence that grew comfortable over the semester, and you found yourself appreciating the peace it brought during stressful times.

Conversations between the two of you had only started up recently. This was largely attributed to your father, who worked front of the house, being ridiculed by your classmate’s parents when they visited the restaurant. They complained about your father’s complete lack of competence when they had to wait forty-five minutes for their food to arrive, only to receive the wrong dishes in the end. Furious, they shoved the plate of food off the table and stormed out of the restaurant, not even bothering to settle the bill. Your father was left to clean up the scraps in front of all the other customers, severely damaging the restaurant’s reputation.

The classmate, a snobby, pampered girl, confronted you in school the next day by rudely pushing your books and stationery onto the floor, just like her parents did. You held back angry, frustrated tears as she ridiculed you and your family in front of all your other classmates, tearing you down to shreds. Yugyeom, rousing from his nap, caught the girl’s wrist before she had the chance to slap you across the face with a notebook.

Everyone grew quiet then. The boy had never done anything to gain attention, always preferring to remain behind the shadows in perfect silence. “Keep it down, you’re ruining my sleep.” Yugyeom hissed threateningly. She cowered in fear and backed off, never to provoke you again.

“Look up, Yugyeom.” You instructed, returning to the task at hand. With a concerned gaze, you conducted a thorough examination of his injuries. The cuts on his hands and the bruises on his knuckles were fairly standard – a quick clean and plaster should do the trick. You got to work, pulling out the alcohol-free cleansing wipes and dabbing over the torn skin with gentle fingers. The boy flinched slightly upon the first contact but behaved rather well as you continued to tend to his hands. Your gaze flitted over the two spherical scars on the underside of his left forearm as he reached forward, closing the distance between the two of you. They were cigarette burns, you figured. You could feel Yugyeom’s fingers brushing against your temples as he pushed strands of your short hair back to rest behind your ears, the tips of which glowered pink at his actions.

“What happened this time?” You asked, somewhat rhetorically. You knew full well that Yugyeom would never divulge the events that led up to his injuries, no matter how persistent you were.

He hummed in response, as though that were an appropriate answer, and scrunched up his face slightly to express his reluctance in answering your question.

The wound smack bang in the middle of his nose presented itself as a bit more of a challenge. While Yugyeom was no stranger to facial injuries, often sporting shallow cuts close to his brow or near his chin, this was much deeper; much larger. It drew unwanted attention and tarnished his otherwise handsome features.

A dull thud sounded as a bowl of cold noodles landed on the table. Your mother stood over the two of you, shaking her head as she handed you a warm towel. You accepted it, still utterly clueless about how your mother was so well acquainted with Yugyeom and his injuries. “Y/N-ah, use this to clean the wound. If it’s still bleeding a lot, apply some pressure to it.” She then turned to the boy, tutting in disapproval. “Yugyeom, I’ve always respected your privacy when you show up in my restaurant covered in cuts and bruises, but this is where I draw the line. Your injuries are getting more serious. You and I are going to have a serious talk once you finish your dinner, young man. It’s been two years and I can’t watch from the sidelines any longer, are we clear?”

You watched as Yugyeom nearly heaved out a sigh, but decided against it in the last minute. “Yes, Imo. Thank you, Imo.”

Your mother, with her hands perched atop her waist, nodded gravely before strutting over to the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone once more. A million questions swarmed in your head as Yugyeom took the towel from your hands, pressing it onto his wound as he began to devour the bowl of cold noodles. This has been going on for two years? You wondered to yourself. Two long years, and yet I’ve never even ran into him in the restaurant. There’s no way, he must’ve been here when I worked over the summer. Maybe he was just sitting in a corner, eating in silence… As usual.

“You’ve been coming her for two years?” You asked before you could stop yourself, your curiosity getting the better of you. “But why?” Why didn’t you tell me? You thought silently, the rest of the sentence unable to leave your mouth.

Yugyeom shrugged as he picked out two halved egg yolks from the boiled eggs with his chopsticks. “Just because,”

Because you pitied me? Because you were ashamed of me? Because you couldn’t face me in school without thinking about that incident caused by the girl’s parents?

“It’s not like that.” The boy said flatly, his eyes meeting yours with a resolute gaze when he noticed you withdrawing, getting lost in your thoughts. “This is the only place that sells naengmyeon all year.”

“What?” You muttered in disbelief.

“I have naengmyeon every Friday, even in winter. The food is good and I only live five minutes away.”

You nodded at his explanation. Perhaps you were overthinking the situation.

“I was also trying to hide most of my injuries from you.” He admitted in a low voice, barely audible above the white noise of the restaurant. Yugyeom took another mouthful of noodles into his mouth, chewing appreciatively as the refreshing flavours soothed his senses. “Fridays…” He paused, eyes wandering vacantly around the vicinity of the restaurant. “Fridays are gambling days for my uncle. He’ll gamble, lose, drink and come home for dinner. You know my older brother, Mark?”

“Yeah, I know Mark.” It was hard not to know about Mark. Before he graduated four years ago, rumours about him spread like wildfire throughout the entire school. The one rumour you distinctly remembered as a first-year student was that he maintained good grades by doing, for a lack of better word, favours, for his female teachers.

“Mark would rush me out of the house before our uncle got home. He acted as my uncle’s babysitter by cooking him dinner, and then as his punching bag when he had to take out his frustration. I was home once when it happened, some time last year. After that I made Mark agree for us to take turns.”

Your head started to spin as your brain worked to process this new information. “Wait so, the cuts, the bruises, the burns, all of that…?”

Yugyeom nodded, still staring beyond the double doors. The sun was beginning to set. In the back of his mind, he registered that his uncle would be home soon. “Honestly, Mark had it worse, especially in the first few months after.”

He meant after his parents passed away two years ago. A car accident. They were coming home from their anniversary dinner. It was raining. There was a truck going around the corner at insane speeds, towards their car. It swerved. Their car plummeted off a cliff. They died instantly, the aunties gossiped as they filtered in and out of the restaurant. Poor kids, they would remark, casting pitied looks at the brothers.

“Your mother, she’s really something else.” He said with a small smile while picking up a few pieces of cucumber and radish. “The first time I came in, the restaurant was about to close. She took one look at me and forced me to press a piece of frozen beef on my bruise. She talked to me the entire time she was dressing my wound, I swear my ears nearly fell off.”

That sounded exactly like your mother. She loved to nag, but it always came from a place of genuine concern. “Imagine being her daughter.” You joked, grateful for the slight comedic relief from the heavy nature of the words you shared. It was one of the few proper conversations you had with your desk partner.

“Sometimes I have to remind myself that she isn’t my mother.” Yugyeom said, his tone so broken and devastated that you felt your heart ache within your chest.

You placed a hesitant hand on his shoulder, trying your best to provide him with some form, any form of comfort. “I’m sure she cares for you like her own son. Especially since she’s been making you dinner every Friday for the past two years.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“She even nurses your injuries.”

“But you do that too.” He pointed out without missing a beat, a teasing glint in his eyes as he finally turned to look at you.

“I…”

“Nevermind, forget I said anything.” Yugyeom replied with a knowing grin, returning back to his dinner.

I care about you too, a lot. You confessed silently, resting your heavy head on your palms as you watched him eat. The golden shine of the sun casted upon his pointed features. Despite the old scars and the new wounds, he glowed.

A part of you realised that after so many months, you had finally broken-down Kim Yugyeom’s iron walls. School would be very different from now on.

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unknownqhost · 4 years ago

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Tamaki meeting Yurei again after so long just not in the way he anticipated.

(Read this comic like a normal manga-right to left)

Yeesh sad vibes here.

Here's some of the story between these two:

Yurei and Tamaki were friends from elementary school to year 1. Yurei, with not many friends, held Tamaki close to her heart. She had a normal quirk, nothing too fancy, but when Tamaki was going to try out for UA, the thought of being alone and pressure from her peers made Yurei try out as well. The two both got in, with Yurei simply being happy she got to stay friends with Tamaki.

Unfortunately, Tamaki’s potential was soon realized by everyone, and he spent a lot of his days working hard to better what he had, which automatically made him distance from Yurei without realizing. At the same time, Yurei was just figuring out her feelings for him and realizing herself that she had fallen for him.

With both Yurei and Tamaki’s self hatred, the few times they would hang out the two would automatically assume the other hated them. In Yurei’s case, Tamaki was distant and that lead to Yurei being far too desperate to please him, making her jittery and on edge whenever they’d talk in fear of messing things up. Tamaki saw this, and assumed she hated him and was terrified of even talking to him. He confided in Mirio, who simply said she probably had a crush on him, but Tamaki refused to believe it.

The two distanced enough so that they never talked anymore, and stopped being friends. Yurei was devastated, having no one else in her life besides her neglectful mother and obedient father. She wanted attention so desperately that she turned to drugs, partying, and alcohol. She was commonly known as a whore, despite not having slept with more than 5 people.

Tamaki and Mirio didn’t exactly know what to think of her new ways, so they tried not to pay attention to the rumours and gossip. Yurei stopped paying attention to school, never having wanted to be a pro hero in the first place. Eventually, she started failing, causing her parents to punish her and keep her from going out at night. She stopped partying, and restarted to just skipping school during the day all together and sneaking out at night to smoke. She usually went to shadier areas, not really caring what people she bumped into.

On one of the days she bothered to go to school, she was doing solo training near a forest by UA. She eventually got tired, and took a quick nap, unfortunately for her, it was right nearby where the league was watching UA. She was drugged in her sleep, and kidnapped. Long story short, this was before the league kidnapped Bakugo, and now wanted to kidnap a random UA student to test the waters. See if they could pull it off without going full throttle, and they got lucky because when Yurei went missing, everyone simply thought she was skipping school or sneaking out so the police weren’t called until days later. I’ll write about Dabi and Shigiraki’s roles during those days later, but in short Yurei realized the ideology Everyone was talking about made a lot more sense than what the school was preaching. She grew bitter towards Hero’s, associating them with her bad experiences (Example, with her parents as no one came to save her despite her calling the police multiple times as a child). The league liked the potential in her quirk, so the league decided to do something rash.

They faked her death. Set out a burnt body decoy with her DNA and everything. They didn’t want her getting away and spilling their plans, though Yurei was more than okay with getting out of her previous life. The police soon found the fake body, and Yurei was officially announced as dead. Tamaki was of course devastated, thought he two weren’t friends anymore, he still missed his old friend and it really fucked with his head.

Yurei had to watch the funeral and announcements of her death and search for the criminals on live TV, along with all of UA. On the day of her body discovery, classes were cancelled due to the fact the league had “killed” their first UA student. Pro heros were getting worried. Really worried.

Her identity was covered by cutting her hair short and putting a mask on when fighting out in public. Yet Dabi found it amusing to rip off her mask in front of Todoroki stating “no one will ever believe you” when the young boy realized who it was.

Long after her death, the war ark was happening (note I haven’t read that far yet in the manga so this could be off), and Yurei was fighting and killing pro heros when she bumped into Tamaki trying to fight her (not knowing who she was at the time) Yurei, being bitter, fought him, yet within the fight Tamaki began to notice how her quirk was a lot alike to Yurei’s. He asked who she was really and she said her villain name (Aster), and not satisfied with that answer, he ripped off her mask and realized who she truly was.

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Sorry for the long text but I hope to write and draw more with Aster.

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thebrochtuarachs · 4 years ago

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To Begin Again, Chapter 11: “Riding”

A/N: I know it's been a while since I updated this story but I hope you like this short little chapter. :) It's been fun revisiting this story and I just love this AU of Jamie and Claire. It’s been a while since I wrote so apologies in advance and as always, comments and suggestions are always welcome. Hope you're staying safe in this pandemic. Love always, M

This chapter is dedicated to @samncait4ever. 🧡 Thank you for being a wonderful friend and fandom ally. Rest in Peace. <3

AO3 / CH: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

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Jamie and Claire spent the next two days rekindling with each other inside the laird's room, only bothering to leave the chambers once to grab food from the kitchen that will last them for days.

They flitted through talking, eating, coming together, and sleeping ( not particularly in that order ) until they’ve reached another pause in what has been a blissful 2 days.

"Jamie," Claire said softly, a hand caressing the back of his head, "I don't think I've ever been so happy." Jamie rolled to one side, shifting his weight carefully so as not to squash his wife, and lifted himself to lie face-to-face with Claire.

"Nor me, my Sassenach," he said, and kissed her lightly, but lingering, so that she had time just to close her lips in a tiny bite on the fullness of his lower lip. "It's no just the bedding, ye ken," he said, drawing back a little at last. His eyes looked down at Claire, a soft deep blue like the warm tropic sea.

"No," Claire said, touching his cheek. "It isn't."

"To have ye with me again -to talk wi' you -to know I can say anything, not guard my words or hide my thoughts...God, Sassenach," he said, "the Lord knows I am lust-crazed as a lad, and I canna keep my hands from you-or anything else-" he added, wryly, "but I would count that all well lost, had I no more than the pleasure of havin' ye by me, and to tell ye all my heart."

Claire’s heart ached and soared with Jamie’s confession, much more to the fact that his sentiments echo to hers so strongly.

“So tell me all yer heart” Jamie said, “We’ve got time now”

Claire gave a small chuckle but moved to settle a bit more to Jamie’s side. "It was lonely without you," she whispered. "So lonely." She need not say more.

“Do ye regret it?” he asked, not really meaning to dampen their high but a question that came naturally in the conversation.

Claire didn’t even think about not answering but owed it to her and Jamie’s newfound strength to bring up these kinds of conversation in their reunion.

“The time we lost, yes. Brianna, no - definitely not.” She gave him a wry smile and continued. “There are so many what-ifs, the things we dreamed about happening, the future we planned… a part of me wonders what our life would be like if we stayed in the 18th century, raised Bree in that time with Jenny and Ian.”

“Aye, I do ken what yer saying. I spent a lot of time in the cave thinkin’ about ye and the bairn and what she’d look like, how ye’ll be as the lady of the house, something of the like’

Claire glanced at the window where the light was strong through the blinds, telling us that it was probably mid to past noon.

“Jamie, as much as I’d like to stay here another day, Bree’s coming in the evening and we need to get up and put our clothes on at some point.”

Knowing full well that Jamie won’t be the first to comply, Claire reluctantly got up and rummaged through the pile of discarded clothes on the floor to look for some undergarments and pants. Jamie was still not moving, staring at her with hooded eyes she knew so well but she would not budge as well.

“Oh, come on, get up!” She said laughingly as she pulled the blanket off Jamie’s body forcing him to groan in the cold. “There’s plenty more to see around! care for a stroll with me?”

“With ye, anywhere, Sassenach.”

Bree’s last class for the day cancelled allowing her to travel up to Lallybroch earlier than scheduled. Her parents' directions were fairly easy to follow and now, she found herself on the rough path towards a 3-story building that was meant to be her home.

She saw every detail as told by her mother - the arch that bore the Fraser emblem at the top, the handsome three-story manor of harled white, windows outlined in the natural gray stone, a high slate roof with multiple chimney’s and several smaller whitewashed buildings clustered about.

She took it all in and expected to feel all the history to overwhelm her but for some strange reason, it brought her a sense of peace and belonging.

She parked her car and proceeded to knock on the front door. After three tries and no answer, she decided to explore the backyard and found out why her knocks and calls were unanswered.

Over the horizon, Brianna saw two horses racing one another in the open field, the competition clearly fierce.

“You’ve lost your touch on the horse, Sassenach” Jamie called, looking briefly behind him to watch Claire.

Claire commanded her horse to a faster speed, easily surpassing Jamie, calling him out “Sorry, you were saying?” she laughed. “Race you to the stables!”

With her headstart, Claire ran out Jamie and won the race.

Once she dismounted her horse and led her white horse to her stable for some food and water while Jamie followed suit, dismounting from his black stallion.

“I should’ve known you were holding back from me, Sassenach.” Jamie said, walking towards her as she closed the door to her horse’s stables.

“Well, if last night was any indication, you shouldn’t have doubted that” Claire replied, allowing herself to be trapped as Jamie placed both his hands on the stable door, blocking her way.

"I thought you'd be a little sore but I seem to be mistaken" Jamie teased, leaning in for a kiss until -

“Mama! I’m surprised that you can ride...” Brianna began her question “... a horse!”

“Bree! You’re here! I thought you won’t arrive till nighttime” Claire pulled away from Jamie’s arrest and went to greet their daughter.

“Yeah, my last class got cancelled. Roger and Mrs. Graham will come in a couple of days.” she explained. “Hi, Da” Bree proceeded to give Jamie a brief hug as well.

“Well, it’s almost lunch, I think we have pork chops we can easily deep fry.”

“Sounds good.”

The trio walked back to the house where Claire proceeded to the fridge and told Jamie and Bree where everything else in the kitchen are.

“So, tell me about the house” Bree asked as they prepared their food.

Claire and Jamie proceeded to exchange stories, flitting between when Jamie’s father built it, to stories of the Fraser children being born in the house, to when they stayed there for a couple of months after they got married, how Jenny and Ian kept it in the family through the challenging years in the past and how Claire purchased and renovated to what it is now.

“It’s a rather large piece of land, that’s why we need the horses.” Claire finished the story.

“How’d you learn?” Bree asked.

“Well, you know my stories with Uncle Lamb and how we traveled to archaeological sites when I was younger. I had to learn pretty quickly how to ride. And then, when I met your Da, he was a soldier and a stable boy, taking care of the horses, so I got to spend a lot of time watching him train the young kids in the castle” Claire explained.

“Do ye know how to ride, Brianna?” Jamie asked as they fixed the table.

“Uhm, no.”

“I can teach ye! If ye want, of course.” Jamie stammered, hoping he did not push his limits.

“Yes! I would love to.” Bree exclaimed excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to try but never got the chance.”

“Why not? I thought Boston had good facilities for horseback riding?” Jamie asked. Bree and Claire exchanged glances but came out with it.

“Frank and I were either too busy with the university or the hospital so we never really got to take Bree out to spontaneous weekend trips.” Claire began to explain.

“Our trips are planned months in advance so everyone is free. We mostly went to historical sites or the beach for maximum relaxation but adventures like these didn’t happen often.” Bree followed.

Jamie looked unsure how to proceed based on their stories as it seemed half fun. Claire and Bree picked up on it and decided to continue on baby steps when it comes to telling Jamie details of their life the past 20 years.

“Maybe you can start teaching Bree how to ride later after lunch and we show her around the house” Claire pitched.

“Sounds like a plan!” Brianna agreed with a clap.

They proceeded on eating their pork chops while continuing with exchanging stories about Lallybroch. After lunch, they showed Bree to her room while they all freshened up and took a short nap.

Around 4:00 in the afternoon, they all went back to stables where Jamie introduced Bree to one of the mares, Jilly, gave a little lecture and then let her mount up. Claire was content watching on the side with a basket full of snacks for the afternoon.

“Alright, now, just try and be comfortable on the horse. Sit straight and relax. You know when they say that horses smell fear, it’s true” Jamie said to Bree. “Okay, I’m going to take you on a short walk around.” Brianna nodded and gently held on the reins.

Jamie took the horse for a walk around an open lawn and Brianna pretty quickly caught up with the rhythm. After 5 trots, Jamie put the horse on a gallop as a challenge and his daughter ran with it excellently.

“This is fun!” Bree called out to Claire.

“Wait till you dismount it then let me know again.” Claire joked. “But you’re doing great, sweetheart!”

After two hours on and off the horse, night was falling in and they decided to call it a day.

“I’ll go ahead and start dinner, hope you like carbonara. You two, take care of things around here.” Claire declared.

“I’ll walk her to the stables.” Brianna insisted and took the reins from her Da and walked Jilly back to the stables.

“I’ll follow you in a minute, Bree” Jamie said as Claire went towards him for a snuggle as they watched their daughter walk ahead.

“She’s a natural, Jamie” Claire whispered. “Just like her father”

“Don’t make me cry, Claire. But yes, she is” Jamie pulled Claire tighter and gave her a light kiss in the hair. “I always imagined how teaching and taking our children out on a horse would look like. Now, I don’t have to.”

“Aww, darling. It truly has been the best days and I know there is more to come.” Claire lifted her head and gave Jamie a quick kiss. “Now, go and teach our daughter how to rub down a horse and I’ll get dinner started.”

#outlander #outlander fanfic #outlander fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #to begin again #to begin again AU #jamie fraser #claire fraser #jamie x claire #brianna fraser #jamie x claire x bree #mia writes again after a long time #canon divergent AU

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nommy-thoughts · 4 years ago

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Danger Noodles Epilogue

Wordcount: 4.4 K

Summary: You can’t just bring two giant nagas into town, even the outskirts of town, and expect that nobody will notice.

Breakfast, repercussions, and departure.

Cowritten with @that-prey-lounge!

[Danger Noodles Masterpost]

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The two giant nagas woke at dawn, as was their habit. The others, unused to rising so early, remained asleep. Luckily for them, their scaled beds seemed perfectly content to be still and watch the little ones sleep. Remus gently stroked Patton’s hair, an extremely fond expression on his face.

Dee-Dee was the next to wake, stretched out over a few branches inside his tank. With a little yawn, he started to stir slowly, but jolted up at noticing the giant naga scent that had filled the house. He peered through the glass and soon spotted all three of his humans sleeping in the nest made out of the giant nagas’ coils.

They must have fallen asleep there since they couldn’t get to their bedrooms. Dee-Dee vaguely remembered Logan pulling him away from Patton at some point last night and putting him to bed in his tank instead. For his own safety, Logan had said, though Dee-Dee would have preferred to stay with Patton, to protect him.

Well, he would just have to go back to Patton again now. With that decided, Dee-Dee slithered up the ladder-like slope Logan had installed in the corner of his tank when they’d first gotten it, which allowed him to get in and out on his own.

A rumbling voice filled the air. “Hello, little one.” Dee-Dee blinked and peeked out over the rim of his tank. The red naga had turned, looking at him. “Sleep well?”

“As well as I could, with my humans in the coils of hungry giants,” Dee-Dee answered pointedly. He tugged on his capelet, adjusting it minutely.

The giant naga chuckled softly, while the other continued to pet Patton.

Dee-Dee huffed and lowered himself down to the table and then to the floor. It seemed he’d have to wake his humans up himself. He slithered across the floor, and froze when a shadow fell over him. He looked up to see the red naga — Roman, Dee-Dee recalled — looming over him.

“Where do you think you’re going? Hm?”

The micro naga couldn’t allow himself to be intimidated like this. He gave a fierce look up at the giant. “I’m going to get my human up so I can get some breakfast.”

“It’ll take ages for you to climb over to Patton, if you can even scale our tails.” Roman lazily draped his torso over the nearest bend of his tail. “Want a hand?”

“I can get him myself!” Dee-Dee determinedly slithered forward, but stopped short as he approached the nearest massive coil, thicker than he was long.

“Still don’t want that hand?”

“No!” Dee-Dee hissed softly. He reached out a hand, hesitating for a moment, and then pressed his fingers into a crack between two of Roman’s scales, trying to ignore how much larger than his hands each scale was. Using his grip for leverage, Dee-Dee pulled himself up an inch or so. He reached up with his other hand, feeling for another crack. As he felt around for some place to hold onto, his other hand slipped from where it had found purchase, and Dee-Dee landed back on the floor. He huffed in annoyance, readjusting his capelet once again.

Roman laid his stupidly big hand on the floor next to the micro naga. Dee-Dee glared at the offending appendage before glancing around for another option.

“C’mon, little noodle, I don’t bite.”

Dee-Dee still glared at Roman, but he did pull himself up onto his hand, climbing over fingers that were thicker than his entire body, and settled in his palm. “Bring me to Patton, and no grabbing!” he commanded.

“Yesssssir.” Roman teasingly flickered his tongue before carefully lifting Dee-Dee and moving him over their tails. Dee-Dee could not allow himself to be intimidated by the height. He was on a mission. He needed to get his human up.

“Oh em gee!” Remus suddenly loomed over Dee-Dee, who had to suppress a shudder. “He’s so liddle!”

“Yeah, so don’t bump me.” Roman glared at his twin.

“Right, can’t let Patton’s precious baby go ‘splat.’” Remus backed off and settled back down, resuming his petting of Patton.

Roman allowed himself a put-upon sigh before lowering his hand so his fingertips rested on Patton’s chest. Dee-Dee quickly slithered off. He brushed off his clothes once more, offended that those annoyingly big brutes had got their scent all over him. But at last he was where he wanted to be. “Patton. Patton, get up!”

Patton only mumbled softly, so Dee-Dee resorted to drastic measures. He slithered across Patton’s chest, up to his ear, and licked it, flicking his little tongue inside the ticklish opening.

Patton sat bolt upright, smacking his head against Remus’ palm in the process. “Ow!”

“Sorry.” Remus quickly pulled his hands back. “You okay?”

“’M fine.” Patton yawned, rubbing at his ear. “Dee-Dee, what was that for?”

“I’m hungry,” Dee-Dee said with a pout. “And I didn’t like this giant petting my human.” He wrapped his arms possessively around Patton’s neck as far as they could go and glared up at Remus, who only grinned back.

Patton gave him a fond pat on the back. “It’s okay, kiddo. We’re safe here.” He glanced around the nest of tails. Roman had started gently petting Logan instead, and Virgil lay tucked against a loop of Remus’s tail, arms and legs wrapped as far around it as he could reach. Patton yawned a bit. “I think I should make pancakes. What do you think, Dee-Dee?”

Dee-Dee relaxed with a smile. “I love pancakes.” He nuzzled Patton’s neck.

It was a slight struggle for Patton to get to his feet without upsetting Dee-Dee’s balance or stepping on a sensitive part of the twins, but he managed to get out of the impromptu nest without incident.

Patton stretched his legs and his arms out forward. “Could you wake the others? I’ll get started on breakfast.” He wandered into the kitchen, stifling another yawn. “Coffee first.”

Remus glanced at the sleeping humans. “Do we have to? They’re so cute all snuggled up.”

Roman heaved a sigh, and then gently poked Logan in the side. He didn’t react, so Roman did it again. Meanwhile, Remus pried Virgil off his tail, easily waking the young man.

Virgil scrambled for a second, trying to get to his feet, but he stumbled and fell right back into Remus’ hands.

“Morning.” The giant naga softly grinned and set Virgil on the couch cushion.

“Oh. Morning.” He blinked softly. “Sorry about intruding, we couldn’t get into the bedrooms.”

Remus waved him off. “It’s fine. I enjoyed cuddling, and you’re cute.”

By now, Roman managed to wake Logan, who grunted and crawled out of the nest.

“Well, good morning to you too, grumpus.”

“Logan normally doesn’t wake up well if he stays up late.” Virgil picked up the notebook left on the couch, glancing through the pages. “And looking at the details in these, he stayed up late.” He looked over at Logan, who was currently retrieving his glasses from the table to put them on his face. “I told you not to stay up too late,” Virgil scolded. “You promised not to.”

“I had the scale reference of not only multiple humans in their coils, but everyday furniture,” Logan pointed out. “It was an opportunity I simply could not pass up.”

Virgil gave him a Look. “Am I going to have to make you take a nap?”

“Virgil, you cannot force me to nap,” Logan answered, avoiding the question.

“I’ll get Patton to help me,” Virgil retorted. “If we both lie on top of you, we can probably hold you down.”

Logan frowned, then glanced towards the kitchen, from which the scent of coffee was beginning to emanate. He visibly perked up. “If you’ll excuse me.”

Virgil chuckled softly to himself before stretching. “That’s Logan.” He flipped a couple pages in the notebook. “Oh, wow. He’s just been a drawing machine.”

Remus leaned against the wall so he could look down over Virgil’s shoulder at the notebook, and he couldn’t help but be impressed. There was a lovely drawing of himself in the middle of eating prey. He softly touched his face, wondering if his scars really were that pronounced. Before he could ask Virgil that, however, his twin shoved at his coils.

“Hey, move.” Roman was trying to uncoil, but Remus had shifted and had too much weight on a part, so that they were tangled together.

It took a bit for them to uncoil from around each other, made more awkward by the close quarters of the humans’ living room. Virgil had to force himself to not be intimidated as red and green tails sprawled across the entire room. The twins were just so big, and Virgil felt very small beside them.

A little later, Patton came out of the kitchen with a stack of pancakes on a plate. Dee-Dee, playing scarf once more, had a silver dollar pancake in his hands and was contentedly munching on it. Logan followed with a mug of coffee in each hand. “Virgil, breakfast.” Patton set the plate down in the middle of the table. Looking up at the brothers, he added, “I’m working on getting a couple of big stacks for the two of you, so it’s going to be a bit of a wait.”

“You won’t be hearing any complaints from us.” Roman waved his hand. “Cook away, Patton.”

Logan set one mug of coffee at Virgil’s place and took a few long sips from the other.

“What’s that?” Roman asked curiously.

Logan looked up. “Hm?”

The naga pointed. “Your drink.”

“Coffee.” Logan took another sip, then asked, “Have you ever had coffee before?”

“No,” said Roman, shaking his head.

“Is it good?” asked Remus.

Logan shrugged. “I like it, but not everyone does. The main allure is the caffeine, which provides a burst of energy and allows one to wake more rapidly.” He looked down at his mug, then up at the twins again, lifting it. “Do you want to try?”

“Sure!” Remus said eagerly, reaching down.

“Careful, it’s hot,” Logan cautioned, handing his mug over.

Remus took it between two fingers, looking curiously at the dark liquid within. Then he poured the entire thing into his mouth. For a second, he was still. Then, turning excitedly to his brother, he said, “Roman, you gotta try this, it’s awful!”

“I’ll pass.” Roman shook his head. “That trick only works on me once.”

Logan had to suppress his offended look at Remus insulting his coffee before going to get himself a fresh cup. Virgil quietly snickered into his stack of pancakes before taking a sip of his own coffee.

“How can you guys drink that stuff?” Remus shuddered softly. “It’s so… bitter.”

“That’s because Logan likes his black.” Virgil set his mug down. “I’m not crazy and put creamer and sugar in mine.”

“My mental state has no correlation with how I take my coffee.” Logan sat down at his place with a fresh mug and started to eat. “For decades coffee was consumed by the masses with no additions.”

“Yeah, but we’re not cavemen anymore. We have technology… and flavored creamer.” Virgil took a long sip before returning to his pancakes.

“Can I try yours?” Remus asked, already reaching forward.

“Yeah, I guess.” Virgil handed it over, and Remus downed the entire mugful. He licked his lips, loudly smacking with his tongue.

“How is it?” Roman asked.

Remus shrugged. “Still weird,” he said, giving Virgil his mug back. Virgil got up to refill it.

When he came out, Patton followed behind him. “I’ve got another batch on the griddle,” he said, looking up at the twins. “It’d be barely a mouthful for you, though, so I figured I’d give you several batches at once.”

“That’s fine,” Roman reassured him again. “We appreciate any breakfast at all, since you originally only invited us over for dinner. You’ve been very hospitable.”

Patton grinned, sitting down at the table with his housemates. “Well, thank you,” he said.

The three humans and the micro naga ate, making casual conversation. Patton went back to the kitchen every so often to flip or pour pancakes, but rather than bring them out, he put them in his big roasting pan to keep them warm and soft.

Finally, it was full. Patton brought the heavy pan out, lifting it up triumphantly.

“Thank you,” Roman said, taking it from him. Remus leaned over, looking into the pan. They shook the pancakes out into their palms, half for each brother.

Logan, having finished his own meal, wiped his hands and mouth on his napkin, setting his dishes aside in a neat pile. “Roman, if you don’t mind, may I observe you eating?”

“You’ve already done that?”

“Apologies, I didn’t properly articulate my meaning.” Logan adjusted his glasses. “I’d like to physically observe how things pass through your body, preferably through applying small amounts of pressure to your torso to estimate the location of your esophagus in relation to your internal organs.”

At the bewildered look, Virgil translated. “He wants to Science you to find out more about how you eat, but it’s gonna take him getting in your personal space.”

“Oh.” Roman thought it over for a minute before nodding. “Sure. I don’t mind. Just don’t go sticking your hands in my mouth again. I don’t wanna accidentally bite you.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“He is about to get pretty hands-on, though,” Virgil warned, taking another sip of coffee. “If he’s too much, you can tell him to stop. He doesn’t get nonverbal cues super well unless you’re an animal.”

Roman nodded. Logan approached excitedly.

The doorbell rang, and everyone looked over, startled. Who could possibly be visiting at this time of the morning?

“I’ll get it,” Virgil sighed, putting his mug down and getting up. He glanced out the window and saw a woman with a big hat at the door. He sighed again and opened up, holding the door mostly closed so that his body blocked the view into the rest of the house. “We’re kinda busy- oh.”

It was the park ranger they had talked to before going into the woods months ago, the one who’d warned them of the naga sightings.

“Hello,” she said. “Do you live here?”

Virgil nodded. “Yeah.”

The ranger glanced down at the clipboard in her hands. “I’m just following up on a call we got. Your neighbor says they saw a huge snake go into your house; they were concerned for your safety.”

Virgil winced. Right, they’d forgotten to warn anyone that the brothers were coming over, and that there was nothing to be worried about. “Uh. Yeah…”

“There is a giant snake?” the ranger asked, immediately concerned. She pulled the radio from her belt. “I’ll get animal control right away. Has it attacked anyone?”

“No, wait!” Virgil exclaimed, throwing out an arm to stop her. “It’s okay, they promised not to hurt anybody!”

The ranger froze. “‘They promised’?” she repeated. “There’s more than one? And they can talk?”

Virgil nodded, trying to think of how to explain this. “There’s two,” he said at last. “And they’re not snakes, they’re giant nagas.”

The ranger gave him an odd look, like she wasn’t sure whether or not to believe him. “You have two giant nagas in your house,” she repeated flatly, “and they’ve promised to go against their man-eating nature and not hurt anyone?”

“Yeah.”

The ranger scoffed.

“I know, it sounds ridiculous,” Virgil said. “But-”

“May I see these friendly nagas?”

Virgil hesitated for a moment. “Uh.”

“Otherwise, I’m afraid I’ll have to write you up for misusing a ranger’s time.”

“Fine.” Virgil opened the door the rest of the way, gesturing for her to come inside. “But don’t freak out, okay?”

The ranger walked past him into the house, glancing around the entryway. Virgil closed the door and followed. Then she stepped through the doorway into the living room and stopped short.

Looking over her shoulder, Virgil saw the twins, somehow taking up even more of the living room than they had before. Logan was sitting on the base of Roman’s tail, raptly observing and taking notes as the giant naga ate pancakes one by one. Remus was watching them, with an almost jealous look on his face. Patton and Dee-Dee were nowhere to be seen, but Virgil figured that they were probably back in the kitchen.

Going past the frozen ranger into the living room, Virgil cleared his throat, and the others looked up. For several seconds, there was silence. Then, before anyone else could break it, Virgil explained, “The neighbors called the ranger station, because they saw someone’s giant scaly behind going into our house and thought we’d all been eaten.”

Roman shook his head. “We wouldn’t eat you!” he protested.

“Yeah, but our neighbors didn’t know that.”

Patton popped back around the corner at that moment, carrying a plate with a big stack of pancakes on it. “I’ve got more pancakes!” he announced cheerfully. “Oh, hi Virgil, who was at the door?”

Virgil gestured to the ranger standing just behind him. “Apparently nobody remembered to tell the neighbors that you invited giant, man-eating nagas over for dinner.”

“Formerly man-eating,” Roman corrected.

“We haven’t eaten a single human in months,” Remus agreed. Patton offered him the plate, and the giant naga took it gratefully. “Thanks.”

The ranger seemed to find her voice. “You… gave up eating humans?” she repeated incredulously. “Just like that?”

The two giant nagas nodded.

“Why?”

Both glanced in Patton’s direction. “Patton would be sad if we ate humans,” Roman explained.

Remus nodded vigorously. “It felt wrong to try and hunt something that looks so much like him.”

The ranger looked at Patton, then back up at the two giant nagas, and then back at Patton again. He gave her a small grin.

“Want to join us for breakfast? We can talk it through.”

The ranger declined, shaking her head. “This is insane.”

Logan adjusted his glasses. “I can agree this is certainly… strange, but they speak the truth. I kept an eye on any news surrounding the forest since we first encountered the twins, and they’ve not harmed any humans since Patton here first convinced them not to devour us. Surely you’ve also noticed the recent drop in missing persons cases.”

Remus stuck his tongue out, poking Logan in the shoulder. “Aww, you kept tabs on us?”

She lifted her head, blinking owlishly. “They were going to eat you… but you convinced them not to? How?!”

Roman picked Patton up, ignoring Dee-Dee’s immediate protests, and dangled him directly in front of the ranger. “Just look at his face, and tell me you’d still try to eat him,” he said. “Patton, do that thing, the really cute one.”

Patton looked over his shoulder up at Roman, eyes widened and head tilted just slightly. “What thing?”

“That’s the one!” Roman beamed. “That’s the look that made me realize I couldn’t.” He set Patton down with a fond smile.

The ranger groaned and glanced at Virgil and Logan. “And you two?”

“Patton informed them of our bond,” Logan explained. “Something along the lines of ‘If you eat them, you’ll have to eat me too.’”

“And obviously we couldn’t do that,” Remus said, looking fondly at Patton. “So we didn’t!” He patted Patton on the head. Dee-Dee hissed up at him.

The ranger looked around the room and slowly rubbed her face. “Fine. Fine. I’ll call off animal control. I’ll explain everything to them, but I’ll be needing statements from the three of you to corroborate the story.” She pointed sternly up at the nagas. “And next time, you need to give prior warning before coming into town. We can work out the details later regarding what kind of warning and how much prior.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“That sounds reasonable,” Logan said. “Wouldn’t want everyone freaking out.”

“Again,” Virgil added softly, rolling his eyes.

The ranger glanced around the living room one more time. “Alright, well then. I should go, make sure nobody sends backup in here after me. Wouldn’t want anyone panicking and making rash decisions.”

Virgil glanced back the way they’d come. “Yeah, I’d prefer to not have the front door kicked down.”

She started back towards the door. “Can you three come by the station this afternoon to give your statements?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Patton nodded and glanced at Logan. “After we send the twins home?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll see you three then.” And with that, she left.

Virgil sighed and sank into one of the table chairs. Logan sat in the chair beside him. “I feel as though we should have foreseen this.”

“Sorry,” Patton said, heading back into the kitchen. “I forgot that they were scary.”

“With how we met, you think we’d remember.” Virgil shook his head. “Especially Logan and I.”

“Yeah, but they’ve been so nice since then, and it’s been months!”

Virgil looked up at the two nagas. “You’re gonna have to go home pretty soon,” he told them.

“Yeah, figured,” Roman chuckled.

“We probably ought to escort you back to the edge of the woods, to ensure your safety,” Logan mused. “I’d hate for someone to shoot at you.”

“I’ve been shot before,” Remus said. “Zero out of ten, would not recommend.” He scowled. “I didn’t even get to eat the guy! He got away while I was distracted by the pain.”

Virgil chuckled, patting him on the hand. “Poor baby,” he said, his voice somehow both sympathetic and teasing. Mostly teasing.

Remus pouted.

“Well,” Roman said reluctantly after a moment of silence. “We should probably be heading for home.”

“Yes, that would probably be best,” Logan agreed, just as reluctantly. He paused. “How did you get in here in the first place?”

“It wasn’t easy.” Roman rubbed the back of his neck. “We had to turn sideways and squish ourselves through your little entrance tunnel. The first part especially was really tight to get through.”

“I would imagine so,” Logan said, looking over at the entryway, then back at the twins. “Lucky we have a wide front door, or else you’d never have gotten your hips through.”

Virgil glanced at the door, then around the room. “D’you think they’d fit better going out the window?”

They all looked. The living room window took up most of the wall, and was certainly wider than the front door.

“They’d have to be more careful not to break it,” Logan said musingly. “Also, that would put them in our backyard.”

“And we’d have to take the screen out,” Patton pointed out, coming back out of the kitchen with another plateful of pancakes. “You still hungry?”

Remus perked up. “Yes please!” he said, reaching for the pancakes.

Roman was staring at the door, occasionally glancing down at himself. “Don’t stuff yourself, Ree,” he said finally. “It was enough of a squeeze getting in on an empty stomach.”

Logan nodded, giving Roman’s tail a significant glance where he had been palpating it. “You’ve certainly become much firmer than before you began eating,” he said. “I expect you’d have trouble fitting through as tight a space as you could slip through before.”

Remus begrudgingly put the stack of pancakes down. “Fine, fine.” He scowled briefly, then sighed. “I guess we’d better go, then.”

Virgil got up. “Door or window?” he asked.

They considered. “Door,” Logan said at last.

With a nod, Virgil went and opened it.

Roman went first. Virgil stepped out of the way as the big red naga slithered past. Roman had to duck his head to enter the hallway, and basically crawl to get through the door. However, despite having to turn sideways and wriggle awkwardly, he made it through without too much difficulty.

Remus stuck.

He got his upper half through alright, as well as about a foot of scaled tail, but just below that, it was thicker, and he jammed in the doorway like a plug.

“I’m stuck,” Remus whined. “Help.”

“Yes, we noticed,” Logan answered. He eyed the giant green tail. “How exactly are we supposed to help?”

“Push!”

“There aren’t exactly handholds, you slippery snake!” Virgil retorted. But all the same, all three humans clustered around, doing their best to push Remus through the door. On the outside, Roman took his brother’s hands, pulling.

Dee-Dee didn’t try very hard to hide his amused, smug smirk at the sight of the giant pest, stuck. But, at least he didn’t taunt him.

“C’mon, suck it in.” Virgil growled. “Logan, on three. One, two, three!” The pair gave an enormous shove.

There was a creak and Remus popped through the doorframe. He tumbled into Roman, and they made a tangled naga knot on the road.

“Are you okay?!” Patton quickly stepped out to check on them.

“We’re fine.” They dusted themselves off, untangling a little, but leaving a loop of tail entwined.

Virgil grabbed Patton’s jacket from its hook by the door as well as his own, following him out. Logan paused in the doorway to check for damage.

“If you get any bigger, we won’t be able to have you over,” Patton said sadly. “Are you done growing yet?”

The twins exchanged glances, then shook their heads.

“Sorry, Patt,” Roman said. “We’re not gonna be full-grown for a while.”

Remus patted Patton’s head. “Don’t be sad, little Patty,” he said. “You can still visit us in the woods.”

“Or get a bigger house!” Roman added.

Remus grinned. “Or get a bigger house,” he agreed.

Patton chuckled. Virgil dropped his jacket on his head. “Don’t catch a cold.”

Patton put it on, and Dee-Dee settled down around his neck again, huddling close for warmth.

“Do you wanna stay home, Dee-Dee?” Patton asked. “You don’t have to come.”

“No,” the little naga said firmly, snuggling down even more. “I’m curious.”

“Alright.” Patton touched him on the head. “But you should probably wear your hat, at least, keep your ears warm,” he added, reaching into his jacket pockets. He found the little soft, warm hat fairly quickly, and passed it over to Dee-Dee, who put it on. “C’mon, Lo.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Logan closed and locked the door. “Looks like Remus didn’t break the doorframe,�� he reported. “I’d rather not put that kind of stress on it again, though.”

“Remus, you glutton.” Roman softly punched his brother in the arm.

“Patton is good at making food!” Remus answered, not looking the least bit ashamed. “Come on, let’s go home.”

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Fin

If you like this story, check out There’s a Snek in the Woods, a reversed AU in which we swapped the humans and the nagas!

#original #my writing #collab #that prey lounge #sanders sides #danger noodles #writing #tangentially nommy related

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thetextilealchemist · 4 years ago

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How to: A-line dress with long sleeves

I swear, it’s easier than you might think.

You will need: -paper, markers, tape and rulers for drafting -scissors (paper and fabric, and never the twain shall meet) -2-3m of fabric (more if you can’t alternate layout, less if you’re small or don’t want sleeves) and appropriate thread -an old sheet or other waste material for a test model, if you’re so inclined -a friendly human (or dress form with your proportions and posture)

First, you’re going to need a few measurements. Get someone else to help if you can (I’ve done disastrously wrong self-measurements), and take all circumference measurements with a finger under the tape for ease (or you can add a bit, but I like the finger method). You’ll want the circumference of the bust, waist, bicep, and wrist, as well as the length of the back to the waist, underarm to waist, side of neck to waist at the front, and waist to desired hem in front, side, and back, as well as sleeve length to the shoulder and underarm. Take all of these wearing whatever support garments/undergarments you would wear with the dress.

There are a few ways to draft your princess seam bodice, the easiest of which (and first one I learned in my teens) is to copy from a garment that fits you: press each pattern shape flat against your paper, fold the seams away, and trace carefully, making note of darts. This method is great for trying to make costumes for friends with different proportions from your own. You can also draft from a waist block or sloper (instructions for this are in a variety of sewing manuals, but I recently followed the 1895 Keystone Guide, which worked pretty well once I adjusted a bit). Keep in mind that especially modern body block instructions tend to make assumptions about proportions, so if you have more curve or nonstandard/non-fashion-template proportions, you may need to take your front- vs. back bust and front- vs. back waist, and adjust accordingly.

Or, if you’re the “no patterns, we die like men” type, just measure out the bust, plot the waist and necklines based on lengths, and take out darts to get the right waist size. Take a look at a princess-seam pattern, have a drink, and guess. I’ve done all three methods, and tend to do a combination of the last two now. Once you have your pieces (front, side-front, side-back, and back), draw out a nice A-line skirt to the length you want. Don’t forget your seam allowances!!! Ask me how many times I’ve forgotten.

If you’re not 100% certain about your pattern, I encourage you to make a mockup. This stage is where I learned that I needed more bust shaping (top of the side-front curves significantly more than the side-back, nip in a bit under the bust), and I ended up liking my altered mockup enough to wear it all summer, then dye it to hide the stains.

You can copy a sleeve pattern as above, but the quick and dirty method here is to make a rectangle half the width of your bicep circumference and mark the length of your arm to the shoulder and the underarm. Draw a slightly sharper curve for the top and a shallower curve below, then check to make sure that those two curves match the circumference of your armhole, more or less. For a shoulder puff (great for tiny-shouldered people like me), spread the top half of the sleeve a bit, but keep the rectangular shape to gather into the wrist. This sleeve has a back seam rather than under the arm, so keep that in mind when cutting your pieces! You’ll also need cuff pieces as wide as your wrist circumference + crossover to button +seam allowance, folded double (or lined, if your material is thick). The last pattern piece is the pocket, which I pattern by tracing my hand, adding a bit (make sure the opening is wide enough for your angled hand to get through), then making sure it’ll fit my phone. If your material is thin, like this black wool crepe, you can use a different material for your pockets.

Now cut your pattern pieces! Make sure you’re following the grain of the fabric and including seam allowance, as well as paying attention to pattern or nap for reversed pieces (ie don’t cut two identical side pieces out of velvet, or you’ll cry). You might want to mark where the waistline is so you can match it up, since the curve around the bust can have some mish to it. I like to lay out all my pieces before I cut to make sure. Stitch together starting from the top, in case your skirt lengths weren’t 100% accurate (ask me how I know). Love yourself and finish seams for each discrete part (body, sleeves, pockets) before attaching them to the next part. Stitch by machine or by hand as you like - I prefer to finish by hand because my machine can’t be trusted for top stitching, and I think it looks nicer on wool.

Important interlude: you’re allowed to be frustrated by the pockets if you’re sewing on a machine. I’ll often finish them by hand because I don’t have a foolproof method, so pockets are a great time to take a break and pet a cat.

Get a friend to pin your shoulders, unless you’re way better at it than I am. I always guess wrong.

Note how the seams don’t precisely line up in the back - that’s okay. To place the sleeves accurately, mark the centre top and bottom, and match them up with the centre shoulder seam and side seam on the armhole of the body, then pin around and gather the extra at the top. You can do a proper gather, but I usually just do pleats. It’s okay if the front and back aren’t the same, so long as the sides match.

Putting the seam at the back means it should travel down the back/outside of the arm, and put the cuff closure on the ulnar side of the wrist, which I like. Pick your buttons and mark their placement, stitch buttonholes, then buttons to close to the right size. If you have multiple buttons, keep in mind that they might look closer to each other than the edges, so you might have to adjust. I also recommend leaving a bit of sleeve seam open to be able to get your hand through, then using a buttonhole bar (2-3 times between the tacking points, then cover with buttonhole stitch) or other tacking stitch to prevent tearing.

This short-sleeved wool version has little cap sleeves that are basically the top curve of the sleeve with a gently curved bottom and a bunch of pleats. I also took darts at the neckline to bring it in a bit.

I used the same pattern to make supportive chemises, because bras are for suckers and I need something between my sweaty skin and my nice wool. I fell in love with this pattern because it’s flattering and easy and I want pockets in everything, but it’s also not dissimilar to the dress I made for a high school BFF who asked me to make him a nice dress: princess seams and an A-line skirt look good on most bodies, no matter their proportions. Obviously you don’t need to pair it with a lace collar, but why not.

Go forth, and make comfy clothes! And do let me know how you do!

#my patterns #a-line dress #handmade clothing

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pocketninja-ffxiv · 4 years ago

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Sworn Protectors

After the two left the Heartwood Estate N'yami and Alexi ventured off to the Seeker's workshop off in the Goblet, N'yami was quiet for most of the trip and if Alexi tried talking with her it would be short replies. The look on her face showed she was deep in thought, and she was probably forming multiple plans on how they could locate those that were captured. Once at the house Yami opened the door to let Alexi in first then followed in. "Probably head downstairs and chat."That way I can also work on blueprints for that blade of yours."

Alexi wasn't much for conversation either as he followed N'yami to her shop. While she was working out plans, he was busy worrying about Shara... He almost walked right into N'yami when they arrived, not noticing they had even reached her workshop! "Oh, thank you," he said, stepping inside and taking a glance around the place. He nodded to her suggestion without looking at her. "Of course. I just want to make sure my weapon is up to snuff, considering I've never faced one of these creatures before." After a bit more admiring of her shop, he followed her down to the lower level.

N'yami walked over to the metal door and pressed a button to open it, once they were both through the door would close behind them to offer more privacy. It was mainly there to cancel out any sounds while the Miqo'te worked in her shop, pray to the twelve if her kits ever woke up during nap time. That was a battle of its own. "Make yourself comfy anywhere, and sorry for the noise, I know it can get a bit loud down here."

Alexi shook his head. "It's no bother." Drawing his gunblade from his back, he set it on the table between them, handle pointed towards N'yami, so she could inspect it if she wished. "Have you ever fought these spider things before?" he asked, settling down into a nearby chair but not quite looking comfortable. It wasn't the seat, he was still just anxious, his thoughts dwelling on the missing Shara…

N'yami reached forward to inspect Alexi's blade, she was careful with it and the way the Seeker looked it over was as if one was examining a piece of art. "I haven't, but it's not my first battle with allagan tech, I'll go off to Azys Lla sometimes to get cores for projects so I know how to get them down." Her gaze shifted from the blade to the Hrothgar in front of her. "And from the sounds of how these bastards work they drain one of aether, well, they're not gonna want mine that's for damn sure. But the pressure of it will have them comin'."

Alexi grunted and sat up, arms folding over his chest. "You're the one going to be using the dampener though, correct?" he asked, leaving the mechanical blade in her capable hands for as long as she wished.

"Sounds like it, we'll see how that goes." She offered a shrug before placing the blade carefully back onto the table. "I'll be honest, I'm not a patient person, even though we were told not to go out on our own I can't exactly just...sit here and do nothin'. The longer we wait..." Yami paused in thought and her brows furrowed for a moment at the possibilities of what could happen to those captured. "I don't want to think of what's happenin' while they wait for us."

Alexi grunted and his brow knit, showing his restrained frustration. "I agree... But while I want nothing more than to get my Shara away from those things and safely back home, as they said, we don't even know where they are." He breathed an exasperated huff and slumped back in his seat. "As much as I wish it wasn't so, this is our best bet... Though I'll fight like hells once the time comes. How dare they take my..." He cut himself off and just huffed again, glancing away for a moment…

"That's the thing, what if I told you I've come up with a plan to try and find the base?" Leaning back in her seat Yami crossed her arms and sighed softly. "It's a dumb plan and I know it but they took Ma, and Shara's a good friend of mine. I don't know Vanriri but I'm still willin' to blow shit up for that lalafell. We would go after Heartwood's little outin'. See if we can get any information where the base is and if so, well, I'm goin' whether you come or not. I plan on goin' to Coerthas and gettin' one of those buggers to come after me, essentially I'm gonna get myself captured and your gonna follow it. I'll be safe don't worry, I'm not exactly someone who gets taken out easily."

Alexi growled slightly at the plan. It was dumb! And so reckless! ...but it had piqued his interest. "I can see why you wouldn't have brought this plan up with the others... What makes you so sure you'll be fine if you get captured? How could I track you if these things are swarming?" His foot had started to tap anxiously. He did want to just storm their nest and free all of their friends but it still sounded so risky!

"They mentioned stunning darts are used, I can make a barrier on my skin to take most of the blow and just play dead so they take me. Once we're close enough I'll take care of the horde then get us in." The Seeker leaned forward and held her hand out so Alexi could see the red aether twirling around her fingers, it settled upon her skin and a quick shimmer ran along her skin. "As for trackin' me, I'll get ya a crystal filled with my aether, the closer ya are to me the brighter it glows."

Alexi watched the aetheric demonstration with interest, leaning forward and rubbing at his chin. "This... is so dangerous... It's a terrible plan... But I think it's better than waiting around." He gave a nod. "I trust you to take care of yourself but still... I'm relying on you to lead me to my... to our friends."

N'yami couldn't help but let a grin curve her lips. "I think it's cute how much ya care about Shara." Of course, she had to tease him about it. "And don't worry, this isn't my first time doing somethin' stupid but if we get them out we don't say a word we just come up with a lie on how they came out cause I don't know about you but I want to avoid gettin' yelled at. Cause I also have the Old man to worry about comin' after my ass for doin' this." Yami didn't care if she got yelled at. She usually just tuned it out while daydreaming about other things.

Alexi snorted. True, he wasn't hiding it very well. "More than we let show in public. Shara means the world to me and it took all of my will to not charge out of the house when I heard she had been taken," he said, that low growl returning to the tone in his voice. He took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "I don't care what any of the others say. If we can get them back ourselves, let them talk and scold. The only thing that matters is getting them back."

"Seems we're on the same page then, we'll still tag along for the outing and once we get that info we need we head out, you can crash here I got extra beds and I plan on stayin' up late to work on upgrading yer blade for ya. If ya find you can't sleep can always help me with yer blade."

"So, once we're out with the others to try and trap one of those things, that's when you want to let yourself get captured. I follow your aether through your crystal and once we find the nest, I break you out and we find the others. Correct?" The Hrothgar questioned.

N'yami offered a small shake of her head. "Once everyone starts headin' back we'll say we're headin' back to my shop to work on yer blade upgrades, but we'll just linger until everyone in Heartwood has gone back to the house. Then we put our plan into action."

Alexi nods with a grunt. "Fine. I'm in all the way. I just pray you're not going in over your head here. You'd better be able to resist. The last thing I need is an aetherically drained partner or another captive."

"I've never been drained of aether in my life if anythin' I can drain those bastards of aether." The Seeker grinned. " Trust me when I say I don't go down easy, I've been by Shara's side with void huntin' and we always came back."

"I'd ask her if she were here. Forgive my skepticism, but I've never seen you in action to find out. Just know that I'm putting all of my trust in you."

"Eh, yer fine, and I understand, I've been hidin' out in my shop lately so no one has seen me in battle for a while. But I promise ya we'll get them back." N’yami always kept to her word, she would make sure they go those missing back.

Alexi nodded. "I'll hold you to that." He glanced around, then stood up and rolled his shoulders. "Well, without plan set, I'm going to take a bit of a walk, and then I'd like to see the guest bed if you don't mind. I don't promise I will sleep well, but I'd like to at least try."

#heartwood ventures #Heartwood #Heartwood plots #n'yami synch #Alexi Grenasch #Heartwood: Don't do something dumb.#Yami: I'm gonna do something dumb.#ffxiv rp #FFXIV Screenshots #ff14 #balmung rp #balmung

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localcultleadr · 5 years ago

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Stuck at home ( 2/6 ) - Julian x GN!Reader

Hey ! Hope you’re safe and taking care of yourselves you beautiful people. Here’s what would be to not be self-isolating with Julian.

A lil bit smutty, minor please don’t interact

You didn’t know how much dark-like-your-soul coffee you ingested in the last twenty-four hours but you were sure that you had more caffeine than blood in your veins right now. It was the only thing that could get you to still be able to stand and function, even if barely for the latter. You didn’t want to let Julian behind and he wouldn’t budge : his presence was needed, there were too many patients and too little staff. Earlier this evening you did take a little nap, one hour max, before being called again to help with a patient suffering from respiratory distress.

When the issue with the patient was finally settled, you couldn’t help but slump on the first chair available. Your head was pounding, your breathing was shallow and short and your legs were painful. You could even feel your magic getting weaker and weaker as the weariness clouded your mind. You closed your eyes for a little bit, wincing under the sting that was piercing your eyelids and waiting for the sweet release of death.

After some time, you didn’t know if it was closer to a minute, a hour or a day as time didn’t seem to exist in the realm of the clinic, you felt a cold hand on your forehead and your eyes. With a moan of relief you couldn’t help but grab said hand to make sure that the wonderful feeling would stay here longer. A breathy laugh responded to your gesture :

“ Why don’t you go home darling ? You look exhausted. “ He lifted his hand from your face making you groan slightly at the lost of contact. Finally opening your eyes, you noticed the dark bag under the visible eye of your lover and the ashen complexion of his face.

“ Would you come home with me ? ” You asked, tracing soothing circles on the hand still in yours, making your best puppy eyes at your lover.

“ You know I can’t beautiful… “ At least, he looked torn about it, but it didn’t change anything, if he was staying, you were staying too. Without you, this man was a walking disaster who could easily work for twenty-something hours before beginning to think that something was wrong.

“ Then I’ll stay. “

“ Hell no. “ Barged Mazelinka, a heavy pot full of magical soup in her hands, lifting it like it was the lightest thing in the world and not an iron kettle full of what would be the patients’ lunch tonight. “ Both of you, out, I don’t want to see you until the day after tomorrow. “ You breathed a sigh of relief, said reaction did not stay unnoticed from the other two :

“ Ilya, they look like they’re going to faint at anytime from now and we don’t have any more bed for them. Go home. ”

Julian looked split, looking respectively at the door where multiple patients were waiting for him and at you, the love of his life, who look on the verge of dying on the spot. Something that did happened once in the past and he was not actively searching to live through this again. He helped you get up from the chair :

“ Fine we’re going but if there is a problem, send someone please. “

“ Sure sure, now out : I don’t want to see you two until you look human again. “

He send her a cheeky smile before leaving his farewell. Yourself couldn’t totally believed it, you were quite sure that it was your sleep-deprived brain that was messing with you. However, you still had Julian’s solid presence beside you while you were walking, or trying to at least.

The streets were nearly totally empty, only a few brave souls would dare to go out with the self-isolation order from the comtess, especially this close to the last plague outbreak which made so much victims a few years ago. You could feel the atmosphere is your bones, your magic and if you concentrate, you could even smell a faint odor of ashes. It did make you wake up brutally a few times in those last days, you even had to check the Lazaret by yourself while Julian was resting from a hard day of labor. You knew obviously that Nadia would never something so disgusting but you couldn’t help it, you had to see it.

There were nothing more than the ashes and the ghosts of a past long forgotten you left last time you came You did stay a few hours sitting on the shore before coming back to Julian, who was this close to crying, and Asra, deeply worried for you. It did take you a few hours to convince them that everything was alright and even then, your lover insisted for you to stay home for the day.

The epidemic did rise some unpleasant feeling when it began to spread around Vesuvia but now, you were feeling much better. Most likely due to the fact that you were simply too tired to even think of a life outside the clinic so your own inner dark stuff could kindly fuck off.

You stumbled over your own feet, lost in through, but at least Julian was paying attention so he did catch you. You end up face pressed against his torso. Instinctively, you threw your arms around him, burying your nose in his coat, moaning from the pleasure such contact brought in you. You didn’t know that you were this touch starved but when Julian tried to push you as gently as he humanly could, especially because he loved the hug as much as you did but he didn’t like sharing too much contact before cleaning up, doctor’s order :

“ Sweetheart… you’re making it hard for me too but let’s get cleaned before eh… jumping on each other. ”

Separating yourself from him earned Julian a dirty look, at least he looked bashful about it.

“ Ah... my love, I promise that I’m going to care of you.”

“ Not if I’m doing it first.” You said, undressing himself openly with your eyes, leaving what you were planning in the expectation of his own mind. He blushed furiously, his gaze stuck on the ground and his lips between his teeths. Taking things in charge, you took his hand and literally run to your home. You knew that such display of domination were an effective turn on for Julian. It reminded you vaguely of the time where you had to flee from the guards so long ago it seemed like an another life.

When you finally came home to the house you were sharing with Julian, you couldn't help but wince at the state of it. You loved taking care of your medicinal plants garden but they were all dying as if the state of the population was influencing them, you knew obviously that it was the lack of care and water but still. You lifted the spell left on the door before inhaling deeply the faint scent of you home : encent, paper, a bit of dust and Julian cologne’s which seems to linger on everything, even on you.

Julian suspended his coat on the hook while you threw yours somewhere, too happy to be home to really care. He looked a bit calmer and seemed more eager to care for you two before doing the do.

When you, rarely, came home from the clinic, the first step was always to clean up yourself thoroughly. Sure, you would both changes clothes or wash your hands before leaving work but you were thinking that it was a necessity to keep the virus outside the comfort of your home, and especially your bed. The safest place out of all.

Now, it was hard to contain yourself to go straight to bed but you were dirty and hungry, for food and for your lover’s backside as he was stretching, babbling about what you were going to eat tonight :

“ I was thinking of something fast and easy but huh, it was so long since we could share a meal together that I’m tempted to make something special. What would you prefer darling ? I was thinking of- “

You brutally cut him in his ramble by putting both of your hands on his ass, enjoying the feeling of it. He nearly strangled over his last words but you were sure that he was going to be fine, at least enough for what you had planned :

“ We’re going to do something fairly simple tonight, we have all day tomorrow to cook a nice meal. I see that Mazelinka did bring us some stew, that’s what we are going to eat. While you heat it, I’ll be upstairs changing the sheets and drawing us a bath. Then, if you’re a really good boy, I’ll fuck you silly in our bed. Maybe multiple times if you’re especially nice. It that okay with you ? “

He didn’t turn to face you but you could see the tips of his ears reddened, you gave it a light bit making your lover shudders. He nodded multiple time, eager to please you.

“ Use your words baby ”

“ yes please, anything you want, love, please, please “

You squeezed one last time the perfect ass of your lover before attending to your missions to make sure that your evening would be as nice as possible, leaving behind a stuttering mess of a Julian, whom you saw trying multiple time to get a flamme under the pot before finally asking the stove salamander to do it for him.

#julian devorak #julian x mc #julian x apprentice #julian x reader #the arcana #The arcana game #The arcana hcs #the arcana headcanons #fluff #self-isolation

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hopeatermeetsgodzilla · 4 years ago

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Chapter 7

Ichi shook his head, bits and pieces of ice falling off of him as he dragged himself onto a higher surface. He stood up, looking around him. First order of business: find his brothers. “Ni? San? Where are you?” San needed physical input to situate himself.

[I’m fine, and will be there soon. Just let me warm myself up a bit.] Ichi sent a wave a reassurance to Ni, giving the okay. The weak king wasn’t there (yet) so they could take a second to get their bearings back.

“Uh... look up?” Ichi raised his head in confusion, eyebrows rising up in shock when he saw San, looking down at him from a higher up surface.

“How did you- Get down from here, San!” Ichi yelled, the youngest brother nodding wordlessly and sliding down the slope. He was still giggling to himself when his older brother angrily grabbed his arm and dragged him close.

“Sorry, brother Ichi.” San said with a shrug as Ni came into view. “Hi, Ni! Wow, you look grumpy.”

Indeed, Ni looked even grumpier than usual. [It’s cold and I can barely gather energy and I have a headache from the soundwave and there’s a chunk of ice stuck in my pants-] “I hate it here.” Was what he finally settled on after his psychic tirade. “Can we just go? Maybe sink an island or two with a storm for warmup?”

“We still need to gather enough energy to travel, Ni.” Ichi reminded him, getting a groan from him as he was also dragged close. “Quit complaining, it’ll only take a few hours.”

“We don’t have a few hours.” San suddenly informed his brothers.

Ichi looked at him, looking unimpressed. “And why would that be?”

“Because-” A jet of blue fire suddenly burst out of the ice, startling Ghidorah and making them a few steps back, Ni immediately going to stand before his brothers for defense.

A few seconds later, the weak king emerged, long, wet hair drying in a few seconds from the leftover heat. “Ghidorah.” He hissed.

“... Godzilla.” Ichi answered disdainfully as Ni hissed right back at him and San hid behind his older brother further, shaking.

(Because... the weak king has been patrolling the area since yesterday.) San finally informed them telepathically, an air of resignation hovering over his corner of their telepathic link.

{Why didn’t you say anything earlier!?}

(I tried to yesterday.)

[Brother San.]

(Yeah, what is it?)

[The weak king possibly showing up just after we finally free ourselves is NOT a ‘guess what’ situation!]

(Don’t get angry at me, you’re the one who didn’t want to know anything!)

{Ni, San, now is not the time for bickering.} Ichi cut them off, eyes narrowing at Godzilla. {It looks like we’re gonna have to fight. San: you’re on lookout. Ni: focus on gathering energy while I distract him. The moment it looks like he’s going to attack, I want you to attack right back. Keep him on his toes while I start gathering enough energy to teleport us.}

[How do you know he won’t attack the moment you opens your mouth?] It took Ichi a moment to remember Ni’s psychic powers weren’t nearly as developed as his, but by the time he remembered, San was already half-way through his answer.

(Because he’s tired. Very tired. Quite a bit more than us, actually.)

{Looks like we’re not the only ones who slept while humanity tried to rise above, brothers.} Ichi smiled as he took a step forward, Godzilla growling at him. This should be easy. “Finally came to submit to us?”

“Fuck off with that shit.” Godzilla snapped right back, hair flashing brightly at the outburst. “Here’s your options: you quietly stay here and don’t do shit while I go wake up Scylla and you triple-fucks get frozen again with minimal damage for all parties involved, or I pull out you entrails and skip rope with them.”

[I’m gonna kill him.]

{Patience. Him trying to negotiate proves he’s not in form to fight us right now.} Ichi cackled, making sure all of Godzilla’s attention was on him, and not on Ni who was concentrating, or San who had climbed to a vantage point. “Oh please, you’ve never beaten us on your own before. You’ve always had the help of your little moth, or had slaves following your every orders baiting us.”

None of the Ghidorah were sure Godzilla not jumping them at that was a testament of how tired he was, or of a patience he developed while they were asleep. This said, he did narrow his eyes and bared his teeth, a low growl building up in his throat. “And there’s always three of you trying to fuck everything up.” He noted bitterly. “Doesn’t it get tiring for your brothers to not have free will?” Ichi closed his eyes at that, outrage belonging to his brothers filling his being.

[Did he just-!?]

(That bitch!)

[Alright, how am I killing him? I kind of just want to go for the head.]

(No, draw it out and make him beg for death with how much pain you’re putting him in.)

[How much pain are we talking about?]

(I’m thinking make lightning run directly through him starting by his gills, and amplify it gradually?)

{Ni, San, while I am loving the both of you indulging in your inner sadists, we have more important things to focus on.}

[At this point, it doesn’t really matter. I’ve gathered enough energy to fight him physically.]

(And he’s on the edge of snapping. You just need to make him a bit angrier.)

{Well, San, we’re standing right in front of him and I’m telling him how weak he is. That used to be enough to make him attack in a blind rage. Do either of you have suggestion?}

[You let me jump him.]

{Very tempting idea, but if you just lunge at him, he’ll be able to counterattack quite easily. San?}

(You either tell him how bad of a king he is, or you tell him how weak his little nap made him.)

{Let’s go with that. Any objections Ni?}

[I’m not going to fight him.]

(Once Ichi is done enraging him, you’ll get your fight.)

[Then, I have no objections.]

Ichi opened his eyes, sneering at Godzilla. “My brothers chose me as our leader. It was an unanimous decision. Which is more than can be said about you.” He tilted his head in mock curiosity. “Tell me, how many of your ‘friends’ follow you out of fear of getting killed like your rivals? And how many would turn against you if they learnt of how weak you had gotten?”

Like always, San could be relied on to tell someone’s weaknesses, Godzilla jumping at them with a furious roar. And like always, Ni could be relief on to defend them, grabbing one of the weak king’s arm and throwing him beyond the ice. Now, to collect energy to get out of here...

Godzilla landed on all four, his claws making an horrible sound against the floor. Metal? Humans figured out metal again? Didn’t Battra kill the last ones- He was snapped out of his thought process as Right- because that’s how Godzilla made the difference between them, who stood where when they weren’t fighting- jumped at him, one of it’s legs raised and ready to strike down.

He quickly moved out of the way, Right’s leg leaving a dent in the floor where it struck. He then quickly charged toward Godzilla, lashing out with clawed hands multiple time which his opponent quickly avoided, cackling the entire time. “How the hell have you recovered so fast- ACK!”

Right had changed strategy, raising one of his legs and kicking him in the crotch. He grabbed Godzilla’s face as he started falling forward. Right’s laughter momentarily died out a bit. “I never went to sleep,” Sharp claws started digging into Godzilla’s face, what looked like very thin and very numerous veins lighting up all over Right’s hand, seemingly travelling all the way up to the crescent moon-shaped jewel on his forehead. “So I don’t have anything to recover from.”

Right started laughing again, but his breath was cut short as Godzilla’s kneed him in the stomach, unleashing a pulse of energy right after to get him away before grabbing his braid, dragging him to the ground and trapping him under his foot, a smile appearing on his face for the first time today. “If you think I’m gonna fall for the old energy absorption trick just after you woke up, you’ve got another thing coming!”

But Godzilla was so caught up in the ecstasy of almost killing a Ghidorah… (Uh, Ni? He’s starting to charge his Energy breath. You need to get out from under there.)

[Noted.] … that for a minute, he forgot they were three of them. Right rolled himself onto one of his side as much as he could, only to use the momentum to roll himself onto the other, standing up and barely avoiding Godzilla’s Energy Breath, avoiding it for a few seconds as he ran.

Not because it ended up hitting him, but because Godzilla suddenly stopped, a shocked look on his face. I’m out of energy!?

“Oh...” Right smiled with a mouth full of needle teeth, his hands lighting up. “Out of juice already?” He then raised his arms, and bolts of lightning surged out of his fingers, making Godzilla momentarily blank out out of inexorable pain as he was hit. When it finally stopped, it was because his throat had been grabbed, claws digging painfully into his gills and dragging him at a speed he still couldn’t proceed after the shock.

And then, Godzilla was thrown into the pool of icy waters in the middle of Ghidorah’s former icy prison, breaking the thin layer of ice that had formed in the meantime and Right cackling the entire time. When he resurfaced, Right was finally calming down, and Middle and Left were floating.

“I thought you wanted to kill him?” Left asked Right as he floated up to join the two others.

He scoffed, giving his hand to Middle for an energy transfer. He was, after all, the one who had been closest to Godzilla’s Energy Breath. “He’s weak and tired. I want a real challenge.”

Godzilla snarled from his position in the water. He didn’t have enough energy left to fire another beam so soon. “You cowards! What are you planning on doing now!?”

Middle cackled, raising one of his arms and releasing a burst of dark energy, the dark hole Godzilla knew they would use to get away starting to form. “Why, resume what we started before you and your slaves trapped us, of course!”

“What you starte- why the hell do you care so much about destroying humans!? They can’t do anything!”

The three of them giggled. “Who do you think freed us, you pathetic reptile!?” Middle asked Godzilla, a cruel smile on his face as the portal behind him grew. “Humans learned how to harvest your voice. Yours and the others who woke up!”

“I must say, your weak little bird friend sure has learned how to project his voice.” Left commented, reminding Godzilla that last time Ghidorah had seen Rodan, he hadn’t moved to Mara, hadn’t become the Voice of Vengeance, hadn’t a massive target painted on his back, hadn’t been beaten down enough by fate that there was a very real chance of him just letting them kill him-

“Humans did not bother with remembering us.” Right continued, the calm and cold and dead tone of his voice contrasting heavily with the shrieking cackles he emitted while fighting him. “And now, they will pay heavily for that mistake. Farewell, soon-to-be former King of Titans.”

And with that, Ghidorah disappeared in the void, leaving Godzilla to wonder just what he had missed for things to spiral out of control like that.

#today is a kaijus only event humans get out #writing #My writing #Godzilla #godzilla gijinka #King Ghidorah #ghidorah #ichi ghidorah #ni ghidorah #san ghidorah #kevin ghidorah

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the-omni-princess · 5 years ago

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Blood Bound [Chapter Six]

Author: @the-omni-princess

Pairing: Vampire!Bucky x Witch!Reader

Summary: Vampires and witches have been known enemies since the dark ages. Backstabbing, secrets, and magic turned supernatural brethren again each other. As a natural-born witch, you grew up on these stories, your own monsters under your bed. What happens when one of those sworn enemies claims that you are his blood mate, the vampire equivalent of a true mate? Will you give in to this man out of time? Or destroy him for the sake of your Coven?

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: fluff, angst, first time meetings, minor character death, minor injuries, near death, vampire stuff, blood, sacrifices, cursing, mature talk, sex talk (I think this is all the warnings if I missed something please let me know)

A/N:

Also, how do people like the “previously on” bit? Should I just erase it? Stop using it? (I don’t use the previously for word counts)

Also, AHHHHH my fav chapter so far, finally enough build-up TO DO SOEMTHIGN

[Series Masterlist] [My Masterlist] [Playlist Inspired by the Series]

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Previously…

“Holy shit, I died in the Salem Witch Trials,” your voice rang out throughout the room. Bucky squeezed your hands gently, and you let him act as your tether to the mortal whelm. “We were killed by the very Council that had sworn to protect all witches, and you were saved by the vampires we were told by them to fear.”

“Well, this is just getting deeper and deeper. Before you know it, you’ll be telling me the Coven to the North died because they found out the Council has been killing Naturals.” Tony quipped from the side of the room.

The room froze, taking in the statement. “Well, it would explain a lot,” you murmured. “They were getting powerful, and dominant witches who don’t need as much energy to have magic aren’t easy to control.” That was the last connecting dot. The darkness in the distance wasn’t just some mythical monster. It was the very same man that stood in your living room and drank your tea just an hour ago.

“But all of that leads to the question of, where are Nebula and Gamora? Their bodies weren’t found with the Mountain Coven.” Maria rubbed behind Sasha’s ears, enjoying the cat’s insistent purring as she curled up on her lap.

“Mountains… Oh shit, if the Council is going to start investigating the Mountains, I need to warn Steve and Sam. Our hotel is right at the base of the mountains, the Council will blame us first.” Bucky’s grip on your hand faltered, nervously tapping his foot.

“That’s less than an hour away right? Go, bring them here.” It was a simple solution, and yet you had multiple people against it.

“We are not housing the bloodsuckers, y/n. No damn way.” Carol stood, puffing up her chest. It was most likely unconscious, as she tried to assert dominance, but you weren’t buying that.

“Listen, you trust me, I trust Bucky, Bucky trusts these two. The Council will murder them for even being in the vicinity of the Coven’s murders. Please, we have to. They’re his family.” Your hands started to spark, your emotions rising as you tried to plead with your sisters.

Most of them were not going to be happy about housing vampires, so you tried one last thing. “We have to be different than the Council.” That had Wanda and Maria turning away, Maria focusing solely on the cat, and Wanda finding the book she held open very interesting. Natasha and Pepper both were proud of you standing up for your Blood Mate, though the later still thought you were insane.

Carol had calmed down, enough that she saw your hands sparking, to which Bucky had no issue with. The usual burning sparks didn’t affect him as he gladly held onto you. That wasn’t supposed to happen. But at this point, it was going to join a long list of ‘things that were supposed to be impossible,’ right under reincarnation. She sighed softly, running her hand through her short hair before placing both hands in her overall pockets. “Fine. But I still don’t trust them.” She warned, narrowing her eyes at him.

Despite the literal death looks, Bucky beamed a goofy smile, elated to earn the, though hesitant, trust of your Coven. Looking up at him, your heart melted. Seeing his crystal clue eyes sparkle as he smiled made you wonder why the Council even started to hate Vampires in the first place. “Go. I’ll be here, waiting.”

“I’ll be just a minute. Promise, Sweetling,” he grinned, a peak of his fangs showing in his smile as he leaned slightly down and kissed your temple before rushing off.

“Okay, well how can I hate him if he’s that adorable?” Tony whined, wanting the attention he was currently lacking.

“You literally wanted to kill him twenty minutes ago, Tones,” you gave him a pointed look.

He simply shrugged, “That’s before he was calling you sweet names. I’m only protecting you, kid.”

You shot him an appreciative smile before pulling the book Wanda had shown you closer. God, that drawing did look like you. Charcoal with yellow aging lines in the paper, a few smudges, but it most definitely looked like you but in a pilgrim dress, complete with a bonnet covering your hair. While you grazed through the surrounding paragraphs, Bucky had arrived again, this time flanked by two very nervous looking vampires.

Now set on edge, the entire Coven was tense, staring down the newcomers. You stepped forward, giving them a small smile and stretching out your hand towards them. “Hello, welcome to my home, I’m y/n.”

The two new vamps gave each other a look before the darker-skinned man stepped forward. He took your hand and bowed, locking eyes with you as he kissed your knuckles. “A pleasure to meet you, miss. I’m Sam, and the blonde idiot behind me is Steve,” he smiled warmly, a hint of fangs peaking behind his lips.

You blinked a few times, unsure how to react before Bucky thankfully took over. “Okay, okay, we get it, you have good manners. Hands off my girl, or I’ll get the silver,” he growled playfully, taking your hand from Sam and pulling you against his chest protectively. You blushed, tugging yourself away while giving him a glare before looking towards the two new vampires, unsure how to explain the insanity that was currently your life.

The blonde, Steve, took a step forward, hands in his pocket as he assessed you with a once over. “So, you’re the infamous Theodosia?” He wondered aloud.

Sparks lit up behind your eyes for a split second, “Is there a problem with that?” You challenged, squaring your shoulders and standing a little straighter, chin a little higher. You wouldn’t admit it, but Steve was intimidating; tall, broad shoulders and the knowledge that human killing fangs were just beneath those plush lips gave him a darker aura. Yet you had a strong feeling he was just as much of a puppy dog as Bucky was so you didn’t let your fear show.

Steve smirked faintly, relaxing, “None at all. Just curious is all. I’ve always wondered about the woman Buck would talk about in his sleep.” Bucky went red at the statement, glaring daggers at his packmate.

You couldn’t help but laugh, smiling warmly. “Well, make yourself at home. Look out for Tony, he bites. If you need me, I’ll be looking for more spells for memory loss, or information on the Council, or on Soul Bindings,” you turned, Tony growling at the two, picking up a new book and plopping down on the windowsill. You frowned, quickly scanning through the pages, most of the Coven either joining you in looking for more information or in Carol’s case, practically interrogating Steve and Sam.

Bucky sat beside you, and you, not wanting to get distracted, kept flipping through pages while biting your lip. He slowly leaned his head against your shoulder, “You look cute when you're worried,” he murmured.

You couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face, “Well, I am worried. I’m hoping for some sort of improving memories spell. I want to remember you. Fully. Not just glimpses of the life we used to share.” You sighed softly, closing one book to open another. “I don’t want you to forget me again,” you admitted in a soft voice. It was selfish, after all, he didn’t choose to be turned, and yet, you were horrified this was all some joke. That you were being too trusting, or that it was all too good to be true, or, worse, there was something bigger and darker hiding in the shadows about to strike.

“I’m scared I’ll forget you too,” he admitted softly. Pausing between pages, the library now mostly empty, only Natasha quietly flipping through pages on the sofa, it felt more intimate. “I’m terrified. I just found you, I’m finally remembering again, and yet, I’m immortal. I’m just going to lose you again.”

Turning towards him, you tilted his chin up before cupping his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed as he leaned against your touch. “I’m not going anywhere, James. We’ll figure this out, I promise.” He nodded faintly, losing himself to your touch, smiling warmly. “You don’t want to turn me, do you?” You questioned lightly.

“God no. I wouldn’t wish this curse upon my worst enemy. I want you to live a long healthy, normal life.” He quickly responded.

“Alright, relax vampy, it was only a question,” you teased.

Comfortable silence surrounded you two, content in simply existing beside each other. You ran your hand through his hair tenderly, letting him lean against you as you skimmed pages. Hours passed like this, quiet and searching, satisfied in the small moments. You didn’t learn much, not enough information was being written about Naturals, and even less so about Soul Bound Naturals, but you got the jest. Powerful alone and lethal together. Threatening one tended to make the other go wild. Hurting one hurt the other. They were each other’s greatest strength and worst weakness. You also had read up on vampire history, learning a bit more about your current nap buddy. Speaking of, you were also fairly sure Bucky had fallen asleep against you, not that you minded much. You realized this morning he must not have fed in a while, and he must be drained. You absentmindedly started thinking of how to bring up the subject of feeding to him.

A sharp crash in the other room had both of you jumping to your feet. You must have dozed off, the book you were reading was on the ground, and your hair mused. Sharing a look, the two of you rushed to the sound, keeping pressed to the walls.

A Council Member, Jack Rollins, stood there, a dagger pressed against Maria’s throat. You froze in the doorway, just out of sight, pressing your hand against Bucky, pushing him back through the door. Rollins was surrounded by the Coven, each with eyes burning straight into the man before them. Tony had his fangs bared, Sam and Steve beside him, fangs also bared, eyes red. Maria herself looked almost bored, rolling her eyes at the man’s threats, despite the blade against her throat.

“This isn’t that difficult, just give us the girl and her little Leech and we can get this over with. She’s a traitor who worked with bloodsuckers to kill the Mountain Coven, last chance. Turn her in.” He warned, a sick smile on his face as the dagger dug into Maria’s throat, making her whimper softly as the knife dug deeper, a trickle of blood dripping down her neck.

“She’s not here, just leave Maria alone!” Wanda’s eyes glowed red, hands swirling in burgundy, the Coven beside her, each witch faintly glowing in power, standing their ground.

“It’s either her or this little witch,” the man snarled, taking a step back and dragging Maria by her hair.

“Stay here, please,” you begged Bucky.

He gave you a glare, whisper yelling a response. “Fuck no, I can’t just-“

“Bucky, please. They’ll need you to figure out the memories, I can handle him.” You insisted, eyes boring into him, pleading for him to understand.

He finally nodded, albeit, hesitantly. “Please stay safe, Little Witch,” he murmured, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. The air was tense, his face only centimeters away from yours, and if Maria wasn’t about to get her throat slit in the other room, you would probably have had enough guts to kiss him. And yet, Maria needed you. Your Coven needed you.

Taking a step into the room, you let your electricity crawl up your spine, down your palms, the sparks gathering everyone’s attention. “Hey asshole, I’m right here. Let her go and get out of my house.” The sparks turned hot blue, your eyes most likely reflected the same color.

He simply laughed, tugging Maria against his chest as a human shield. “Where’s your little Blood Sucker? Got rid of you that easy? Eh, whatever, doesn’t matter. Let’s go, Natural.”

You swallowed against the bile in your throat. Him saying that out loud send a wave of anxiety through your body. “Let. Her. Go.” You countered.

He tossed a pair of cuffs at you, and you caught them easily, making sure they didn’t fall to the ground. “Wear those first.”

“Cuffs? Kinky, but I’m seriously not interested in you like that. Sorry, Darlin’”

“They’re power dampeners. Either put them on and come with me, or witchy savior here will be a reenactment of the Red Wedding,” he responded, growing frustrated.

Seeing no choice, and pointedly ignoring your sisters, you put the cuffs on, the sparks from your body dying out with a fizzle. Your coven had protected you since you were little, it was time to take responsibility. It was time to protect them. It was an easy decision really, you would die for your sisters without a second thought. “All cuffed up, my safe word is Pumpernickle. Now, let my sister go.”

He simply replied with a wicked smirk, the silver dagger moving away from Maria as he tossed her aside. Rough calloused hands grabbed onto you, the knife now lodged against your throat. “Sorry, not into knife play, darlin’” you snarled, squirming in his grip.

“God, do you ever shut up?!” He scowled, clearly getting more agitated.

“Nope, and you didn’t bring a gag so you're out of luck!” You ignored the faint burn of the dagger as it turned into your neck.

“Hush, unless you want your coven to know what the inside of your throat looks like,” he growled into your ear, fear shooting through your body. Nat took a step forward, gripping her own knives. “Take another step and she won’t be the only witch I kill tonight,” he warned. “Let’s go, fight and I’ll just pick one of them,” he nodded towards the vampires. He dragged you backward and at the last moment, Natasha took another careful step forward.

Time seemed to slow as you watched in horror. Rollins threw the knife, with absolute precision. It hurled towards Natasha, and yet a blur intersected its path towards its target. Bucky fell to the ground, the silver dagger buried in his chest, graphite grey veins and skin starting to grow outwards from the wound. Silver could kill vampires.

You cried out, a feral screech clawing from your throat as you let your emotions consume you. Electricity crackled, and you abruptly realized the cuffs around your wrists were broken and smoking on the ground at your feet. Agony shot through your chest as you leaped forward, kneeling beside Bucky.

“No, no, no, no. Why would you do that, you absolute idiot!” You cried out, tugging him into your body protectively, your hands struggling to find purchase near the blade. His own body was unaffected by the electricity sparking in your hands as you lost control. Vampires didn’t bleed, but they could turn ashen and die. And as Bucky started to turn grey, his veins turning lead, you realized this could be it. He would die trying to protect your Coven from the people who took you from him in the first place.

“I know what it’s like to lose family, y/n…” He gulped faintly, words starting to slur as he pulled the dagger out, tossing it aside. “Losing your Coven would devastate you. I couldn’t let you live like that.” He tenderly pushed a curl of hair behind your ear before running his thumb across your cheekbone.

Your vision blurred, practically sobbing as you held his hand closer to your face. “But I can’t lose you when we just found each other again. James, please,” you pleaded, your hands starting to tremble. Agonizing anguish started to fill your chest, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You tried to keep calm, tried to think of ways to fix this.

“You always were the stronger one, Theo. I promised to keep you safe, and yet you protected yourself. You’re strong, Little Witch. You’ll move on just fine without me,” His voice was getting weaker, and you were vaguely aware of Nat trying to calm you with her powers from across the room, and the fact that where Rollins was standing there was only a pile of ash and scorch marks on the carpet.

“But I don’t want to. Bucky, please,” you pleaded, hot wet tears streaming your cheeks. “Not without you.” You were most definitely shaking now, grief clouding your mind. “I haven’t told you that I’m falling in love with you. This lifetime, right here, right now. My goofy and mischievous, tenderhearted vampire.” You murmured, his cool hand pressed against your cheek. The words echoed in your ears. Vampire. “James?”

Your voice was meek, and his hand twitched, weak in your arms as he replied. “Yes, Little Witch?”

“Fed from me,” you whispered.

“I can’t use you like that…” he groaned softly, the grey veins climbing his neck. “I might not be able to stop, Y/n,” he warned.

You nodded, sniffling softly. “I trust you, Bucky. The ultimate trust, right? I trust you to stop, and even if you don’t…” The words were unspoken but were understood between the two of you. ‘I would die for you.’

“Okay, Sweetling,” he conceded, body too weak to fight your stubbornness.

You raised your wrist to his mouth, “All yours, Angel Eyes,” you whispered softly. He kissed your pulse point, sending a shiver down your spine. For a starving and dying vampire, he showed an immense amount of restraint and control. The artery in his neck turned light grey, the strain shown in his features. You glanced at your coven sisters, all of which were showing a variety of reactions. Mostly surprise you would do this, but Nat and you locked eyes. She could always feel your emotions the best out of the entire coven, and now all she felt was desperation and hope, yet she also felt an unspoken emotion. Love.

Looking back down at Bucky as he bared his fangs, he looked up at you before sinking them into your wrist, his vampire instincts taking over as he slowly drank from your lifeline. The coloring returned to his face, grey lines and skin disappearing completely. But he kept drinking, practically growling into your arm as his eyes flashed red before closing them, concentrated in what he was doing. You ran your free hand through his hair weakly as black spots filled your vision. “I love you, Bucky,” you murmured incoherently just as the black abyss pulled you into unconsciousness. An overwhelming sense of calm filling you.

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Soft, enchanting humming pulled you into the world of the living. The velvet cushioning of your favorite blanket was wrapped around you, a cool arm draped across your waist, your face pressed into a chilled body. Even groggy you realized exactly who it was, and you didn’t hesitate to nuzzle deeper into his arms.

“James,” you murmured, your voice sounded raspy, wrecked. You most unquestionably noticed the satisfying feeling in your chest, as if being wrapped in his arms was the only place on Earth you belonged in.

“I’m sorry, Little Witch. I should have stopped sooner,” he whispered softly. You noticed he was playing with the ends of your hair, twirling the curls around his finger.

“I told you,” you managed to speak in a small voice, “I trusted you to stop. Even if you didn’t, I made that choice.”

He chuckled faintly, “Thought Tony was going to murder me, definitely looked ready to. Natasha stopped him, said you felt at peace.” He sighed as he pulled away gently, tilting your chin up to lock eyes with him. You absentmindedly noticed you were alone in your room, laying on top of the covers of your bed, contentedly cuddled close. “You were ready to die to save me.”

“You were dying to save my Coven sister.” You let your eyes close as you leaned against his touch, your own hands pressed against his chest. “I would blame it on my emotions, but I would do it again without hesitation.” You smiled faintly into his touch, kissing his palm that rested against your cheek. “My Angel Eyes.”

Your eyes fluttered open, everything felt at ease with him here. You caught him glancing down at your lips, making your smile widen. “Bucky?” He hummed in response as you leaned your forehead against his. “Please kiss me.”

His responding smile set your heart on fire. “As you wish, Sweetling,” he murmured, closing the distance and kissing you. He held your face in his hands tenderly, his own soft lips perfectly slotting against your own. You leaned forward as you deepened the kiss, running your tongue along his bottom lip. He groaned softly in response, pushing forward as he took control of the kiss, which sent a warm spark down your spine. His breathing hitched, and beneath your fingertips, you felt a small thump. You both froze, eyes widening as you pulled away.

“Did… Did your heart just beat?” you murmured softly, trying not to notice how his lips were starting to get kiss swollen.

He nodded, eyes just as wide as yours. “I thought I imagined that.”

You shook your head, the words of one of the Binding books coming back to you. “Bound are each other’s strengths and weaknesses. A heartbeat is a weakness for a vamp.” You tried to reason.

He chuckled, “And here I thought I was going to reason that you’re my life and found your way back to me.”

Blushing, you couldn’t stop the smile from lighting up your features. You also finally realized you were all alone, the house quiet. “How long was I out?”

“A few hours. Everyone went to Pepper’s house. Wanda said something about giving us space.” He shrugged, still busy thinking about the implications of a heartbeat. Was he becoming alive again?

“Hey, Bucky?” You whispered softly.

“Yeah?”

“Kiss me again.” He obliged, closing the distance to kiss you again. He was the one to deepen the kiss first, gentle yet dominating, demanding your full attention. You got lost in his touch, pressed against him as his hand around your waist pulled you tighter against him. “James,” you practically purred against his lips.

He groaned softly, smirking. “I love it when you say my name.” His lips brushed against yours, easily pulling your mouth back on his.

“Then I’ll keep saying it, Angel Eyes,” you murmured, pulling far enough off of him to run a hand through his fluffed up and mused hair. He groaned softly, making you grin as you lightly traced your fingertips against his scalp. “I want to remember, Bucky. Help me remember and I help you remember? All of it? From the beginning? I know a witch from another Coven who can help us.”

He leaned his forehead against yours, lips brushing past yours as he nodded. “All of it, Sweetling. From the beginning. And Theo?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you too.”

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