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[dominarava]

Angel

Ghostface × Female!Reader

CW: Dub/Non-Con, Blood, Stalking, Breaking & Entering, usual fucked up GF stuff

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: The quiet guy in your discord server decides to chat you up in the general vc, and as expected, has a lot more to unpack than you ever expected.

Notes: I was lazy and just posted the ugly default AO3 link when I first posted this, so I'm coming back and making it look nicer with new and improved tags lol

This piece doesn't specify who is really behind the mask, so whoever you want is up to you~

I had fun with this and left light references to the movies, Dead By Daylight, and Mortal Kombat to honor some of my favorite appearances of him-- hopefully it doesn't ruin the immersion lol

I don't usually leave notes, but it's been a while and I've adored all the comments and kudos I've gotten in my absence, cause at the end of the day, that's what will always bring me back. I love all your support and time reading this and hopefully I have more soon to come for you all!

Thank you again so much for reading, and I hope you enjoy! 🔪💕✨️

AO3 Link

This had become the nightly habit: get off work, make dinner, chill with the lads in a Discord call until bedtime. Mindlessly playing a game, you weren't surprised by the sound of someone joining the call, however you were surprised by who it was. He was a rando that had joined a while back, was nice enough, but didn't have much to say as he relegated himself to really only short replies or emoji reactions. You could have sworn he posted a thirst trap without his face in the #selfies channel, but you weren't 100% sure. When he would join calls he would always stay muted, opting to reply in the text chat or not at all, merely listening to and enjoying just being around the good times happening. All the same, you felt it rude to not say at least a little hello. 

“Hey! How’re you doin’ tonight?” 

“Hey there~” 

The voice on the other side was low, having a bit of a flirtatious twang in the sigh of his greeting. Your heart skipped a beat, you weren't sure if he had ever spoken to you, much less anyone else in the server. And if you were being honest, he sounded kind of hot. Letting the giddy feeling ride, you tried to keep him talking since it was just the two of you. 

“Woah–” You poked cheekily, “I dunno if I've heard you say anything before.” 

“I'm more of a one-on-one kind of guy,” He offered smoothly, “But I enjoy listening to everyone having a good time.” 

“Fair–” 

The air fell dead as you wondered what to talk about next, letting him cut into the silence with a question, “So.. what's your favorite scary movie?” 

Having just finished a server horror movie night not too long ago, the question felt like a natural segway into your interests, “Hmmnn that's actually a good question– I think if we're just talkin’ horror in general my first and favorite would have to be Silence Of The Lambs. The back and forth relationship between Clarice and Dr. Lecter was probably one of the most challenging to my mind at the ripe age of twelve, since then I've loved horror that has a female protagonist that is put under pressure by the killer to make difficult choices and solve the puzzle he left for her.

“But– that's not to say pieces like Substance or Midsommer aren't incredible mentally challenging works of art to me, I love both, along with movies like The Empty Man, Smile, It Follows, The VVitch, The Void, V/H/S–”

He cut your train with a light chuckle, “I definitely want to know which you thought was better, Smile or It Follows, but I meant to ask, what’s your favorite slasher movie?” 

You gave this one a lot more consideration as your heart swelled with a damning excitement at the thought of your favorite killers, “That's such a hard choice! Of course Micheal Myers from <i>Halloween</i> is like everyone's big daddy– but I think if I had to choose it would have to be Stab! Ghostface is just a lot more fun, playful, and let's be honest– horny.” 

“Oh yeah?” He hummed, “Why's that?” 

How his tone seemed to curl at the end of his words made your chest tighten and a heat rise to your cheeks, “I mean, at the heart of it.. the voice actor responsible for his voice changer in the movie said that his tone is flirtatious, beyond that– between the fact that the first Ghostface seemed to get off on the idea of causing his object of obsession, Sidney, the most pain possible by the mocking of her mother being the town bicycle and it's even pointed to at the end of the movie that the two who were behind the Ghostface killings were the same two that brutalized Sidney's mother–” 

“Goddamn–” Nearly groaning his words as he cut you off, he cleared his throat and pressed, “Good girl~ You sure do know your stuff.” Praising you with words that melted like chocolate over your tongue, your mind tilted at his words, ‘Good girl’. 

Good girl?!

“Excu–”

“I fuckin’ love girls like you–” He went on, swearing you could hear the ache of him through the call, “Your type always knows how really appreciate us..” 

‘Us’?

Before you could get a word in, he went on, “Buuut it looks like that's my cue– I hope you're ready for some fun this evening.” Leaving the conversation with the disconnect sound chiming through your ears in silence to process what just happened. 

The sound of him leaving the call let a wash of relief run over you, only lasting for a moment as the floor creaking caught your attention with arms wrapping you in a winding embrace. Having your arms pinned at your sides, your hands flailed looking for any sort of way out. Only, the way your grip seemed to find his length caged behind his pants before skirting over to the long hunting knife strapped to his leg, making your struggle against him stop with a gasp.

“Yeah.. that's all for you Babe, whatever you need– so.. let's behave.. alright..?” The same voice that was lingering in your headset only moments ago was in high definition against your back. 

Firmly pressing his hand over your mouth, you froze as someone else joined the empty call with you, “Hey you there?” 

Your headphones loud enough for him to hear, an uneasy pause passed between you two as his hold over your lips lessened, “Yeah-” He let you breathe through his nitrile gloved fingers.

“Good, kinda glad he's gone, he's chill and all, but it kinda bugs me that he's just in here just dead-ass silent all the time. Fuckin’ weird.” 

Looking over your shoulder a bit to get any sort of a look at him, you were only met with the deep black drooping eyes framed by a gasping bone white mask. Familiarity of the visage made your heart drop into your stomach, forcing you to chew on the harsh fact that that same familiarity you knew to fear, also brought the flutter of butterflies in with it.  

A rough bump of his hips to your back-end snapped you out of your own mind and made you bark out, “Uh– Same– he is kinda weird, I've– talked to him a little bit and he just– seems like a bit of a creep..”

“Oooh shit whaddaya mean?” 

He peered over your shoulder to look at you, curious to see how you would pull this along as his other hand pushed at the elastic of your pajama bottoms, “He uh– waited for everyone to leave– and then started hella chatting me up–” 

“Are you good? It sounds like you're doing something.” 

Eyeing him, the slight nod of his head coaxed you to keep talking while his fingers made their home in exploring your heat, “Yeah I'm fine– I think I pulled a muscle and I–”

“Oh shit– sorry, one sec– groceries are here, I'll be back in a minute!”

At the sound of her disconnection he lifted you up with a near effortless toss onto the bed, wasting no time crawling on top of you to get at what little clothing was left with his blade. Watching the fabric dance away from your frame, he gripped your wrist as you tried to switch your mic off.

“Go on.. stay in that call.. let ‘em all know what a stagy little whore you are.” He pushed, lifting the hem of his hoodie above the glimmer of the silver button hiding his length behind the black denim. 

No time was wasted getting into you, making himself at home between your legs with a few rough thrusts and shivering grunts that made your mind twist. Squirming under him the grit falling off his boots into your blankets made you buck against him in frustration, earning a low sigh from him as his beat picked up. 

“Mmn if you keep fighting me.. I'll gut you like a fucking pig.” Groaning into your ear, the delicate touch of his knife teased itself between your breasts. 

Defiance sparked in you to bite back, “If we're– oh god– following the rules, you'll just do it anyway–” 

The blade pulled its edge against your skin, splitting you like a ripe peach under its cut, “True.. but the killer's favorite little slut never dies.. she's gotta make it to the sequel, the trilogy, hell! Maybe a whole fuckin’ saga..”

Suddenly ringing in your ear the sound of the bluetooth assistant chimed,

Battery Low.. Please Charge Soon.

You held your lips tight as the length of him pushed to the hilt over and over, letting the air in the call stay dead as your friend and others passed through, thinking you were away from your keyboard. 

“What’s wrong? Suddenly have nothing to say? I thought you liked the idea of being yanked around by a big man with a knife? Little different than on the big screen, ain't it Babe?” 

You could practically hear him purring behind the mask, his pace slowing to deep grind as you felt the rub of his metal pants zipper dig into your skin like a threat.

“Mmmm– remember a couple weeks back– we were all watching that scary movie– when you wouldn't shut the fuck up about how you wanted to ride that slashers cock like a carnival ride– fuck you don't know what that did to me– hearing you get all giddy about bouncing on dick after a kill– goddamn you don't have a fuckin’ clue– how bad I wanted bust through that fuckin’ window and tear you apart–” 

Gripping his palm across your eyes to pin your head to the bed, the unrelenting barrage of what came was less of a kiss and more of a hostile takeover of your senses. You couldn't tell how long you were left to his devices, using you with the excitement of a new sex doll he'd been waiting months for. The fight in you began to fade with the swipe of your tongue to his, earning the zeal of him rutting into you harder. 

“See.. I knew you'd love it..” 

Battery Low.. Please Charge Soon.

Dipping down to your chest to kiss the fresh wound that lay spilling blood around your breasts, taking in the heavy scent of your rubies like a jewel thief making his biggest heist. Slipping his free hand over your chest to the slick of your nipple made you gasp as a perfect distraction before pulling his mask back down. Adorning his usual visage now laid a smeared print of your life in blinding crimson, letting that be the first and only thing you saw as he let you have your vision back in the darkness. Against the blur of your eyes readjusting from the pressure of his weight on them, the dip of his frame dropping against yours with his hands gripping the sides of your head in a vice made you dizzy with a feral beat between your legs. Throughout his treatment you didn't feel that familiar latex rub of a barrier between you, forcing your stomach into a twist as his panting behind the mask got heavier. 

The first grace of the evening came when you finally heard the powering down beeping of your headset giving its last bit of juice before cutting out. Unbound by the fear of being heard, your voice let out a moan that vibrated the silence of the dead air room. Relaxing a little under him, he pushed your rear up, angling himself better to pump deep before running his fingers over the tacky blood joining the fresh on your chest in a macabre mess. Having the dig of his fingertips into the open wound weeping from you was a new kind of violation before he breathed out a shaken manic pleasure from the mask that captivated you. 

“Oh fuck– I'm going to smear your blood over my every  fucking pore!” The bubbling frenzy in his tone gave away his devouring bliss as it promised to swallow you whole. 

Honestly, you weren't long for the session either way as he found just the right spot to rub his tip into the soft warmth of you hugging his length and perfect grind of his mound against your bud aching to come undone. Seeing him watch you in those last moments before you went over the edge was enough to send you there as you trembled and cried out under his grip. Moaning and reaching to touch him in any way you could, you couldn't get enough of him as your body craved the closeness it needed. Expecting swift punishment for the affection, he surprised you by taking your hand in his, slowing his pace. Lacing your fingers as one, the gentle caress of his thumb to your skin had your rose colored glasses as red as they could be. Watching with a affectionately hazed gaze while he pinned you down, your skin when cold as his words dripped from his lips like sweet poison: 

“You think you're getting away that easy? I'm just gonna cum and that be that? No.. I prepared for this all day. You're not goin’ fucking anywhere.”

[kiranerys42]

Fictober Day 13

"that's not the point" | Baldur's Gate 3 | Astarion/Wyll

(this one's explicit so, idk, don't read it at work? you have been warned)

Read on AO3 or below

“You know, I'm not going to get hard again so soon.”

It takes Astarion a moment to register Wyll’s words. They’re in Wyll’s tent, and Astarion has just finished giving Wyll a truly spectacular blowjob, because Astarion doesn’t give blowjobs that are anything less than spectacular. And, although the blowjob is technically done—Astarion has swallowed every last bit of Wyll’s spend, licked him clean—Astarion… has not stopped. He’s lost in the moment, in the sensation of it all. Wyll tastes nice. His softening dick feels good in Astarion’s mouth. Astarion feels good, here between Wyll’s legs, and that is something worth savoring.

However, the one downside of a dick in one’s mouth is it makes it difficult to talk, so he reluctantly pulls away.

“That’s not the point,” Astarion says. His voice is hoarse, which is good; it’s an audible reminder that Wyll’s cock was recently in Astarion’s throat. Wyll will like that, probably. “But I can stop, if you’d prefer that.”

“Oh, don’t stop on my account. It’s kind of nice, actually.”

Astarion takes a moment to enjoy the view. Wyll is beautiful, stretched out above him. From the patch of hair above his cock, up his scarred chest, to the lazy sated half-smile on his face, all the way up to his horns, Wyll is a sight to behold.

He doesn’t need to breathe, but Astarion still inhales. Wyll smells like sweat, and iron, and a hint of jasmine. He smells like Wyll.

Astarion takes Wyll’s now fully-soft cock back in his mouth, and he tastes even better than he smells. Wyll is correct; he won’t be getting hard again any time soon. His new devilish appearance may have come with a few bumps and ridges in interesting places, but it does not seem to have granted him a magically enhanced refractory period. That’s alright, though. As Astarion said, that’s not the point.

No, the point is—it’s just that, Astarion has done this so many times. But never like this. Never with someone like Wyll. Someone who—

Wyll is here. They’ve had sex, and Wyll is still here. He will still be here tomorrow, and, barring any fatal encounters with their enemies, he’ll be here the day after that, too.

Eventually, Astarion does actually tire of having Wyll in his mouth. He shifts up a bit, resting his head on Wyll’s stomach. Wyll reaches down and runs his hand through Astarion’s hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. Gods, it feels so good. Astarion closes his eyes, and he just—takes in the moment. Every feeling, every sensation.

It would be so easy for him to do the opposite. To allow his mind to go somewhere else, let his body do all the work, to just… leave, for a bit, and come back when they’re done. He’s had plenty of practice.

He didn’t do that tonight. It wasn’t easy. It took some effort, at first, to stay fully present. Astarion hopes that Wyll didn’t notice, that Wyll doesn’t know how easy it would have been for Astarion to slip away.

Astarion is afraid that Wyll notices far more than he lets on.

“What is the point?” Wyll asks, breaking the silence.

“Hm?”

“You said that’s not the point, which begs the question—what is the point?”

Astarion opens his eyes and tilts his head slightly so he can see Wyll’s face. There’s a sharpness to Wyll’s smile and a brightness in his eye; the post-orgasmic haze has clearly worn off.

“You said it felt nice, didn’t you?”

“I did.”

“Then that’s the point, darling. To make you feel good.”

“Hm.” Wyll sounds unsure, but he doesn’t press the issue further.

They lie there for a while, Wyll’s hand still in Astarion’s hair, Astarion’s hands lazily wandering over Wyll’s chest. Eventually, Wyll will fall asleep and Astarion will trance. Eventually, morning will come, and they’ll wake up and face another day.

But for now, Astarion is going to enjoy this moment.

[nah-she-didnt]

Inheritance

Knitting may be a less physically painful hobby than sewing, Lily thought bitterly as she unraveled her work for the third time in an hour, but it was no less frustrating. True, her fingers bled less while knitting than they did during her needlepoint phase. She’d jabbed herself more times than she could count last time she tried to embroidered a sad-looking flower onto the corner of her least favorite pillowcase. No, knitting certainly yielded less bloodshed than sewing, but it didn’t come without a price.

“Ouch!” Lily cried as she poked her humungous stomach once again with the end of the long, metal knitting needle. She could never get used to her belly, which seemed to swell more and more every day. “Damn- stupid-” She growled with frustration, crumpled up the ruined baby jumper, and hurled the bundle of yarn and needles across the room.

Lily watched the bundle soar through the air as her chest heaved slightly from her outburst. She rubbed absentmindedly at the spot where she’d impaled herself on the needle. Couldn’t break the skin, she reminded herself, but she still bruised like a peach. Little purple bruises all over your stomach weren’t typically a comforting sight in the ninth month of pregnancy.

Eight months. She shuddered a bit at the thought. Eight months of being sick, of stretching and expanding, of reminding herself that she was not a selfish cow for bringing a child into the world in the middle of a war.

For bringing this child into the world.

She groaned as she leaned forward to brace herself to stand. With a huge effort, she was able to push to her feet and shuffle over to retrieve her knitting. Won’t be long now, she thought to herself as she settled back into her spot on the couch to finish her work, stop messing around and get this done before he gets here or you'll never finish.

He.

Her heart sunk at the thought. It had been difficult to hide her disappointment when she’d heard her baby was male. She remembered how James had smiled softly at the scan and squeezed her hand. “A boy,” he’d whispered to her, “a little boy.”

She’d smiled and squeezed his hand right back. A boy.

Lily remembered the moment perfectly, how she’d fallen deep into that all-consuming fog. It was official, at least part of the prophecy was true after all. A boy, born at the end of July...

Three days. That’s all she needed. Three days until the sticky summer days of August. She would distract herself with this horrid jumper for three whole days, and then the baby could come whenever he pleased.

“Having fun?”

Lily jumped in surprise, causing her once again to drop a stitch. “Git,” she grumbled as she squinted down at the yarn, trying desperately to recover her mistake, “can’t you make a noise once in a while? You’ll startle me into early labor.”

James grinned and hopped over the back of the couch, landing next to her with a soft thwump.

“Whatcha got there? Is it a…” he regarded her lumpy, misshapen jumper, “a bib?”

“Very funny,” she snapped, refusing to look at him as she knitted, then purled, then knitted again.

“I’m sorry,” he grinned, clearly trying not to laugh, “I know it’s a jumper. Why the mad rush to finish, anyway?”

“I want it to be ready in time,” she said through teeth gritted in concentration, “he’s going to be here soon.”

“Right.”

Lily waited. She’d known James long enough to know when he was holding back. She turned her head slowly and fixed him with a glare. “What? Go on, spit it out.”

James had long grown used to Lily’s hormonal bitchiness. Nevertheless, he looked unsure of how to proceed without getting his head ripped off. “Well,” he sighed, eyeing the jumper hesitantly, “it’s just that, the jumper’s a bit small, don’t you think? I mean, won’t he be a bit big by the time it’s cold enough outside to wear?”

Lily felt the heat rise in her cheeks. This was absolutely the last thing she needed to hear right now. “I don’t think so. He’s a baby, how big can they be?”

“Well,” James said carefully, “let’s see. It’ll get chilly enough for jumpers by, I dunno, October? So he’ll be three months? He might have some meat on him by then if he’s anything like me when I was a baby.”

“No,” Lily shook her head and returned to her work. Knit. Purl. Knit. Purl. Purl again. “He’d be two months. Two.”

James sighed. “Lil-”

“If he’s born in August he’ll be two months in October.”

“We have to be prepared for the wo-”

“No.” Lily said the word quietly, but with a danger she hadn’t realized she possessed.

James held up his hands in surrender. “You’re right. Ignore me. I didn’t mean-”

“He’ll be tiny,” Lily said into her hands. Knit. Purl. Dropped stitch. Damn. “Tiny enough to fit into this sweater. And he’ll be perfect. And safe and healthy and loved.” Another stitch dropped. It was getting hard to see her work through her tears.

“Lily,” James said softly as he reached for her hands. He brought the needles slowly down from her face and tucked his hand over hers in her lap. “Let’s take a break for a moment, alright?”

She nodded. She could have wrestled her hand from under his to wipe the tears from her cheek, but she let them fall freely. James wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled him into her chest.

They stayed that way for a while, Lily crying silently into James’ chest. After a while, she became aware of his own warm tears on her hair. She wondered dully if he was thinking what she was thinking. What have we done?

“Why the knitting?” James murmured as he ran a hand up and down her arm comfortingly, “why the rush?”

Lily sniffed. She hadn’t expected the question, and she suddenly found she didn’t have an answer. Knitting just seemed like a thing to do for your baby. “I just want him to have something of mine. Something to...remember me by.”

It was a mark of the bond between them that James did not protest at her words. He knew more than anyone how their stories could end. How little time they might have with their son.

“He’s going to love it. But you know,” James nudged her chin gently with his forefinger so that she looked up into his face. His cheeks were still blotchy from his tears, but a real smile shone on his lips. “You know he’s going to have your eyes. How could he not? That’s something he could never get from anyone else.”

Lily smiled too. She tried to picture her own green eyes looking back up at her from a bundle of blankets in her arms. Her eyes, maybe James’ hair. It was a lovely picture.

“Three days,” she leaned up and kissed James gently on the lips, “let’s get through the next three days. We’ll have plenty to worry about when he arrives and I won’t have time to finish this stupid jumper.”

James laughed. He stood from the couch, stretching his arms above his head as he went. “He’s going to love the sweater, Lil. Who knows, maybe he’ll give it to his own baby someday.”

“Oh, god,” Lily murmured as she resumed her work with a renewed intensity, “don’t say that. He’ll need something nicer than this for his own kids, this one’s shite.”

---

“I can’t believe you didn’t let me at the baby boxes first,” Ginny grumbled as she poured through a trunk of useless artifacts from her and her brothers’ infancies. A torn sweater here, a lone bootie there. A Babbity Rabbity book that was so worn from years of use that it tore at the binding. Ten years and seven children later, even the hardiest hand-me-downs could fall apart. “Bill got all the good stuff for Vic.”

“Well, dear,” her mother sighed as she levitated yet another trunk onto the kitchen table, “he was the first in the family to have children, after all.”

“It’s not like Fluer lets her kids wear any of our old jumpers,” Ginny muttered bitterly, “it isn’t from Paris, so of course it’s all rubbish.”

“What about this, Ginny?” Hermione called from her spot across the table. She’d spotted a dusty, but beautiful, mobile made up of stars and whirling planets folded up in the corner of a trunk. Small silver chimes hung from the top of the mobile which could almost certainly be charmed to play softly as the baby slept below. “This is lovely, isn’t it?”

Ginny, despite her determination to be a grumpy, hormone-filled nightmare today, eyed the mobile with interest. “It is nice.”

“Hmm,” her mother hummed as she dug through a bag of old baby socks, looking for a matching pair, “I suppose I didn’t let all the good stuff go to your brother after all, then?”

Ginny huffed as she accepted the mobile from Hermione and gingerly placed it into her bag. “Fine. Maybe not. But he’s still always been your favorite child.”

“What about me, then?” Ron called as he strode into the room, Harry at his side.

Ginny threw a faded plush snitch at his head, which he caught easily. “Not you, git. Bill.”

“Oh, true,” Ron shrugged as he leaned down to kiss Hermione on the cheek. By the time they got married and had kids of their own, Ginny thought savagely, there would surely be nothing usable left in the trunks. This was her only consolation.

“Gin, it’s alright. We don’t need anything from here,” Harry said reasonably as he peered into the trunk with interest. “Of course, Molly, it’s all lovely. But we’re buying loads of stuff for the baby, he’ll be just fine.”

“But still!” Ginny protested as she dug further into the trunk, “I want the memories, you know? I want to pass something down to my kids. Something like...like this.”

At the very bottom of the trunk lay a tiny, perfectly folded Gryffindor jumper. No years of wear-and-tear, no moth holes or loose strings hanging from the sleeves. Her mother had even added a tiny lion to the front in perfect golden stitches against the crimson background. Ginny pulled the jumper gingerly from the trunk and ran the tips of her fingers along the ridiculously soft wool.

“Oh, Molly,” Hermione murmured in awe as she stared at the jumper in Ginny’s hands. “It’s beautiful.”

Her mother smiled softly. “I knit that jumper when I was pregnant with you, Ginny.” Her voice had grown hoarse, as if she was trying her best to keep the emotion at bay. “I wanted you to have something of your very own. You only wore it a few times before you got too big. It was silly, really, to spend so much time making something that you’d grow right out of, but I couldn’t help it.”

“No wonder we were all in Gryffindor,” Ron grinned, as he eyed the jumper, “you and dad have been priming us since birth.”

“Oh, hush,” her mother snapped at Ron, “you know we didn’t care, not really. After all, I was almost sure Percy would be in Ravenclaw when he first went to school, but then-”

“Harry?”

Hermione’s voice was barely above a whisper, but it stopped mum’s story at once.

Harry’s eyes were on the jumper in her hands, and they were wet. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared at the bundle of red and gold. He didn’t give any indication that he’d heard Hermione say his name.

Ginny felt her heart sink into her stomach. “Harry, what’s wrong?”

“What?” Harry shook himself a bit as if coming out of a dream. He glanced around at all the eyes fixed on him. “Oh, sorry. I just thought- never mind. Being silly.” He ran a hand through his hair absentmindedly, his chest still heaving slightly. The legs of his chair scraped loudly across the kitchen floor as he stood suddenly.

“Got to get some fresh air, excuse me,” and Harry practically bolted through the kitchen and through the back door.

Her mother gazed sadly after him. “Oh dear, I should have thought before bringing all this out. I hope he’s not too upset.”

“It’s alright mum,” Ginny patted her mother’s arm gently, “he’ll be fine. I’ll go talk to him.”

Ginny crossed over to the back door and eased her way through it. How on earth had her mother, a woman who had been pregnant at least seven times, been able to live in a house with such tiny doorways? She waddled down the porch and into the back garden towards her husband’s form.

It was difficult to see him in the early evening light, but she did not like the look of the way his shoulders slumped forward where he stood.

“Hey,” she breathed as she reached Harry. She could tell he’d been crying by the way his breath caught in his throat with each inhale. The sound made her feel faintly sick. “What happened in there?”

Harry shook his head sharply. “Nothing. Being stupid, that’s all.”

“It’s not stupid,” she took his hand in hers and gripped it tight. “Having a baby is scary. I get it. I don’t have any less faith in you for being scared.”

“It’s not that,” he whipped around to look at her, his eyes alight with adrenaline. “I’m not scared. I’m going to protect our baby with every breath I have left in me, I promise you that, Ginny.”

She smiled patted his hand gently. He had these moments every now and then, the wild sense of panic that always preceded a fight. She couldn’t blame him exactly, given everything he’d lost, but she was worried for him. “I know you will. I will, too.”

Harry nodded vigorously and turned back to the garden. She could feel his body relaxing slightly, could sense some of the panic recede from his muscles and release through his exhale.

“I’m sorry I freaked out,” Harry breathed as he brought their clasped hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, “it was that damned tiny jumper. It was unnaturally small. I don’t remember Teddy being that small, do you?”

Ginny laughed and leaned her head against his shoulder. The sun was really setting now, casting the entire yard in a soft orange glow. Somewhere in the distance, a family of gnomes grumbled to each other as they dug through her mother’s tomato patch. “He was never that small, though I suppose Teddy was a bit of a fat baby.”

Harry snorted. “I’m telling him you said that.”

“Don’t!” Ginny swatted at him playfully, “don’t you dare!”

He just laughed again and pulled her close against his chest, the back of her head resting comfortably against him.

“It is nice, though,” he sighed, “the idea of passing something down to your kids. Giving them a little part of you. I wish I’d had more of my parents’ things.”

Ginny nodded slowly. She couldn’t imagine a childhood without hand-me-downs. A little bit of history in every toy, every piece of clothing. “Perhaps we can make up for it. Create some new traditions.”

“Yeah?” She could hear him grinning through the word. “How would we do that?”

Ginny sighed, a little horrified with herself at what she was about to say.

“Well, we could always ask my mother to give us knitting lessons.”

Really. Married, pregnant, and finally letting her mother teach her to knit after years of protestation. What had her life come to?

[succubusphan]

A Catboy at Heart.

Summary: Phil should be jealous that his cat loves his fuck buddy more than she loves him, but they are both too cute for that.

Rating: E

Tags: Friends With Benefits, Fluff and Smut, Getting Together, Hand Jobs, Phil has a calico, Catboy Phil.

Word Count: 2.1k

A/n: For Hiwa! Thanks for the prompt darling.

This is part of my project 100 fics: I'm posting 7 fics before April 22nd so that my OSPBB fic can be my 100th story posted. I don't have them written so this could fail but I'm pretty set on it, so I hope to do it. PS: I wrote pretty late so I'm sure there are mistakes but I'll catch them in the morning.

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Phil came out of the shower much more relaxed than he had walked in, toweled his hair dry, and put on a pair of fresh pyjamas before sitting down on the sofa. He groaned, grabbing the remote and switching channel absentmindedly; he needed to make dinner but he was feeling extra lazy, especially being Friday. Maybe he could order something in, would it be that bad?

Honey jumped directly onto his lap, purring furiously and looking at him with big eyes before climbing onto his shoulder and licking his wet hair. “Oh, babyyyy. Do you want to scent me? Is papa stinky after the shower and no longer smells like you?”

She let out a soft meow and rubbed her face on his jaw, leaving behind quite a bit of cat hair stuck on his scruffy beard.

“Thank you, thank you. I’m all good now,” Phil laughed, trying to blow the cat hair away.

Honey jumped off him as suddenly as she had arrived, meowing and making sure that Phil was following her.

“What? What do you need?” He asked as he followed her.

“Mroow!” She walked in that particular way she used to guide him somewhere. Phil kept petting her softly and assuring her that he was following until they had made it to the front door. She sat there and looked at him. “Meow! Mraaa!” She pawed at the lock and looked back at him.

“You know it’s Friday, don’t you? Well, I haven’t arranged anything with him.”

“Mrowwwww.”

“We can’t have him over all the time, Honey!”

She looked at him with her beautiful eyes, one green, one blue, and purred loudly. The fur on her gorgeous face was half black and half orange, representing the combination of her sweet nature with her rebel attitude to perfection. Phil groaned, he could never resist her pleading look, she was just in love with Dan or something. Honey knew Fridays were ‘Dan day’ sometimes but she was set on making him a permanent apartment fixture. He picked her up and returned to the sofa while she complained on his shoulder.

“Ok, ok I’ll text him. Give me a moment.” He was being dramatic, really. Dan was his fuck buddy so having him over was not a chore - at all. They had quite a nice little arrangement, and he was nice to hang out with as well. He wasn’t the quick fuck and out the door kind of guy but he never overstayed his welcome either. The fact that he was also hot didn’t hurt matters.

To Dan:

Hey, what are your plans for tonight?

To Phil:

Nothing much, waiting for your text honestly.

To Dan:

Do I look that desperate?

To Phil:

Yeap. How is Honey my beloved doing?

To Dan:

She’s anxiously waiting for you. Look at her, she’s waiting for me to confirm that you are coming. (He adds a picture of Honey sitting on his lap staring at him with wide eyes).

To Phil:

Tell her I’m on my way, but you are buying me pizza.

To Dan:

Deal. Hurry, she misses you.

To Phil:

I’m sure she does!

Phil put his phone down with a smile. “He’s on his way! He’s coming over to see you! Do you want to see Dan?”

“Mreow!” She headbutted his hand and walked all over his lap purring. Maybe he should be offended that she was more excited to see Dan than him on most days, but she was too cute to get mad at.

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Half an hour later Phil was opening the door to a very sexy Dan and he couldn’t help but check him out. Before he could so much as say anything, Honey jumped straight onto Dan’s shoulder.

“Oop! Hello! Hello, princess. Yes, I know, I know. I’ve missed you too sweetheart. Give me a kiss,” Dan said and Honey pressed her nose to his.

Phil stood there, looking at them and grinning like a fool. It really did something to him that Dan was so amazing with his kitty. He could almost imagine them sitting together, having breakfast on his sofa with her on their laps and trying to steal pastries from them.

Dan walked right past Phil, briefly stopping to drop a gentle peck to his lips and walking to the living room. Phil blinked repeatedly, shut the door and joined them shortly after.

When the pizza arrived, Honey had to relinquish her place on Dan’s lap and she did so with a huff, watching them closely from the top of her cat tower as they ate.

“Ugh, I feel like a beached whale,” Dan said, making a dying whale sound.

“Same. Why did it have to come to this? I’m too gay and beautiful to die!”

Dan chuckled and gave him a look Phil couldn’t quite place. It was weird, in a way, this was not unlike any other Friday for them, but on the other hand, there was something else hanging in the air. Phil couldn’t put his finger on it, maybe it was the fact that Dan had been waiting for his text and admitted so, maybe it had been the fact that Phil knew he would come, especially if Honey was involved in the invitation. Perhaps it was the fact that they had never shared a meal in the six months they’ve been doing this and there was quite a domestic vibe about that. It didn’t feel like a date, but it was definitely not like the nights where they just got together for a few hours of fun and some cuddling.

The thing was that Phil had no idea what to say or how to act. He was trying not to think about it too much to avoid freaking out but he was thinking of thinking about it and that was enough. What wou-

Dan huffed and pulled him into a kiss by his shirt. “Stop thinking,” he mumbled against Phil’s lips before biting them softly.

Phil moaned and scooched closer to him, letting his hand trail down Dan’s torso and fumble with the buckle of his belt.

Wasting no time, Dan helped him open the buttons of his jeans hissed when Phil unceremoniously shoved his cold fingers into his underwear and got ahold of his semi-hard cock.

“Sorry,” Phil giggled, not sounding sorry at all and retrieved his hand and tried to warm it up.

“You’re killing me,” Dan whined against Phil’s shoulder, pressing a kiss there and making his way up to his neck.

It all happened quite fast. Phil felt Dan jolt right before he squealed, then he saw a pair of wide eyes staring at him from Dan’s lap.

“Honey!” Phil said. “You’re going to hurt him, don’t use your claws like that. You are not falling, I promise.” He tried to remove her from Dan’s lap but she was holding on for dear life.

“Ouch,” Dan said but he let out a hyena laugh right after. “Aww, come here baby.” He picked her up and placed her on his shoulder without effort.

“I should put her in the bedroom.”

“You can’t lock her in the bedroom because of me! She’ll hate me!”

“So what do you suggest then?”

“Give her treats and let’s run for the bedroom.”

“Right.” Phil shook his head with a smile but still went to the treat cabinet. “Oh, what’s in here?” He asked, but he didn’t really need to, Honey was right there with him. He put a few treats in her bowl before pointing towards the bedroom.

Dan scrambled to his feet and power-walked to his room with Phil close behind. Once the door was locked, Dan sat on the bed and let himself fall back with a huff. Taking in the view with his lip borrowed between his teeth, Phil stood over him, waging his options. He could go down on Dan or just climb onto his lap; he just hadn’t figured out what he was in the mood for tonight other than Dan.

Sensing his hesitation, Dan pulled his jeans and underwear down in one swift motion and threw them to the other side of the room. Sitting up, he patted his lap. “Come here,” he said, his arms reaching for Phil’s hips.

Yeah, that was exactly what Phil was in the mood for. He straddled Dan with a smirk and kissed him, only stopping to remove his shirt.

Dan, on the other hand, wasted no time, undoing his jeans and helping him out of them. Finally their cocks met in a deliciously torturous slide, perhaps a bit too dry to carry on for long but just enough to get them going. The fact that Dan could reach into his bedside drawer and get the lube without breaking the kiss or even opening his eyes was honestly so sexy. It was about that sense of familiarity with his space, the recognition of each other’s body and the laid back feel to everything they did together. It was just easy.

“What are you feeling?” Phil mumbled against his lips and he fumbled with the buttons on Dan’s shirt.

“Just this. Wanna come with you, we’ll see about round two later.”

“Yeah, fuck!” Phil moaned as Dan’s lubed hand wrapped around both of their cocks. He looked down at the crowns disappearing into Dan’s fist and thought they looked beautiful together, but then he looked up again and started cursing. “Ugh, why are you still wearing this stupid shirt?”

“It’s not stupid, it’s silk. And I wanted to look sexy,” Dan admitted with a laugh, his hand still working on their cocks.

“You don’t need it. You always look sexy, you dork.” He finally finished with the buttons and decided to let it hang from Dan’s frame since it did actually look nice.

Dan mouthed at his neck and his jaw, his breath catching. “Am I? Do you think of me when I’m not here?”

Phil’s eyes rolled to the back of his head from the pleasure rising from his pelvis and the sound of Dan’s deep voice driving him mad. “Yeah, Yeah.” He could feel himself twitching at the thought of Dan doing the same. “Do you?”

“Yeah,” Dan said and gasped as he sped up his hand, thumbing the slit on each cock as it resurfaced from his fist. “Fucked into my fleshlight today thinking of you and your plump ass, and this gorgeous cock,” he said, “Missed you so much, I wish I didn’t have to go.”

“Ah! Fuck I - I” Phil pushed Dan back onto the bed, pressing a bruising kiss to his lips and fucked into his fist, coming for what felt like forever. He was shaking and Dan was shaking too - from the laughter at how much was actually coming out of him. “Shut up,” he snorted, still twitching as Dan’s mess joined his.

“Wow,” Dan said, examining his chest and his shirt. “You’re welcome, I guess,” he smirked.

A soft scratching sound came from the door and Phil groaned.

Dan looked away. “You should let her in, I’ll clean up and get out of your hair.”

“What? Why?” Phil felt much more alert all of the sudden. “Don’t - You don’t have to leave.”

“Maybe it’s for the best.”

Phil grabbed his chin and as their eyes met, he saw the vulnerability, the raw emotion in Dan’s eyes. There was a reason people often said this kind of arrangement could last no longer than three months. They had gotten complacent and it was bound to happen. “I want you to stay.”

Dan shook his head with a pained face. “For a few hours… then what?”

“For the weekend. Stay for the weekend.”

“And on Monday?” Dan asked, a shred of hope in his voice.

“We have work on Monday, but you should come home after that. We will be waiting for you.”

Dan smiled and pulled him down for a kiss. And another. And another.

“Mroooowwwwww!” The door started to shake as Honey started to really scratch it.

They laughed and pressed their foreheads together.

“You get her while I clean up in the bathroom.”

“Alright, alright,” Phil said, dislodging himself from Dan and opening the door to a very huffy Honey. She smelled him before going straight into the bathroom.

“Oh, hello my lady. Did you miss me?” Phil heard him say and Honey meow in response. He smiled, maybe he should be jealous of Dan, but it was ok, Phil knew that his new boyfriend would have no problem helping with the litter box duties.

[the1918]

Orphaned Soft Sub!Cap x Dom!Bucky Ao3 Masterlist

70+ Delightful Trope Bombs That Someone Left Behind

As a relatively new stevebucky (post-2017), I’ve spent a lot of time catching up on a decade of fanfiction. 

One of the things that caught my attention on Ao3 was a series (several series, and one-shots too) of extremely soft and EXTREMELY similar Sub!Cap Steve x Dom!Bucky fics that had been orphaned (ca. late 2017). Digging deeper, I found 70+ of these fics that appear to be all by the same orphan account. All of them feature the same #Adorable Steve Rogers (who ‘mewls’) with #Possessive Bucky Barnes (who ‘growls’) pairing, with the defining feature of a light dom/sub dynamic... and they are positively rife with everyone’s favorite guilty pleasure tropes.

While I have since done some research and learned the author’s pseud/tumblr, they clearly do not wish to be identified (and are inactive in the fandom). Still, since orphaned fics cannot be searched/grouped on Ao3, I took it upon myself to assemble a masterlist of these absolute trope bombs. Many of these you have probably read already. Enjoy!

>>> Orphaned Soft Sub!Cap x Dom!Bucky Ao3 Masterlist <<<

[* = Smut]

Series - Adventures of Steve & Bucky: a.k.a, The Married Super Soldiers

Baby, You [Are] My Picket Fence*

Nothing Else Matters, But You

My Love Is Fire*

Say You'll Never Let Me Go*

The Flame That Burns The Candle*

All I Wanna Be Is Somebody To You*

Series - Love You To The Moon And Back

It's Always Been You, Stevie* (virgin!Steve)

Wanna Make You Feel Good*

We'll Be Looking For Sunlight*

Finding The Gold In Our Darkest Moments*

You Are My Forever*

Got Me Going Crazy*

Just Need To Feel You*

Safe and Sound*

Series - Ficlets 2.0

So Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me (And Tell Me That I'll See You Again)

Hold On Baby, It's Gonna Be All Right

Scream For Me Baby*

Hey Baby, I Think I Wanna Marry You

'Coz I See Sparks Fly, Whenever You Smile

Give Me Love 

Series - Stucky Collaboration Fics (with active co-creators atleast3letterspls, LadyAngelique, The_Crafty_Cracker)

Give You My All*

Slip Of The Tongue* (Daddy Kink)

Spring Cleaning*

Heartbreak Is The National Anthem

The Best People In Life Are Free

That Was Enough

Mirror Mirror On The Wall, Your Eyes Are The Prettiest Of Them All*

Protect Me From The Storm*

Bunnies Aren't Always Sweet & Innocent*

So Pretty In Frilly White Lace*

In your arms, I'm home*

Hungry Like A Wolf*

Have you been naughty or nice?*

the little merman

Series - Smutty Ficlets

Needin' You*

Driving Me Wild* (virgin!Steve)

As You Wish, Stevie 

An Eventful Night*

Keeping The Romance Alive*

Lazy Mornings*

It's You & Me Darlin' * (Getting together, virgin-except-for-Bucky!Steve)

Right Here, Sweetheart*

Screw The Rest. Baby, It's You & Me

Creamy Adventures*

Series - Post-Civil War Fics (Plotty)

Let Me Save You This Time

Only The Good Stuff

What You Do For Family

Healing

Don't Tell Me Our Youth Is Running Out

For The First Time* (virgin!Steve)

Don't Worry About Me

Reunited 

Worth The Wait*

Even The Stars Cannot Part Us*

The Safest Hands Are Still Our Own

Keeping Secrets Is Never A Good Idea

I Always Hated Sleeping Alone

Back Where I Belong 

Not Gonna Let You Go 

Our Love Ain't Water Under The Bridge*

We're Not Hiding Anymore*

Series - Let Me Love You

Take Me Home* (virgin!Steve)

Take Care of Me

Others:

Just Stay Here & Lay Here Right In My Arms*

You're Everything I Could Ever Want *

All Night, No Sleep*

And I Would Fight My Strength To Untape My Mouth, When I Used To Be Afraid Of The Words*

Darlin', I Wanna See Every Inch Of You (I Get Lost In The Way You Move)*

there’s something inside you (it's hard to explain)*

you got me so high*

i wanna dance with somebody (with somebody who loves me)*

i don't deserve this (darlin' you look perfect tonight)*

'coz baby you're a firework*

wherever I go, whatever I do, the map on my heart leads to you, so baby, please keep loving me*

Come Back to Me*

if i dance with somebody, i might want somebody else* (virgin!Steve)

every little thing he does is magic (every little thing he does just turns me on)* (virgin!Steve)

Come On, Be My Baby* (ABO, Omega virgin!Steve)

daddy’s little princess*

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Please contact me directly if you have one to add, or if you have a comment/request concerning this post!

[guigz1-coldwar]

'Moral boost' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Moral boost"

Chapter Summary : Yirina woke up, after having an new memory, in the car with Park and then....a new plan is given about Sonya.....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3300

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I opened my eyes, finding myself on my car on the parking of the Lubyanka building as I was tapping the steering wheel like if I was waiting for someone to come here to me but in fact, it wasn't really like that. It was like in the morning and I was more like trying to destress while I was tapping on the steering wheel with my both hands before I decided myself to get out of the car, not forgetting to take my backbag that was on the passenger seat before leaving entirely the car, looking at my surroundings.

There weren't an lot of cars of the parking like if we were at the beginning of a long day of work for everyone in the KGB. I took a last look and removing my jacket before I entered the building with my bag on the back & holding my KGB outfit jacket in the left hand....to say that I wasn't very liking to wear those in reality....I passed the checkpoint of the security post and walking to my office, saluting on the way the few guards who, of course, saluted me back witn an smile that I was also doing on my face.

When I arrived in my office, Zasha wasn't there at all and I sighed at not seeing them, thinking that the day could start on good terms for real with their presence. Before installing myself at my desk, I took an empty cup of coffee from my desk to prepare it with the coffee machine in my own office before I finally got sit.....and one second after, my phone start to ring, causing me to put my coffee aside and to take the call.

"Grigoriev." I started, taking the phone in my right hand in a very low voice as I wasn't feeling so good in me.

"Guess who is it, Yiri ?" I could recognize Freya's voice through the phone, sounding excited as for me, I wasn't well. "It's your little girlfriend." She added, not letting me the time to say her name.

"You don't have to tell me who you are, Freya." I exclaimed, keeping the same voice as before, redressing myself on my seat in a lazy position.

"You don't sound too good...." She said, worried. "Are you okay ?"

"I don't know....I maybe woke up alone because someone wasn't there to do it." I told her, finally starting to have an normal voice coming back in me and getting it a bit angry.

"Yirina...I'm...I'm so sorry for that." She was sounding apologizing after I hear her taking an breath of realiziation. "I can explain, okay ?"

"So, explain then....explain why my girlfriend didn't fullfill her promise to stay with me." I ordered her, raising my voice at the verge of almost crying.

"Listen, Perseus is....well, he called from your apartment during the night and since I was the one to pick up the phone, he told me that I needed to go to Warsaw for an mission." She explained and for me, that explanation didn't reassure me.

"And you preferred to go there instead of staying with me ?" I asked them, stunned of hearing her. "Do you realize that you promised me to stay for my birthday ?" I added.....we were the 8th of May.

"Yes, I know...." She breathed, sounding more sorry than before.

"Of course, you knew but you chosed Perseus over me." I cut her in her words, sounding more angry now. "You said that me were always coming before Perseus but no...." I stopped myself, awaiting for an reaction from her before I decided it was better to continue. "You didn't even left me an little something for me : not an simple birthday card, not an love letter, nothing !"

"I'm sorry, Yiri." She whispered.

"You have to do a lot to be sorry, Freya." I proclaimed, sniffing away from the phone and frankly, I was keeping my calm for the moment. "I'm working my ass everyday and I just wanted to have an simple moment with my friends and you off-work but now, I can't because you're not here."  I added in my argument.

"Listen I can come back for you, you know."

"We both know that you can't do it !" I affirmed, holding the phone hardly. "It's too late for you to come back until you finished with your 'little mission' in Warsaw."

"I'm sorry, Yirina. I have no choices." She repeated and right now, I didn't know why I didn't hang up the phone....maybe because it was Freya through the phone. "Honestly, I'm regretting to have left and.....yeah, you're right, I can't come back."

"See ?" I breathed, rolling my eyes. "You know that tonight, I wanted to have you in my arms in bed but instead, I will have to look at the ceilling wondering why I'm alone."

"I know, I.....okay, I'm so fucking sorry for what I did.....happy birthday, my Yiri !" I could hear her voice getting lower each time she was stopping herself before sounding better at the end. "I....I have to leave you, I'm needed....Happy birthday again, Yiri."

"Thanks....thank you, Freya." I whispered with an little grin before I finally hang up the phone, the two of us not even saying goodbye to the other. "Pfff....Perseus over me...." I told to myself, lamenting her own choices,  looking down and almost going to get just in my arms, put them on the desk and sleeping the whole day without working at all and honestly, I didn't want to work....I'm not even supposed to be here today because it's my birthday. Then as I was going to do what I was thinking, knocks could be hear at my door. "Come in." I said and it opened....revealing Zasha and Portnova.

"Hey !" Both said at the same time as they entered the office, dressed in their casual clothes and not in their usual uniforms.

"Hi." I waved at them, an very small grin on my face as I was sit in an lazy position in my chair.

"You wasn't at your apartment so we presumed that you came here." Zasha started, looking curious. "You're okay ? Not looking so good for me." They asked, giving their thoughts on me after.

"I....well, Freya promised me that she will stay and she didn't fullfill her promise." I replied, holding back my tears in me as I passed my hands through my face to avoid any tears in case. "She preferred to go to an stupid mission for Perseus." I added, passing my hands in my hair

"Damnit." Portnova snorted, shaking her head, not understanding why Freya did this. "It's okay, we're here for you." Both moved to get to next to me, putting their hands at the same time on my shoulders.

"Yeah, we have prepared an big birthday party at my place." Zasha said, getting on the same level as me.

"Don't worry, it's just you, me, Zed & Dedov to celebrate that." Portnova added, making the same moves as Zasha. "You really should come with us and forget the bad moments today."

"Yeah." I whispered, smiling at them before I decided to get up from my chair and by surprise, the two decided to kiss me on my both cheeks, making me blush.

"Happy birthday, Yirina." Both exclaimed again in the same time as I was still amazed by their gestures towards me and to say, it brought me an big smile on my face as I was taking back the backbag and my jacket with me.....

"Let's go then....we have an birthday to do !"

Me & Park, we spent almost the whole night having sex on the backseats of the car and instead of going back to our room like we will have done, we were so exhausted to move out that we decided to stay in the car to sleep in it. Of course, the car was in the garage alley of the safehouse and if it wasn't, we wouldn't have done it here, we would have drive away to a safer place from here to do our little business.

The memory I just had back, it was a little bit troubling at the beginning but more better at the end with the appearance of Zasha & Portnova at my office. Frankly, I'm so much happy to have count them as my friends because I couldn't know what to do if they weren't there for me. Their kindness, their friendship with me....it's something that I can't let broken down and destroyed. I have to save it from Perseus and anyone that can harm it.

I was the first one to woke in the car with my eyes winking a lot of times to have my vision cleared for good. My arms were around Park and we were both laid down on the seats and we both our clothes on except for our pants as we have redressed ourselves to protect us from the cold as we didn't have any blanket but also in case if someone wanted to know where we were and doesnt found us all naked.

Once I was fully operational, I slowly moved to get back sitting as Park was still asleep, putting her head on my lap as I was starting to get my hair back to normal by making my ponytail.....we didn't go easy that night, I could have feel the car sometimes moving by itself from side to side at some moments....we really did ourselves go away with our own sexual desires and bring the best of ourselves.

"Someone must have spent....an good night." I could hear Park's voice as I was making my ponytail, almost making me jump from my seat at hearing her by surprise.

"Uhm....yeah, it was so damn great !" I exclaimed, proud of it as there will still some scare inside & my voice "I wished that we could have done this in your office."

"Me too." She whispered as she start to redress herself to fully sit again, starting to pull back her pants on. "At least, we have done it in an car." She added, giving an good look as she was doing her moves.

"You're right." I said, having finished my ponytail and ready to pull back my pants until I saw Park's messy hair too. "Uhm, it's....well, can you let me do your ponytail ?" I asked and Park looked at me curious as I never proposed myself to do that with her.

"Why not ?" She smiled at me before she turned her back to me, preparing herself for me to make her own ponytail. "Show me your little fairy fingers again." She added, making me laugh silently before starting to do my work with her hair.

"Park, I was wondering something...." I started 1 minute after I have commencing of making her hair before stopping myself, getting concentrated on her hair. "What's your middle name ?" I asked as I never know of it, like an big mystery to me and the only thing I know that her middle name start with an A.

"Oh, that ?" She sounded surprised by my question. "It stand for Amelia." She finally replied, seeing an smile on her face with the window that was reflecting her face.

"That's beautiful." I expressed, sincere in my voice, loving that name. "It's the name of your mother, right ?" She nodded at me slowly, knowing that I was trying to make her hair.

"There were also the name of my grandmother....she was named Amara." She added to her nodding and I was liking it too, judging at my face with another smile. "But I kept Amelia."

"So, your full name is Helen Amelia Park....very amazing." I breathed as I was finally finished with her hair. "Here you go." I removed my hands from her hair, meaning that I was done with it as she started to look through the mirror of the car.

"Wow, that's so nice from you." She exclaimed, seeing her hair and the ponytail I have made for her. "You really have fairy fingers, darling." She added as she got back on her seat.

"Well, from you, it's so nice too to be complimented." I whispered as I put my hands on her cheek and to sort of get comfortable, she installed herself in the palm of my hand, touching it with her hand too. "I'm proud to have meet the woman we are calling....Helen Amelia Park." I said before I could feel myself leaning close to her for an kiss as she put her arms around me to have me right next to her.

"Me too to have meet Yirina Grigoriev." She told me, giving an smile after we broke the kiss for some air before I could see a little tear on her face that I decided to clean with my left hand. "You know, I wish.....I wished things to have been different."

"I know." I breathed.

"If only....if only all of these shit didn't happened to you, we would have probably met in other circonstances." She snorted, trying to look away from me before I stop her to do so, putting my both hands on her faces.

"Hey." I started, getting on my knees on the backseats next to her. "The most important....is that we're together, right ?" She slowly nodded to me, looking a bit sad and me trying to not think of the brainwashing and everything bad. "You're the only thing, with my friends that is keeping me alive and if you weren't there, I don't know if I would be able to hold on any longer." She smiled at me, her breaths getting better.

"Thank you." She breathed before getting an little kiss on the lips to me and then, put her arms around my shoulders and me doing the same for like 2 minutes before she moved by herself from me. "Well, time for us to go back inside." She then opened the door, looking at me. "And don't forget your pants." She pointed at the seat in front of me, seeing my pants and having forgetten to put them on.

"Oh shit." I moved to grab my pants as she started to laugh before she left me alone in the car to get back inside the house as I pull my pants on and then, I managed to leave the car too, joining her as she was just awaiting for me at the front door. We entered the house, discovering that only Zasha was awake in the living room.

"Hey, Zed !" Me & Park said at the same time, waving at them as they were in the couch right in the sight of the door between the living room and the entrance.

"Oh, hi Yirina and hi Park." They waved at us back, holding an cup of coffee in their right hands. "You didn't sleep in your room ?" They asked, knowing that we didn't do it, having heard us coming back from outside and of course, me & Park blushed from it.

"Uhm, well....Park wanted to show me her birthday present." I replied, embarrased at the idea to say that we just spent an night in the car by having sex. "I really loved it."

"I'm going to make coffee for us." Park told me as a mean to not get further embarassed with me, walking to get to the kitchen as I installed myself in the couch.

"So, how was sleeping ?" I questioned Zasha, them drinking their coffee.

"Quite nice to be honest." They responded, putting their cup of coffee down on the table. "Now that I know that you were still alive and not feeling anymore alone helped me by an lot."

"That's good because I need you to feel better." I expressed, happy to hear that from them and wanting them to forget their loneliness of 3 years even if it will be hard to do. "Don't worry, we're gonna bring Portnova, Dedov & Beans in safety."

"Shit..." They started, looking down and joining their hands together "To say that I left Beans in Moscow."

"Hey, before I left Moscow to save you here, I told Portnova to take care of her....and also Beans to take care of Portnova too." I explained, telling them of my memory of when I learned of their disappearance.  "I'm pretty sure that Beans is safe with her." I added before making an silent laugh and then Park arrived from the kitchen, two cups in hands and giving one to me before sitting down next to me.

"What are you talking about ?" She asked to us.

"About my old cat !" Zasha replied with an smile, causing Park to get very curious.

"Oh, that's sound great." She breathed before looking at me. "I had an cat too in my young, we called it Victory." She continued, making me surprised in the inside as I never heard of it....just that she did have an pony before in her child days.

"Can say that we all love cats here." I proclaimed and we all nodded.

"Are you all seriously talking about cats ?" A familiar voice surprised all of us, discovering Garrett arriving in the living room, yawning and streching his arms. "Hello to everyone by the way."

"Yeah, why we can't ?" Park objected as we could aperceive Greta arriving too in the living room just behind Garrett, same as him too : yawing but now trying to put her hair back to normal.

"What are you talking about ?" She asked us as she didn't hear our conversation and Garrett asking too.

"Cats !" We all decided to replied in unison except for Greta who were an bit stunned and almost jumped from her spot.

"Uhm, okay." She whispered to herself as she decide to install herself on the couch Zasha was on....until she put her eyes on some files on the table....something that even me & Park didn't see at all. "What's this ?"

"Oh that ?" Zasha moved to open the files on that table, revealing to us that it was files about Sonya Kuzmin but also Stone's contacts that we have already disposed off. "It's the work I did the last few days." They showed us the file about Sonya maybe knowing that we have already took care of the contacts. "Sonya is staying at West-Berlin since a lot of days, apparently to serve as an link between Stitch and Stone."

"What's the plan, Zasha ?" I questioned them, taking a closer look to the file, seeing finally the records of this Sonya : relative to Stitch and have joined the Perseus Collective in 1980 thanks to their brother. I kinda say with them, Sonya is staying an mysterious person to me....something linked to Freya.

"Well, I managed to track through some transmissions I have intercepted that Sonya is always making some calls from the same public phonebooth in the Tiergarten neighborhood always in the afternoon." They started, getting up from their seat to walk to an West-Berlin map on the dashboard, putting her finger right at the place Sonya was making the call. "I propose that we follow them until they got to an discreet place and then, we put our hands on them."

"That's sounding quite good." Garrett said, approving Zasha's ideas and I was smiling about it as it was making Zasha welcomed here. "We can start to work on this new mission after I have taken my breakfast."

"Okay." Zasha approved as Greta & Garrett walked to get to the kitchen and them, getting back on their seats taking a deep breath to have found an plan for us and to say, I was happy to find myself work with them again and for an bonus, they're working with me & Park friends.....

"So, Zed....like in the old times sakes !"

[kimlineroom]

Him And I (21+) c. 1

Before yoy read:

WARNINGS: → incest, matter of life and death, multiple smuts, supportive bts, and many more

Summary: Taehyung comes back to Geongchang for a 3 weeks break and to mend the broken relationship with his dear sister. Suddenly this sick, twisted, unknown feeling pops up in his life and he realize... That he's in love with her.

But there's more to it.

Disclaimer: if you don't like this theme of incest, please do not read it. I will not be responsible if you're triggered although in this chapter there's nothing happening between taehyung and the oc. Although, it'd be best if you read the first chapter to understand the story more, just a heads up. All grammar mistakes is mine to blame bc english is not my first language and i am new in tumblr! This is a new experience to me lol. This fic is also cross posted in ao3 btw. Enjoy!

It was on Saturday.

 

  Miu wants to practice her vocals for her performance for the audition but she just feels so lazy and all she wants is to just roll over and sleep. That's exactly what she wants. But it doesn't go as planned.

 

  She ends up eating breakfast at 7 am with her parents and enjoying the morning air. The window is open, and everyone knows how she loves sitting by the window, so no one dares to take that spot from her. She closes her eyes as the breeze hit her face, humming in agreement. Her parents look at her and stifle a laugh. She seems to notice though.

 

  “What?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at their faces who try to stop laughing at her for whatever reason.

 

  She just stays still and looks out the window. How can people laugh at her? It's very confusing. What's so funny about a girl who's sitting on a chair staring out the window? She waits for an answer as she sips her coffee that morning with a hum of approval. Coffee has always been her favourite out of other hot drinks. In a way, it calms her a lot in the morning. An energy booster, too.

 

  Her mother let out a laugh, “Nothing it's just that you stare out the window and your expression when the wind blows on your face is priceless, honey.”

 

  Mrs. Kim said, patting her shoulder and her father's laugh also echoes as he seems to enjoy his wife's statement. What's so funny about that? She asks in her head, puzzled. She continues to stare out and let them laugh at her all they want. She notices the birds flying together in the distant, making her smile. Nature had always influenced her. It's something she can't describe.

 

  There's something about them that calms her, like this coffee. They made her feel all warm inside while she sips her coffee and connects herself with nature. It felt so peaceful and all her troubles would go away for a reason. She remembers when she was a child, she used to run out on an adventure into the woods at the back of their house. They sometimes went camping there (funny, yeah) so she got used to the forest. She knows the trails and all, and she loved listening to nature. The wildflowers, the tall trees. They're all very heart-warming to her.

 

   Her eyes would light up at the mention of camping because she knows her parents would drag her into the forest because that's their camping spot. She would jump in joy if ever they would go out and camp or visit the waterfall or something. She loves them very much and she'd ditch her phone anytime for nature. Maybe that's also one of the reasons why she has little friends in school; that she doesn't socialize much. But it didn't bother her unlike it bothered her parents or her brother. Brother…

 

   Her hands that were on her thighs under the table slowly inch towards her abdomen and wrap around it instantly at the mention of her brother. Why she did it? She doesn't have an answer. It lingers on her stomach for a while, until she snatches them away and put her hands on the table, snapping herself and letting herself resurface into reality. Her parents talked about their jobs. Mrs. Kim is a writer, a not so famous one but good enough in Daegu meanwhile Mr. Kim is an ordinary office worker. They also own a farm at the back of their house, and when things get busy, she's the one handling them. She and her brother but since he's away for work now, so it's only her, not that she's complaining.

 

   Her brother is Kim Taehyung. The Kim Taehyung of BTS. he is 23 years old, and right now, he is on tour in Japan. She looks down into the black coffee, the colour made her uneasy for some reason as she thought about him. 3 weeks he spent his day off with them and 3 days since he returned to his idol job, away from his break at this house. Taehyung. When one would think of him, everyone would say how easy going, thoughtful, and handsome he is. Yes, it's true, but there's more than that. Taehyung is more than that to her.

   She could see her mother taking the newspaper on the table. It's today. Mr.Kim had retrieved them earlier when her mother cooked breakfast.

 

   Her mother turns to her. “Look, it's your brother. The tour is a success as usual.” She says, sipping her coffee and letting Miu grab the newspaper, reading it. Or rather, looking at the headline that has pictures of her brother and his bandmates.

 

    She stares at the now blue-haired man on the stage, a little too long that she doesn't realize how bizarre it would look to other people if they see her, staring at her own brother's picture like this. Creepy. She didn't mean to linger her eyes too long on his recent picture, but she can't help it; she misses him very much. The headline is about the Love Yourself tour that's starting again. The excerpt of it is saying about how BTS had become international and over millions of tickets being sold and clean. They're performing in Nagoya tonight. Nagoya...she always dreams to travel to Nagoya.

 

   “You ok there, buddy?” Her father asks, looking at her with warm, kind eyes.

 

   His face reminded her of her brother. Well, Taehyung is his son after all. Why wouldn't she think of him when she looks at her father? She smiles at him and set aside the newspaper and lean on the table.

 

   “Nothing. It's just that...I miss him.” She said, meant every word.

 

   Everyone knows how close they are. How the two Kim siblings were inseparable until Taehyung chased his dream as an idol that his parents approved of. Taehyung is lucky, he has parents who support him no matter what decision he makes and a sister who loves him no matter what he does. It was hard for her when Taehyung walked out because he's the only friend she ever had; no one, except for her best friend Nayeon could make her feel accepted.

 

   Taehyung is her everything. Her brother, her friend, her companion, her…

 

“No need to be sad, kiddo. He'll come back soon. Besides, three weeks off is kinda long for an idol and I'm sure your time with him before he left for the tour is well spent, right?”

 

   Yeah. It was well spent indeed. She smiled bitterly and nod her head. She looks out the window again, and her eyes scan the small hut that she, Taehyung, and their father built when she was only 7 years old and Taehyung was 11. Her eyes linger on it, remember the day Taehyung gently take care of her, making sure she doesn't get hurt when she's helping while their mother makes them hot chocolate and watch as her family works together in harmony and peace.

 

   It was a peaceful day and it stays attached in her head. How can she forget? It was one of the most precious moments to her. The memory of her and Taehyung. She remembers Taehyung's sweating face as he lifts the woods and helped their father. She remembers how it felt so right to be laughing, to be helping, to be side by side with her brother. True, that she's very close with her brother and she will always be, according to him. Taehyung, even when he lives in Seoul, would always call them every day without fail.

 

   She remembers how Taehyung and herself would hang out at that old hut that they built, lying on the wooden floor and looking at the trees, the breeze pampering their faces. When Taehyung had his weeks off before he left for the tour, he stayed with her there and hang out with her, listening to each other's crackhead culture talks. The way her brother hugged her, the way his head rested on her shoulder lovingly, the I love yous that they delivered to each other…

 

   “Hey, since it's a day off, how about we go somewhere?” Her father says, snapping her out of her daydream.

 

   He's now standing beside her mother, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands as he looks at his wife and his daughter. Her mother seems to be in sync with her husband, so they are waiting for her answer. To be honest, she doesn't mind. Even though she supposed to start her practice for the audition, that usual lazinesslingers in her body. Ever since Taehyung left, her body had been in a lazy state. Why? She gulps, remembering such an event and quickly cast it aside to answer her parents.

 

   “Sure. Where?” She asks lazily, stirring her coffee then sipping them slowly. It's still hot.

 

   Her father thinks for a while, leaning on the counter and think of where their destination would be today. Suddenly, he claps his hands together which resulted in her mother to flinch. Mrs. Kim has always been a scary cat, just like her. They laughed at the woman.

 

   “You scare me!” she screamed, hitting her husband in a playful manner. Perhaps, it has been too hard of a hit because he jumped and let out an “ow.” They all laugh again, and Miu wonders about what would today be like if Taehyung is by their side. By her side. It would've been even more fun. What could he be doing, right now? Miu wonders, her laughter still lingers with them, but it dies as she stares at the black, steaming hot coffee. It's like staring at a hole. A hole in her heart that is.

 

   “As I was saying,” Mr. Kim pause, eyeing his wife in a flirty manner and look at his only daughter with a smile as he continues. “I think it'd be fun to drive off to that favourite waterfall that you love so much. It's only 30 minutes’ drive there.”

 

   He says with a smile as he realizes how much his daughter loves that place and as her eyes lit up with excitement at the mention of the waterfall. Good choice indeed. All her troubles are forgotten at the mention of the waterfall that she loves so much. She stands up, fixing her dress immediately and walk out of the house to their car.

 

   “I'll be waiting in the car. Hurry up!” She ushers them, sprinting to get outside leaving her parents in the kitchen with a smile on their faces.

 

   “Well, let's go.” Mr. Kim said, beaming at Mrs. Kim.