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sansblkgirlfriend · 2 years ago

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Turbulence Ch. II

Syn: Maybe you should've listened to Jade, cause now you've got eyes on you, several pairs. And you might've just snagged up someone elses heart!

Pairing: Mingi x Reader focused, Wooyoung x reader, slight ot8 x reader.

Rating: 18+ Word Count: 3.5k words

Warnings (whooo boii): Bullying, violence, injury, slight mentions of murder, namecalling, poor Mingi be over thinking,

Nsfw: Switch!Mingi, Switch!Reader, making out, fingering, nothing to extreme for this one.

A/n: Okay, So this not to be rude or mean to anyone. But when I change the date that i have, that means something came up and I couldn't upload it the day I want. I am in school so my school work comes first and I am going across seas soon. So please kindly, instead of continuing to ask why the chapter is being pushed back, please be patient with me.

Thank you, enjoy this Chapter <3

T’s: @soobinshouseplant @taehyunscaramelfrappe

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Previous = Next

“You have a date with WHO!?”

Jade yelled as you got yourself ready in the mirror. You left her a note in the room hoping that you would be gone before she got back from class but you moved a bit too slow.

Jade appears in your bathroom doorway, tapping her foot.

“U-um..well Mingi asked me out..”

“Y/n…”

“It’s just mingi-”

“ITS JUST MINGI THATS THE PROBLEM ITS FUCKING MINGI!!”

Jade sighs before snatching your phone. “I’m putting Life 360 on your damn phone.” You took a sigh of relief, you thought she was going to open the message between you and the male.

Mingi was a sweetheart but also such a filthy mess.

Your messages with him were mostly wholesome, him asking where you would like to go, if the two of you should match or not. He was such an adorable little thing.

But if she would’ve kept scrolling she would have found a little more..risky exchange between the two of you.

Mingi Pingi <3: Is it okay for me to say what’s one my mind right now?

You: Yea, what’s going on?

Mingi Pingi: You are really feuling the size kink that i have -w-

This took you by surprise, You were shorter than the male, and you standing beside him did light a little something in you. He was big, big and cute, big and cute and apparently interested in you?

Snatching your phone back from Jade, She pouted at you as you saw she was about to read the messages on screen. “Hey! I wanna know what’s going on between the two of you.”

You rolled your eyes at your friends dramatics. Before walking out to the living room and plopping on the chair.

*ping*

You look at your messages and a blush comes over your face.

Mingi Pingi <3: How do you feel about sex on the first date?

You didn’t know how to respond, I mean, you weren’t against it. It was just sex. But this was Mingi, a member of one of the most feared groups on your school's campus. You really had to make a mark on him and sex would not-

You: I don’t mind it, why you ask?

Against your better knowledge, your lower region did your thinking instead of your head. You sighed thinking that was it on that subject. But nope, not at all.

Mingi Pingi <3: Good..because I can’t stop thinking about you underneath me, it’s been driving me mad. I know this isn’t good because we’ve only known each other for a week. But I feel like we can be something more..

You:...You’re rambling Mingi.

Mingi Pingi<3: Sorry. Also I’m outside your dorm door.

You got up and peeped your head insto Jade’s room. “Jade! I’m heading off!!” Jade rolled over, pausing her anime to smile at you. “Okay! Please let me know when you get back. I’ll try to stay up.”

“Don’t! I have my key babes, but I'll let you know when I come back!”

Jade waved bye to you. You walked up to the door, opening it to see Mingi standing there, his face flushed and a single rose in his hand.

“Hi”

Mingi placed his hand out and you grabbed it, closing the door behind you. The two of you made small talk, Mingi was taking you to a small cafe near the school, a simple spot for the first date. Even though Mingi was freaking out on the inside.

He didn’t want to tell you that he already bought you a gift and that he had the night planned out in several different ways. Preparing himself for the good the bad and the worst. God he was praying that it didn’t go worst. He really liked you and Seonghwa already said he was on thin ice.

“Mingi?..Mingi!..” The male blinked. Looking down to see your worried expression.

“You okay? We’ve been here for a while?” He gave you a soft smile before nodding and pulling you inside.

The cafe owner must have seen Mingi a lot because as soon as the male came in he smiled at you. “Your usual area is ready Mingi!” “Thank You Mr. Minho!” You smiled at Mingi’s little awkwardness. It’s nice to see him outside of a school setting. He seems to be enjoying himself right next to you.

The two of you sat down in the booth, instead of sitting across from you he decided to sit next to you. Mingi places a hand on top of yours and smiles at you. “I ordered you three cakes, they’re all really good!” He says as the three small cakes were placed in front of you. It was three little bundt cakes, all three different flavors. You sat up happily as the male beside you handed you a spoon.

You pick one and start digging in, you face lighting up with glee as the taste hits your tongue. “Oh my god! These are so good~” You chime out, earning a huge gummy smile from Mingi. “I’m glad, I was nervous about bringing you here, I didn't know if you’d like cake or not and my friends told me not to overdo it on the first date. But i wanted to make-”

You shush him by shoving a spoonful of the cake in his mouth. He looked shocked but it immediately turned into a look of love. Mingi was smitten, and he hated that.

Not because you were a bad person, it was because he knew what happens everytime he fell in love.

This wasn’t his first time bringing a girl here, and the last one hurt his heart so bad.

Her name was Jae-Hwa, Kim Jae-Hwa, and you reminded him so much of her. She was so interested in him, she did all the things right. Helping him with work from class, staying with him during lunch, even spending the night in his dorm room just cuddling.

He thought he was truly in love and that he didn’t have to go through this process again, but she ended up betraying him. She only wanted his friends. Not him. Now Mingi didn’t mind sharing with his friends as he called it. But she completely ditched him for the others, Hongjoong to be exact, and when Mingi brought it up, he was just brushed up at first.

He was just being jealous and needy, that's all, she still loved him.

But it turned out to be the complete opposite. He was completely abandoned, his heart shattering into tons of pieces. And he was afraid to bring back up to his hyungs. So he confided in Jongho and Wooyoung, the two youngest of the group. He told them how she moved all her stuff out his room, how all the polaroids and pictures they had taken together had vanished and ended up in the trash.

Or how he openly heard her bragging to her friends during lunch. Her words still sting til’ this day.

“How’s you and Mingi?”

“Pfft Him? Please. He was just a mere step stool to get to the others, he’s too childish for me, i need someone like Hwa and Joong~”

“He’s too much of a needy little bitch anyways. But I have to keep him around to stay in good terms with the group.”

Once the oldest 4 of the group found out what happened, it was on and popping. Seonghwa and Hongjoong wanted heads on platters as Yunho tried to console his broken hearted friend.

So when he felt himself gaining those same feelings for you, it was only natural for his friends to be weary, but looking at you, he knew you weren’t going to do that.

He wasn’t going to allow you to do that to him.

“Mingi!”

He snapped out of it feeling a hand on his face. “H-huh?..”

“You were crying..Are you sure you’re okay?” You asked with a concerned look. Mingi had just gone silent after having the cake shoved into his mouth, you at first got worried that he didn’t like that but then realized the heavy tears that were falling down his face. It spooked you but you had to snap him out of it.

“I-i’m fine..is it okay if we go back to my dorm? I can understand if you don’t want to..I kinda ruined our date by crying..” He looked down and you sighed before leaning over to place a light peck on his cheek.

He froze as his face slowly heated up, the blush dusting across his entire face as he quickly got up out the booth. You chuckled at him before reaching for his hand as you exited the booth.

The two of you stayed silent on the walk back to the dorm. Mingi kept looking down at your hands connected together. He tried to get that stuff off his mind but he just couldn’t

What if you really were like those other girls that use him to get to the others?

He probably couldn’t take it and would probably snap on you. But he doesn’t want that at all, it was too much of a mess the last time it happened and Hwa was on his ass about staining the floor with blood.

The two of you reached the large dorm, Mingi stayed on the first floor with his friends. He had a single room that was nice and spacious because of it.

As soon as he opened his dorm door you took off and hopped onto his bed, seeing the many different stuffed animals on it. “Mingi! Imma steal some of these! They are so cute!”

Mingi smiled at you and followed you over to the bed, climbing up onto it too. “I can let you have one..” He ended up trapping you between his arms. You froze as you were now face to face with the male, and looking up close you realized Mingi had on makeup as well, making him look even more handsome. The two of you stayed in silence before you decided to make the first move.

Wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Mingi’s eyes widened before fluttering shut. His lips moved against yours in a slow motion, a soft whimper leaving his mouth as you pulled him closer to you.

Mingi felt as if his heart was about to burst, he felt as if he was on cloud nine. Your lips were so soft and you smelt so damned good to him, it was intoxicating. Mingi wiggled his way between your legs, slowly grinding down against you. You let out a soft moan, your mouth hanging open slightly. That gave Mingi an opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, he let out a deep groan.

You pull away slowly, catching your breath, but Mingi continues kissing your face and down your neck, nibbling and biting. You whimpered out as his lips attacked the sensitive part of your neck, “M-mingi…f-fuck..” You moaned out. Mingi continued, sucking on that one spot until it bruised enough to his liking. He smirked against your skin before sitting up.

“You sounded nice moaning my name..” He said softly and you giggled softly. “I did?..” You asked teasingly and he nodded. Mingi leaned down to place another kiss on your lips, which you willingly accepted.

You felt Mingi’s hand slip underneath your dress, dancing over your clothed sex. You whimpered as he finally put some pressure against it. Mingi slipped his hand into your panties before teasingly rubbing your sex, You let out a small cry of pleasure as he slipped two fingers into you. You held onto Mingi as his fingers started at a steady pace. Mingi placed kisses on your face as he thrusted his fingers in. Mingi made sure that his long, thick fingers reached as far as they could, he wanted to hear those cute little moans that he heard.

“You’re so fucking cute..you know..” He mumbled against your cheek, his fingers speeding up. You moaned out as you wiggle in his grip. This feeling was new, and it was amazing. You cried out his name as his hand brushes against your clit. “M-mingi..i-i” The male shushed You as he fucked you with his fingers.

The sounds of your wet cunt was filling the room, Mingi let out a groan as he felt you clench around his fingers. “G-go ahead..cum around my fingers..please cum on my fingers..” He begged and those words were enough to send you over the edge. You arched your back slightly as Mingi placed his lips on yours, taking in all of your moans and whimpers.

Mingi’s pace slowed until he pulled his fingers out, wet and soaking in your juices. You watched as Mingi brings his two fingers to his lips and place them in his mouth, licking them clean.

You blushed after Mingi placed a kiss on your cheeks as he snuggled up beside you. You smiled softly as you scooted closer to him.

You felt safe in Mingi’s arms.

Unlike what was waiting for you when you got back to school.

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You felt eyes on you as you walked into school holding Mingi’s hand. You had let Jade know you stayed with Mingi and reluctantly she wished you well and a good night. But now you felt like everyone was judging you.

Mingi dropped you off at your morning class with a kiss on the cheek and a smile, “I’ll see you in the band room later, Princess!” He says waving to you. You waved back and walked in the classroom as he walked away.

Going to sit in the room, you ended up being pushed out of your seat onto the hard floor. “Ow what the fuck!?”

“Yeah what the fuck are you doing with my man!?”

You looked up to see the infamous trio of girls, with Ga-Yeon looking down at you with a disgusted look. “Wait. You’re the same one who left him at lunch.” You said earning you a smack across the face,

“Shut your fucking mouth whore. That doesn’t mean shit. Mingi is mine. The rest of those boys are mine! So you better watch your fucking back!” She yelled at you.. Her two lackeys jacked you up and made you face her.

Ga-Yeon smirked before taking her knee and kneeing you in the stomach, twice. You cried out in pain as she forced you to look at her, she then took a pen and scratched your face with it, smirking as her crew threw you to the floor.

“You listen well. You fucking whore. Just because Mingi likes you doesn’t mean shit. He’s still mine and I will not hesitate to have something done to you.” She spat at you. You groaned in pain as they walked away from you.

“Oh and by the way, loser. Class got canceled. You would’ve known that if we weren't whoring.”

The door slammed and you were left on the floor in pain, your hand shakingly reached for your bag. You searched for your phone and got to the group chat. The boys had all dropped their numbers in the chat, and you definitely didn’t want to call Mingi because you didn’t want to face him right now.

Were you just really another plaything while he got over being mad at Ga-Yeon? He did mention her slightly but you didn’t know.

You sigh and click on one of the numbers and put it up to your ear. You waited till it rang a couple of times, the pain in your pain sending a spark through you.

“Y/n? I thought you knew we didn’t have class today?”

Fuck. It was Seonghwa.

“Just..help..” You croaked out and You could hear the shuffling of him exiting the band room and several “What’s wrong?” ringing in the background.

You dropped your phone, not hearing the worried voice of the mama of the friend group.

Seonghwa cursed as he rushed to the class, he could tell in your voice that you were hurt and the last thing he needed was you being hurt. Because you being hurt would send Mingi into a flurry and he does not need to deal with that this semester,

Kicking open the door Seonghwa ran in and saw you on the ground holding your stomach, the scar on your face now forming into a whelp. He ran over and scooped you up into his arms.

“Joong!! Joong!! “ He called out, not getting a response from the male.

“For the love of San’s dimples HONGJOONG BRING YOUR ALL IN HERE!!”

Rapid footsteps could be heard, multiple, which made Hwa curse to himself.

“Fuck, fuck..Y/n what happened?” “Ga..Ga-Yeon…Mingi’s hers..” You mumbled out as the male raised off the ground with you in his arms. Seonghwa couldn’t really graped what you were trying to say but you just stayed silent as the other ran in.

“Princess!!” You hear Mingi call out, running up to Hwa to snatch you from his arms. Mingi looked down at you seeing the scar on your pretty face. “Princess who did this?..Who did it to you?..”

“Mingi calm down-”

“NO! I want her to tell me what happened!!!”

“Mingi we can just figure out by the cameras to see who-”

“NO!!”

Mingi held you closely in his arms as Jade ran into the classroom, “I came quick! Now what the hell happened Seonghwa!?” Jade barked at the Pink haired boy. He raised his hands up.

“It wasn’t any of us, she called me in distress, not wanting to upset Mingi, Cause you know how he gets it..”

Jade looked over at Mingi carrying you out the door and to the health office.

Jade sighed, “Was it Ga-Yeon?” Seonghwa nodded and Yeosang groaned. He hadn’t spoken up much, “Please. I told Seonghwa to let me get rid of her when she fucking tried to get at Mingi the first time!” The dark haired male scowled.

Jade shook her head. “I don’t need to bail you out again. This will be the third time and we don’t need it. “ Yeosang groans. And as much as she wanted You to stay away from them, she’s friends with some of them. She’s gonna have to play dirty in order to get back at the bitches who did it to you.

“Yeo, Me, you and Jongho are on stake out duty. We watch Y/n get to class.” Jade states. Yeosang nods and Jongho only makes noise of agreement.

This was going to be hell, because they already woke up the beast. And the rest of the crew had to tread lightly in order to prevent anything else from happening.

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Over the next few days, Mingi walked you to class. Make sure you have someone to walk you from class and back to the dorm.

You on the other hand were now afraid. As with the protection, the group who harassed you the first time now were plotting your downfall.

You saw them everywhere you went, but luckily Mingi was with you. If not Mingi, it was San and Wooyoung.

This time it was Wooyoung by yourself that you were with when you were approached by Raina. She was just as much of a bitch as Ga-Yeon and she was bestfriends with the missing Jae-Hwa.

“Not you having a little chihuahua as your guard.”

“What do you want, Raina.” Wooyoung cut her off, standing infront of you. Raina smirked, and you wished that her next words didn’t come out her mouth.

“Me? Afraid of a little sissy boy like you! No wonder Yuki doesn’t want you!” Wooyoung froze in place. You watched as Raina snickered at him.

“Yuki wants a real man like your bestfriend! What’s his name? Yeosang? Or maybe it was San? Anyways it doesn’t matter because it’s anyone but you!”

You felt anger bubbled up in you and before you knew it you had punched her square in the face, sending her back on her ass.

Wooyoung gasped and she cried out in pain. “What the fuck!”

“You keep their names out of your mouth! Fuck your friends and fuck what they think about Wooyoung!” You yelled before snatching Wooyoung's hand and walked past the bitch as she sat in pain.

You got far enough away before sighing. “That was well deserved.” Wooyoung chuckled as he leaned against the wall. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“Please. It’s the least I can do for you all to help me out, besides, I can stick up for myself, they caught me at the wrong time the first time.”

Wooyoung laughed as he watched you go to class, “hey, Y/n?” You turned to him with a smile, “Yea Woo?” The male smiled back at you.

“Thank you..”

You giggled and waved to him “Your welcome! See you in the band room!”

Wooyoung nodded as you disappeared into the classroom.

He slid down the wall cursing to himself, there was a blush on his cheeks and he felt butterflies in his stomach.

He think he just fell for you.

“MINGGGGIIIII WE GOTTA HAVE A TALK!!!!”

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infitsovermisfits · 2 years ago

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(SMUT) Tiny Swords Part 3 - Eddie Munson x (afab) Reader

info: I also wanted to give a personal headcannon that Eddie is pan/bi if u couldn't tell (/srs). I know the whole hanky code thing, i saw it all over tiktok but b r o plz... he.. I.. he... i... yeah. Pansexual so we can all enjoy him together as a community <3 i love sharing my fictional boyfriend with all the thousand of u <3 HAHAHAHHAHA /j /lh ENJOY MORE SMUT LADS

This is a smut chapter- if you're under the age of 18 please don't read it. Be safe on the internet ok?

AN: I wanted to finish this asap because I have a flight to catch tomorrow and won't be working on anything over the weekend ;P i'm also going to catch up on sleep and pack and stuff so i wrote this as fast as my tiny small little fingers could type unhhhhh. I have a few ideas for more fics but they will come out a little later :p love u all <3

((as a side note (i am writing this while still working on the fic w no ending yet) i was thinking of making a part 4 with the... the handcuffs O.O that we all collectively saw in the set design in his room.... Would u guys want to read some bondage porn? :p now that I finished, idk if or when I will write this :p ily all!!))

WARNINGS: reader is 18+ please, reader uses they/them pronouns but has female bodily autonomy, oral (male receiving), cum play, soft core porn, condom/safe sex practiced, marking kink, biting kink, licking kink, riding, cockwarming, whimpering/beggging/crying, overwhelming/overstimulation, brief mentions of previous bad sexual experiences/harrassment, fluff and smut, mentions of blood (I may have missed some stuff ;P)

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Finally, you had Eddie right where you wanted him: under you and whimpering. His hands had been pushed above his head, pinned loosely in place as you kissed his neck lovingly, occasionally biting and sucking on his skin as he had done yours. He'd squeeze your fingers occasionally, but mostly you were enchanted by his moans and groans, along with the pleasant, deep vibrations against your buzzing lips.

He always found it so difficult being quiet with you- by now, you knew exactly how to make him crumble beneath you, you just found it more difficult being patient. The noises he'd make caused your hips to grind harder against his now growing hard-on, causing your patience to wither faster. Your brain was stuck fighting itself between slowing down and just skipping straight to the sex,

"Jesus fucking Christ," He swore, letting out a sigh and pulling you out of your head. You smiled, pulling off his neck and grinning at the marks you left in your wake. They'd get darker eventually- you doubted they'd rival any of the marks covering your upper body, but it was still something. You smirked at him, sitting back on his lap. Where you'd been slowly rubbing yourself against his dick and relishing in the feeling of it hardening beneath you, you now slowed, causing him to open his heavy eyes and gaze at you, "Fuck, you look so..." The words failed on his tongue and he only let out a sigh with a large grin, hands quickly finding the sides of your bare thighs and squeezing them lovingly. You grinned, leaning forward to kiss him, hands pressing against his chest to feel his thudding heartbeat against your palm,

"So?" You teased against his lips,

"Beautiful," He whispered, one of his hands touching the side of your neck now and pressing on one of the marks. With a small chuckle at your moan, you bit down on his bottom lip and kissed him hungrily. He shifted so he was sat up, hands wrapping around your middle, and moved one of his legs so you'd be leaning against it. One of his hands fell to your hip, helping start your hips' slow movements against his and moaning into your mouth.

It all felt so good. Too good to stop or even think about stopping. But you wanted to see him fall apart first. Desperately. Sure you had 'all the time in the world', but there was something about hearing your name come out in a whimper from his lips that filled you with so much desire... And it was the only thing on your mind.

Eventually, you pulled away from him wetly and shifted in his lap. You laughed to yourself as he attempted to kiss you again, moving his head after you, then pouted as you moved off him completely, situating yourself next to him on the bed,

"Why'd-" He began, eyes growing wide as you undid the zipper of his jeans agonisingly slow, before pulling them down. He shifted around to help you, then audibly swallowed, leaning his hands back on the bed to watch you intently. In the light of your table lamp, he appeared illuminated before you. You smiled lustfully,

"I want to hear you whimper and beg for me, Eddie," You hissed, and grinned as his eyes fell shut again, your name escaping his lips in the form of a sigh. You pressed a kiss to his chest, just below his nipple, then to his stomach before helping him out of his underwear, "I want you..." You trailed a hand to stroke up his thigh, close to his dick, then back down again, "...To beg," You said, grinning at the whine that escaped his lips, your hand just skimming over his skin, causing him to shiver in anticipation, "For me," You finished, letting your tongue roll out of your mouth and lick a long stripe up the shaft of his dick, following a protruding vein,

"Oh, fuck," He hissed, watching you for a moment before putting his hands over his eyes and letting his head sink back into the pillows on your bed. With a grin, you flicked his tip with your tongue, letting the salty taste of his precum coat your tongue, before pulling back and pressing a kiss to his slit. Taking hold of the bottom of the shaft, you began to stroke up and down, before opening your mouth and taking the whole tip in your mouth again. The noises that emitted from him were sinful, and only made you want to keep going.

Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked gently, earning groans and a pleasant shiver from him. You began working him, stroking your hand up and down while your mouth focused on the tip. Licking and sucking, at first, earned you shaky sighs of your name, and when he made eye contact with you, you gave a playful wink, then moved your head lower on him.

"Oh God," He hissed out at the sight, reaching his hands down to your face, touching your hollowed cheeks, before moving his hands against your cheekbones and pulling the hair getting caught in the way away from you. With delicate fingers, he held it out of the way for you as you bobbed your head up and down on his dick in a steadily increasing rhythm,

"Jesus fucking Christ," Eddie moaned out, bucking his hips slightly as he fucked himself into your open mouth. Spit and drool ran down your lips and over his hard dick, then onto your hand and over his hips, "If you keep doing that, I'll cum," He managed to warn you, breathing hard,

"Then cum," You encouraged, moving away from his cock to speak and grinning at him as he whined from the sudden loss of contact. You quickly increased the up and down movement of your hand and stuck your tongue out near his tip, grinning as he moaned loudly, beginning to pant, his hips bucking into your hand eagerly,

"Fucking- shit-" He cursed, beginning to whimper your name as your lips wrapped around the tip and you sucked him off eagerly, flicking your tongue over the slit, "Please, please," He whimpered between groans, and you could feel him swelling in your hand. He came suddenly, and you bobbed your head up and down at the same consistent speed, the room quickly filling with his cries and deep moans of pleasure laced with your name. His salty cum coated your tongue, and you swallowed, glancing up to see his abdomen constricting. You grinned around his cock, continuing to suck him off, swallowing around his dick as you took more of him in your mouth. At this point, your lips grazed your hand, now just gently squeezing the base of his cock as you let your mouth and throat do the work.

You didn't stop until his legs were shaking, and his whimpers turned to desperate cries. You felt one of his hands pressing against your face, managing to capture your chin and pushing you up so your lips detached themselves, "Jesus Christ- Oh My God..." He breathed, and you grinned as you watched him heaving in deep breaths. You were a mess yourself; drool gliding over your lips and hitting your sheets. You managed to whipe your mouth on the back of your hand, looking at him. Your mouth was still glistening in the soft light. To Eddie, you looked angelic,

"It's only me, Eddie," You reminded, "Not Jesus," You said playfully. He gave a low hum, letting himself relax into the pillows. You grinned as you observed him for a moment, before glancing down at your hand still wrapped around him. Giving him a lazy stroke from the base up to the tip, you squeezed any remaining droplets of cum from his cock head and earned yourself a pleasant whimper, "You liked that huh...?" You asked, watching him with hooded eyes,

"Liked...?" He breathed, and you let yourself laugh. Bless him; he was so dazed and fucked out below you, he was barely able to formulate a sentence. At the sound of your humoured response, he grinned, "Fuck. You were latched on like a leech," He breathed out, bare chest rising and falling rapidly next to you, moving his arms behind his head,

"I like hearing you whimper," You grinned, and watched as he sighed, shutting his eyes momentarily, open mouth fixing itself into a smile. From the corner of your eye, you noticed his now limp cock twitch at your words, and you felt your cheeks redden. You reached out to gently wipe a tear from his face with your thumb as you saw it shimmering in the low light, "Damn. So good you're crying?" You asked, intent on sounding amused but coming off more surprised and touched,

"Best head of my life, sweetheart," He murmured, and you found yourself surprised as he grabbed onto your arm, pulling himself forward and kissing you deeply, tongue quickly finding yours. You moaned into his mouth, gasping slightly as one of his hands slid down between your thighs quickly,

"Holy shit, you're so wet again," He marvelled, pulling his hand away to show you his glistening fingers,

"Yeah," You breathed, thankful for the dark light managing to hide your red face,

"Damn," He sighed, kissing you again, "You get that wet from sucking me off?" Shyly, you nodded, to which he only grinned, "My love," He hummed, kissing you deeply. He managed to coax you to lay down now, so that he was on top, and you moaned into his mouth feeling a hand trail back down so he could play with your clit. He bit your bottom lip, causing you to let out a small laugh,

"The biting again," You teased playfully, pulling back to look at his eyes with a smirk. Quickly, you let out another moan at the sensation of his hand between your legs traveling further South and teasing your eager hole,

"Too much?" He asked, finding his mouth at the base of your throat, pressing delicate, feather-like kisses to your thin, reddened skin,

"Not enough, baby" You breathed, and sighed happily at the feeling of him smirking against your skin. He bit down on your skin gently, enough to make you grab his hair, pull it gently, and wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer. Suddenly, before he surprised you: he licked a stripe up your neck, flattening his tongue so your left it. The warmth of his muscle, putting just enough pressure that your felt the welcoming tingling of the myriad of hickeys dotting your neck, followed quickly by the cooling of the saliva now covering your throat made your eyes flutter closed and your pussy clench around his fingers, "Fuck," you shivered, sighing contently and feeling him playfully bite at your bottom lip. You opened your eyes at that, just so you could swat his shoulder,

"Not enough biting, hmm?" He pulled off you, shifting off the bed and moving to his bag on the floor. With a quizzical look, you sat up to watch him shuffling around his back set at the bottom of your bed. You settled back into your pillows and watched him curiously, only to smirk, rolling your eyes at the condom you faintly saw him remove. Shifting up to look again, you raised your brows,

"You're really prepared for dooms day here, Eddie," You laughed, considering the multitude of colourful packets that he dropped back into his bag. Relaxing into the fluff below your back and head, he quickly rolled it on and found himself on top of you again, kissing you happily,

"Five days," He hummed, and you got lost in the heated kiss until your felt one of his hands impatiently travelling up your thigh to touch your pussy. Eddie swiped his fingers over your clit in a gentle, yet firm, motion, causing you to moan out loud into his mouth. Your cries were eagerly swallowed by his mouth and gentle chuckles, though you quickly remembered you didn't have to be quiet. You just remembered your parents and siblings were gone. You didn't have to be quiet like usual- the fear of an awkward conversation that following morning was gone. And once you realised you could be loud, you were loud.

Eddie'd be yours for five days- well four now. But you weren't paying attention too much to the time right now- preoccupied with other things. There was something inside you that made your heart swell at the thought that he'd be there in the morning, holding you close to him and not having to jump out of the window and scale the side of your house like he sometimes had to.

Maybe you'd wake up at the same time... Just the thought of waking up to Eddie wrapped around you, perhaps already hard, and fucking into you slowly in the morning to the sounds of the birds outside and in the warm glow of the morning sun made your walls eagerly flutter around his fingers that had slipped inside you.

There was also chance you'd just fuck all night, go down and drink some coffee... And maybe fuck on the kitchen counters again,

"Shit-" He pulled out of you quickly, leaving you pouting and whining attempting to grab his glistening hand. He looked up to his fingers- still clad with his rings- newly wet and sticky with your arousal. With a blush, you watched him as he looked down at you with a loving grin, "You're so wet, my love," He hummed, kissing you gently,

"I just love you a lot," You hummed, snapping out of your daze. This was about him- he wanted you on top. Moving, you gave him a gentle push so he'd lay back in the pillows. As he lay back, you quickly discarded your soaked underwear and threw them across your room, as well as removing the 'Hellfire' shirt. He watched you with a grin, eyes flicking between your face and bare breasts. Before he could reach for you, you were quickly leaning forward and grabbing his hand licking your own arousal from his fingers,

"Jesus H. Christ-" He gasped, mouth falling agape at your obscene performance. You smirked around his fingers, playfully moving your head down so your mouth stretched to accommodate around them, making him groan out your name, "F-Fuck," he hissed, his eyes widening as you gave a slight choke from how deep his fingers were curling in your throat. You quickly lifted your head up and shaking out your hair, "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly, moving his other hand to touch your hair and move it out of your face,

"Uhuh," You smiled, glancing down at his dick, wrapped and waiting for you, hard again. Biting your lip, you eagerly grabbed a hold of him causing him hiss your name. You swiped your fingers over the fine material, careful your nails didn't cause any tears. You trailed your hand down his shaft to grip the base. With a small groan, he sat up, taking hold of your wrist, making you look at him confused,

"Hey," He said softly, sitting up and moving his head so he'd filled your field of vision, "Not so fast, alright?" He said with a reassuring smile, and you nodded, "You doing okay?" He asked, and watched you nod again,

"Yeah, I just-"

"Hold on," He said, shifting beneath you as if he wanted to get up. You quickly moved off him and watched as he grabbed the cassette he had placed on your bedside table, placing it into the radio player in your room and letting the music consume the quiet space. You realised you were breathing heavily, and you allowed yourself a moment to calm down, shifting to grab some water from the side and taking an eager sip,

"Good," He praised. You glanced up at him, watching him tower over you as he moved back to sit on the bed, beginning to gently stroke your hair, setting it behind your shoulders. Your lips smile around the neck of the bottle, "Let's go slow, okay?" He murmured, placing his lips against your neck and giving you gentle kisses. It relieved you so much that when you lost your way and gave in to your horny desires, he was there to grab you and pull you back to Earth before you could float off. Your eyes fell shut as he did so, and a sigh escaped your lips as you finished drinking. You tapped the cool plastic against his shoulder, and with a smile watched as he drank the water too. Eddie handed it back to you, you closed it, and threw it off your bed with a small thunk. Quickly,you moved back on top of his lap, straddling his legs.

Eddie quickly kissed you, tongue seeking yours out once more. His hands cupped your face and moving hair out of the way for you, tucking it behind your ears. His lips were slow, and loving, reminding you you weren't just fucking- he wanted to make love to you and you wanted to love him too. You allowed him to set the pace: this was intimate and caring. You had all the time in the world to devote to each other. To show the other how much you cared. He had already shown you; now it was his turn,

"Lay back for me, baby," You murmured against his lips, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. He let out a low hum as you pulled away. For a moment you just looked at each other, before letting out small laughs. Eddie lay back as you asked him to, shuffling playfully to get comfortable as you rolled your eyes. Impatiently, you crawled over him, situating yourself on his thighs and glancing down. You took hold of his dick again, earning a delighted hum,

"You want to be on top, babe?" He clarified for you, and you looked at him with a nod, grinning at his wide eyes. He smiled, kissing you gently and letting his hands trail down to your waist, gripping your ass, "Let me help you, sweetheart," You shivered slightly at the term of endearment, and murmured a 'thanks'. Your mind quickly blocked out all other thoughts, hyperfocusing only on Eddie, his dick, and your drenched pussy.

As you'd done before, you carefully hovered over him and guided his cock to your pussy. Gently, you swiped his tip against your pulsing clit, grinning at the sensation and humming in unison with him at the contact, creating a pleasant harmony that quickly got drowned out by whatever song was playing now. Your mouth fell open into an 'o' shape as you lowered yourself down his shaft until he bottomed out inside you. You gasped as he moaned, squeezing your ass and hips gently before leaning forward to latch himself onto one of your breasts.

You moaned obscenely loudly, breathing shakily as you grew accustomed to the feeling of being completely full by him. You shivered at the sensation, breathing heavily and letting your head fall back, and your eyes shut closed. Neither of you moved, besides Eddie licking and sucking your breasts, or just pressing gentle kisses around them to your tender skin. Your hands found themselves in his hair, scratching at his scalp and earning pleasant hums against your body. You felt electric and energised, and it felt too good to move,

"Mmmh," He hummed, playfully biting down on your nipple before pulling off you entirely and pressing a kiss to your exposed throat, earning a deep hum from you, "You plan on staying like this for long, babe?" You felt him smile against your skin, and you moved your head to look at him. He once again shifted the hair from your face behind your ears, holding on to a few strands and letting them fall between his fingers,

"You always do that, Eddie," You pointed out affectionately, smiling at his confused expression,

"Do what?" He asked,

"You're always pushing my hair back, babe," You clarified out, doing the same to him and letting your fingertips skim over his rough cheek, trailing over the darkening marks on his neck. He hummed, taking your hand in his and moving it to his lips to press a firm kiss to your fingertips, before setting it over his heart. Your eyes widened at how fast it was beating,

"I like looking at you, my love," He grinned at the way your eyes darkened, and your lip trembled. As your eyes welled with tears, he kissed your cheek gently, quickly whipping them from your face, "You alright?" He asked gently, and you quickly nodded,

"Yeah- just..." You sighed. All the guys you'd been with before would never be this gentle, patient, or caring with you. Usually, they'd forcefully push into you deeper- mouth or pussy- never caring for your feelings of pleasure or if you were having a good time as well. You realised in the seven months that you'd been dating Eddie, that he had never once been forceful with you, always gentle and loving when it came to intimacy like this. And even if you told him you didn't mind him being rougher with his touches, he'd always check in with you or apologise if he went too rough and senced your discomfort. He was just so... Perfect. At reading you, and understanding that sometimes, when he was this sweet, it overwhelmed you. Even a thing as small as pushing your hair out of your face so he could gaze at you clearly, and yet it was enough to make you emotional. With a sniffle, you quickly smiled brightly as he whipped another tear rolling down your cheek, "Eddie, I just really fucking love you," You expressed honestly, eyes lighting up as he grinned at you,

"Oh?" He teased, "You do?" He asked, and as you eagerly nodded, he moved a hand back to your cheek to bring your head down. He gently pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then the front of your forehead, then to your nose, and finally, a gentle kiss on your plush lips, "I really fucking love you too, baby," he sighed, touching his head to yours and grinning. You kissed again, then again, and as it grew heated, your hips began undulating against his again. You'd forgotten he was already sheathed inside you, causing the two of you to let out your respectful moans and hisses of pleasure.

Quickly breaking the kiss, you looked to where your bodies were conjoined, and as Eddie lightly squeezed your hips, you began to move your body: slowly up, then slowly back down. Your sighs mixed with each other, warm breaths fanning over one another's faces. You moved your arms around his neck, letting your nails back and shoulders as you moaned, movements gradually speeding up,

"Fuck- you feel-" He breathed against your ear, turning his head to press his lips against your radiant skin, latching his lips against your skin with a warm wet kiss, "You feel so warm and good," He sighed, helping you as you moved by guiding your hips up and down,

"Good?" You breathed with a grin, allowing your head to fall back and focusing on the delightful feeling of him buried so deep within you, hitting that same spot over and over again, sending waves of pleasure coarsing through your entire body,

"Heavenly, my love," He growled, hips moving in sync with yours at the leisurely, yet ravishing pace. Lips were gliding along tender flesh- on your neck, breathing your name followed by countless praises muttered into your skin. You moaned, in turn, his name, letting it tumble off of your tongue and into the electric air surrounding your bodies. He once again bit into your neck, causing your body to jerk against his.

He only held on to you tighter, pulling you forward into him more and biting down into your skin harder until your squeaked and pulled his hair. He let go of your skin, soft groans escaping his lips as he sought out your lips, smiling against your mouth. You could taste a faint metallic flavour when your tongues met, but the realisation quickly escaped your mind as Eddie gave a particularly hard thrust upwards, shocking you pleasantly,

"Fuck!" You exclaimed, gasping and glancing down at your bodies, trailing one of your hands down his chest and scratching him, while you let your other hand dig and claw into his back, scracthing his skin so it was bright red, "Eddie, dear God-" You moaned again, quickly muffled by his mouth. He hummed against your buzzing, swollen lips,

"You-" He breathed into your lips, teeth gently biting at your bottom lip and making you grin as your hips moved harder again his, "Christ, babe," He moaned your name again as you shifted your angle so you could ride him better. He was reaching deeper than you'd ever felt him, and you gasped as your eyes rolled back into your skull, a high pitched moan escaping your lips, "Your earrings too... Mmm," He hummed, and you felt him against your neck, kissing around the bruises,

"Eddie I'm s-" You could barely speak, your speech slurred as your moaning turned to cry out incoherent moans. And when you felt him reach a hand down to rub your clit,

"You're close," He finished, and you could only respond with a moan. His lips felt divine against you skin, "You're so close," He urged on, "I can feel you... Cum for me, baby- shit," your legs began to shake against him. The walls of your pussy fluttered, then contracted, squeezing him. The two of you came almost in unison. And for a moments, you swore you saw stars zooming through your vision as you gripped on to each other tightly, terrified of flying away or somehow loosing this incredible high. Quickly, your noises were reduced to desperate moaning and groaning into one another's ears.

You let your hips move against him much more lazily now as you came down off the high. You both breathed heavily, letting out the occasional soft noise until you stilled completely against him to be able to fully comprehend... This. How good you felt. How loved you felt. How, for a moment, it really was just you and Eddie together in this world.

Your body shook slightly and you let out soft, shuddering breaths against him. You were leaning the side of your head against his, and you could feel him breathing just as hard as you were, body rising and falling at a similar pace as you. You smiled, reaching a hand up to play with his hair as your eyes fell shut.

If you could, you'd stay like this with him for as long as time would allow you, just absorbing one another's presence and slowly melting into one being. Eddie's hands had moved to gently caress your bare back, fingers dancing over your shoulder blades and the kinks and grooves of your upper spine, making you shiver more against him, your skin peppering with gooseflesh. You weren't cold though, and he could feel it. He was hot as a furnace, and you didn't want to let go of him just yet,

"Hey," He coaxed gently, making your heavy head droop slightly as he pulled back to look at you. His hand quickly sought out your cheek, fingers touching the bottom of your chin and helping lift your head so you'd be able to look at him. He whispered your name; then spoke it; then pressed his thumb to your lips, "You didn't fall asleep, did you?" He asked. You heard the smile in his tone and your own lips curled up. He drew out your name playfully, and you let out a breathy chuckle. He now touched the corner of your eye and you managed to get your eyes to open heavily to see what he wanted, "There you are, my love," You smiled at him, humming and leaning forward to kiss him tenderly,

"Enjoy that?" You hummed, pulling away to set your forehead to his,

"More than enjoyed, believe me, sweetheart," He said, kissing your cheek, then lips a few times, "Mmmh, you have no idea how much I love you," He murmured, pulling away to lean back against the pillows and headboard. Your eyes blinked open slowly. You could feel his legs supporting your back, allowing you to rest your back against them. He kept his hands on your arms, touching your elbows delicately, "How are you feeling?" He asked, caressing your skin,

"Very, very good, Eddie," You hummed, swallowing the saliva that had been pooling in your mouth to avoid drooling over him,

"Glad to hear it, baby," He hummed, and you faintly saw the twinkle of his rings in the lamp light as he moved a hand to brush hair out of your face, "You planning on staying up there long?" He asked playfully, and you laughed,

"Yeah, I come here often," You grinned, and he laughed, sitting back up to capture your lips in his, hands trailing to your neck and keeping you there momentarily. Your own hands came to rest on his arms and trailed up them, finding and taking his hands in yours. He moved his legs so they were outstretched. He pulled away to look up at you, eyes shining brightly with love and adoration, and a warm smile permanently fixed to his lips. He was far more awake than you at the moment. You on the other hand felt like passing out. You let your eyes droop closed heavily,

"My love," He murmured, causing you to open one eye and look at him. He was merely watching, unmoving as you let out a yawn. Finally, he shifted bellow you,

"Oh, God, let me-" You struggled to move, wincing at the stiffness you felt in your legs at first, but then sighing as you moved off his lap and stood off the bed, never once letting go of his hand. You had to go to the bathroom down the hall to wash yourself clean. He grabbed his toothbrush and told you to go on, and that he'd join you soon. You stumbled to the bathroom, considering your legs still hurt, and squinted in the near darkness of the hall. Soon, you found the door, yelping at the sudden bright fluorescent light that filled the room when you pulled the drawstring light to turn it on. After your eyes adjusted, you glanced around the area, blinking still tiredly, before focusing on yourself in the mirror.

The first thing that drew your attention was the multiple dark bruises on your neck and chest, and all you could do was laugh at the image of yourself. Your unruly hair made you look like a cave creature that had been dragged through the Hawkins Forest and back. And the bruises... Oh, God... Was that blood? You hissed as you touched your tender, aching neck and smiled, as you ran the pads of your fingers over the indentations. Dry flakes of blood came off on your fingers and you snickered,

"What's funny- Oh God...!" You heard Eddie, only now seeing him reflected behind you in the mirror, looking very concerned as he gathered the hair from your back and moved it over your shoulder, "Shit- you're bleeding!" He said, a frown crossing his face, causing his brows to knit together in worry,

"I knew you were a vampire, Eddie," You teased nonchalantly, looking at him in the mirror and putting your hands on your sore, bruised hips. He moved behind you, hands moving to your stomach and hugging you from behind, watching your reflection with a pout as their hands came to rest upon his,

"I didn't mean to bite so hard..." He said, kissing the top of your head. How could you even be mad at him? He looked so apologetic, the wide eyes flicking between open and closed gazing down at you in the mirror,

"Eddie, it's okay," You reassured him, hands moving over his fingers before squeezing them reassuringly, running your fingers over his rings. His eyes met yours in the mirror as you slowly began swaying to the muffled music from your room, "I don't mind," You said, "The bite mark. Maybe it'll be a cool scar?" You said, tilting your head so you could look at the real Eddie, and not his reflection. He was frowning softly, and my God he looked beautiful when he frowned.

The light behind him illuminated his mane of hair, making him look like a holy figure of sorts, rather than the devilish metalhead he usually was. It amused you, and you reached a hand up to touch his cheek. He sighed, letting his eyes close at your touch. He tilted his head to press a delicate kiss against your palm, before covering your hand with his and keeping it there,

"Sorry," He said softly, and you just shook your head, indicating to him he didn't need to. You turned your head, moving out of his arms but keeping a firm hold on his hand and pulling him towards the shower. Considering how tired you were, he simply helped wash your body and instructed you to wait for him out there and to wrap yourself in a towel. You were slowly coming back to your usual self, but your mind was still clouded with the merry euphoria you experienced together mere minutes ago in your bed, along with a sleepy daze that left a fog over all your memories. Did you even remember your name...? You sighed, pulling a large fluffy towel over yourself and brushing your teeth in the mirror. He quickly joined you, standing next to you with a towel around his hips and body and hair still wet from the shower. You briefly watched each other in the mirror, smiling like idiots until you were finished in the bathroom, before returned back to your bedroom, fingers intertwining.

You'd moved under the covers after he had given you one of his shirts. One of your favourite things was to wear his clothes; it allowed you to feel physically closer and that your favourite thing to do is... inhaling his scent. This specific Led Zeppelin shirt of his was your favourite, and it smelled faintly like weed, smoke and some cheap cologne- are all these tropes written down correctly.

Tiredly, you opened your eyes, watching Eddie as he fiddled with the radio player. He was now wearing boxers, and you watched his back muscles flex as he stretched his arms above his head. He turned then, wet hair no longer as poofy as it was when he arrived this morning and hanging down, framing his face in loose curls. His bangs were much curlier, being shorter than the rest of his 'mane'. He looked so beautiful, you felt your heart speed up a little at the sight of him,

"Admiring the goods, hmm??" He hummed, playfully flexing his arms as you laughed lazily. He moved over to you with his usual swagger, then bent down to press a kiss against your temple, "Good?" He checked in,

"Warm," You confirmed with a nod,

"Need anything?" He offered. He had made sure you drank plenty of water right after you got off of him and he had slipped out. He held the water bottle up for you as your arms were too shaky and weak to support the plastic, at first. He had removed your sword earrings, delicately setting them on the bedside table so you could wear them again tomorrow. He'd surely remember. He also forced you to finish the rest of those apple slices, which had, by the end of your intimate night, oxidised and turned brown. You had used the bathroom, and then you had showered together, and he had even helped you dress. You greatly appreciated it, but now you only wanted-

"Need you, Eds," You sighed, stretching out your sore limbs tomorrow and rubbing your bare legs together under the covers. With a warm smile, he nodded,

"Gimmie a sec," He said, sitting on the side of the bed. You reached over to place a hand on his bare knee, letting your nails dance along his skin, leaving thin white lines in their wake. You flicked your eyes from his skin to the way he twisted off his rings, flexing his fingers as he set his jewellery next to yours. The only thing he didn't remove was his necklace. He then looked at you, taking your hand in his and pressing a tender kiss to the backs of your fingers, "My love," He said in a delicate tone that made your heart speed up and butterflies to flutter in your stomach,

"My love," You repeated, smiling wider at how his eyes widened with surprise, and crinkled in the corners as his gaze quickly filled with love for you. He pressed his lips to yours in a tender kiss; you could feel all the emotion being poured into the kiss, and you sighed against his mouth, fingers skimming over his cheek as you pulled away, "Now come here," You said after a moment, playfully patting his cheek and shifting under the covers to make room for him on your large bed.

With an eager grin, he slid close to you, throwing the covers over his nearly nude body and pulling you up against his chest, arms circling your waist and slipping under your shirt to touch your back and bare skin. Your hands wrapped around him too, and you made a small noise of surprise as he pulled you on top of his chest,

"Eddie," You murmured against his chest, blinking tiredly as you set your chin on his chest, smiling,

"Yes, sweetheart?" He asked, lifting his brows. You murmured something, laying your cheek back against him and shutting your eyes, "What was that?" He brushed your hair out of your face gently,

"I always liked being on top of you," You said, and you grinned as you felt him chuckle beneath you,

"Knew it," He said playfully, and you smiled against his skin. One of his hands found yours, squeezing it again, then kissing it, "I like you on top of me too," He admitted in a whisper, lovingly watching as you hummed, and promptly fell asleep on top of him...

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things season four #stranger things 4 spoilers #st4 #stranger things spoilers #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #joe quinn #joesph quinn

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tumbleweedtech · 3 years ago

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Book Coën

Apparently preferring to write Coën as not-a-wolf-witcher is racist. You know, the wolf witchers who raped sex workers. The wolf witchers who feed their dead to wolves. Yeah, uh. No. I can and will always prefer Book Coën. I am not against Yasen Atour, his sweet smile was adorable. The potential for disability rep is there, but ignored by Netflix. (See my previous post on his heterochromia.) But I'm seeing discussion that there's... "nothing" in the books about Coën.

Coën had to have been known to the wolves, because Geralt doesn't say "Who?" When told Coën is wintering with them, even though we're told this is the first time. Has a short, black beard, pox scars, sickly eyes. Same age as Lambert. He comes from the north, from Poviss. He defends Ciri's skill, that she's praticed for 6 months. He encourages her:

He's upset over not realizing Ciri can't train on her period, but tbh, I read this as him making fun of Triss here. As afterwards when Vesemir says that Ciri in a dress means no training, Coën looks at him "entirely devoid of respect". Damn straight, Coën. Most people can exercise on their period just fine. He does school his face when talking to Triss later, which is notable- it means his disrespectful glare at Vesemir was a pointed choice.

Coën is patient, playing slappy hands, which we've all pretty much enjoyed. Netflix uses "snaps", which, I'm not sure what that's supposed to be. Slappy hands is a game I grew up with too, and it does teach you to be quick with your hands. Something very useful for Ciri to learn. He also lets her win, which is cute. He carries her around piggyback.

Coën is the first witcher Triss ever heard laugh.

Note at this point: Triss had known Geralt long enough to be... jealous of him and Yennefer. She has known Vesemir for a long time, referred to him as grandfather. Sapko is pointing out, very deliberately, Coën being different than the other witchers. This is also the moment you find out about his prophesized death. And moving on:

Book Coën doesn't just train Ciri, but explains how and why. He tells her what he could do, what she could do, and why her hesitation puts her in danger. We saw none of this in Netflix, he just. Stood there. Tells her plaintively she's done. He does smile at a joke, later- I suppose this could lend a tiny nod to them being friendly enough to joke, but it's... no where near his dedication to helping train and raise her in the books. Ciri asked him who the best fencers in the world were, and he doesn't know. But he knows where they are. In Cemetaries. It's a flippant joke, but an important one. He's teaching her to fight to stay alive, not to fight for reknown. Fighting will take you one place. Something book Coën knows. (Woe, Brenna.) It's eminently practical of him, and he's later bored and yawning at Triss telling them all the continent's gossip. He's young as Lambert, and following the 'neutrality' of witchers, are really only thinking about following behind the war to clean up the monsters left behind by the war. To them? The world is always falling into ruin, because they're the ones left cleaning up the mess. In fact, Eskel asks Triss about the continent south of the Yaruga, asking if it was worth them daring to go that far south. Lambert declares he'll go "to the far south", to clear up these monsters post-war. Far south! That's only at the tip of the Nilfgaardian empire. There's something to be said that Geralt dies in Rivia, Coën dies in Brenna... all far south- implied farther than they usually ever go. And then- Ciri has a vision of him, dying in Brenna.

She loves Coën. Like an uncle, of sorts- these men were her family, they loved and trained and supported her. She was devastated by this vision. Her memories of Kaer Morhen were of her family, of love, and safety and care. Coën was part of this.

Coën volunteered in a war, in a land not his own, defending people not his own. Noble, kind, friendly, gentle. But yeah, sure. Netflix is the only character building information we have.

#Coën

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noyasboxdye · 3 years ago

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Notes: Welcome to the first day of kinktober this doesn't have a lot of knife play bc i don't really know how to write for it but i tried my best :)

Word Count: 2,016

Pairing: Tendou Satori x Male! Reader

Warnings: Yandere themes, home invasion(?), knife play, CNC (?), death threats, praise, oral sex (reader receiving), power bottom tendou.

Tendou Satori loved you. He thought you knew. You obviously didn't thought with the way you were hugging and laughing with Ushijima. To be fair though he hadn't confessed. But you still should've known! After all the things he's done for you he can't believe you would betray him like this.

Going out to coffee with him and alone at that! Something could've happened to you. He could've hurt you and he still could. But you were to naive. He couldn't blame you honestly nor could he get mad. For several reasons the main one being that he cared to much. The other being that you couldn't help it after all you were just cute little y/n.

So when he'd saw you in that coffee shop with Ushijima letting him touch you like that he'd decided to do something. He had to do something bigger to let you know you were his. Obviously being a gentleman along with the occasional flirting wasn't doing that. How could you know though because once again you were naive.

He'd just have to come on a little stronger. He couldn't do that now thought you both had class. And his class was out of your way so he'd just have to wait till you got home. Oh he was so excited! The day dragged on for the both of you. He couldn't stop thinking about how excited you'd be to see him. He'd decided to wait until you got home to coming in.

You'd gotten home from school hanging your coat in the closet setting your bag down on the table and going into your room. Getting undress and wrapping your towel around yourself taking your soaps into the bathroom. Turning the shower water on and putting your shower cap on. Getting in the shower and sitting under the water.

Your muscles relaxing under the hot water. Allowing yourself to calm down. Tendou on the other hand was tense. He was here now! He couldn't figure out how to get in though. He didn't want to set off your alarm and have you possibly hear him. But he couldn't think of another way in. Your window might work but they were usually closed and he couldn't go through the front.

The neighbours could see and call the cops. Your room window should work though. You usually sleep with them open because sleeping in the cold with the heat on is easier. Going to the side of the house and seeing that the window he climbed onto of the patio table. Climbing his way into the window. Peaking into the bathroom to make sure you were in the shower. Seeing that you were in the shower.

"Perfect they're getting all clean for me." he thinks sneaking past the door as quietly as he can before making his way into the kitchen. Grabbing a (bigger) knife. He was hoping he wouldn't have to use it. He was hoping you would be just excited to see him here as he was you. Because he knew you loved him and you knew he loved you. You just didn't think straight sometimes.

A perfect example would be this morning before class. You went on a little coffee date with Ushijima. You loved him he just had to remind you of how much you did. And he would do just that. He would make sure that you never forgot about either of your love ever again. Going back into your bedroom. Taking off all of his outer wear.

Cleaning himself up a bit wiping himself off and fixing his disheveled shirt. Making himself comfortable on the bed patiently waiting for you to come in. Trying to decide what to say, how to say it, and when. He knew you'd be a little startled by him coming unannounced but you'd also be delighted. After all who wouldn't be delighted to see their love surprise them at home.

Especially after a stressful day at school. It was a while before you'd finally got back into your room and when you did you were definitely surprised. He'd just been sitting there trying to explain himself. While you were yelling at him to get out.

He'd sounded like a mad man to you and to make matters worse he had a knife near him! You'd started hitting and kicking after he grabbed you. Pushing him off of you and running to the bed so that you could grab the knife. But he'd gotten a hold of you and the knife first. He never thought he would have to but he pinned you down and pressed the knife to your throat.

Pushing your hands above your head and into the mattress before putting his thigh in between your legs against your groin. You'd whimpered a bit and prayed that he didn't hear you but he did. A smile grew at the noise you let out. You'd sounded so heavenly. Like music to his ears!

He wanted- no needed to hear more. He had to hear more of those pretty little sounds again. And louder. He wanted to hear you say his name in that way. He had to hear it. He'd do anything he could to hear it again. So he did it again. He pressed his knee into your groin. Another whimper falling from your lips as he pressed into you.

You didn't know if it was because of the pressure or the fact that he had a knife to your throat that was making you feel this way and you hated it. But you loved it as well. The thought of your life being in such danger made your stomach curl. It made you crave him. You unconsciously grind into his thigh as you think about the situation more. More whimpers and now moans leaving you.

Leaning down Tendou kissed you lifting the knife from your throat. Setting it down on your bed and kissing his way down to your neck. Sucking and nipping at the skin. You wrap your arms around him as he makes his way down your neck. Taking your shirt off and immediately finding his way back to you lips and neck.

Kissing down towards your chest. Grazing his hand against your nipple testing the waters. His stomach did flips as he heard you whimper his name. He'd dreamed about this on numerous occasions and he always knew what to do when he'd done it with other people. But now that he'd actually had you in his grasp, and was doing these things with you he didn't know what to do.

You were so perfect with the way you grabbed at the nape of his neck toying with the little hairs, softly moaning his name in his ear, and wrapping your legs around his. He needed more though, he needed to be in you. And with the way you grinder your hips against him you were practically begging him to fuck you. And who was he to deny you a good fucking?

If you wanted to be fucked that's what you would get. Kissing his way back up your body he removes his lips sitting up before taking off his shirt and removing his pants. He'd never been more eager for something in his life! "Tendou- baby please." you moan reaching out for him pulling him back down to you stroking his cock through his boxers.

He let out a deep groan at the feeling. Pulling him self away once again to pull your pants down, dragging your boxers down with them. Throwing them in a random corner of the room and forgetting about them as he strokes your cock. "mmm- Tendou- fuck... please." you say your back arching off of the bed slightly. "Nuhuh you got to tell me what you want hun alright...? Use your big boy words baby." he says as he rests his head back into the crook of your neck, sucking and biting on the skin.

He smiled at the sight. His hand moving faster making you stutter out even more nonsense than before. "Fu- fuck me-! Tendou please fuck me." you say getting impatient, humping at the air as if it'll give you the relief you need. "Good boy! Using your big boy words for daddy!" he says smiling at you. You moaned at his words.

Finally he stood up grabbing the lube out of his jacket pocket and pouring a generous amount onto his hand before strolling your dick once again. Making sure that your dick was wet enough. Straddling your lap and lifting his hips he slowly sunk himself down on your length. A series of moans leaving past his lips as he reached the base, slowly grinding against you as he waiting for himself to get used to your length.

Slowly bouncing on you as he pinched and twisted at your nipples. High pitched moans coming from you as you begged him to go faster, trying to thrust your hips up to meet him. You reached over at nothing his head following your hand as he bounced on your dick. "Oh can't have you getting to this now came we darling?" he says tauntingly as he rolling his hips making a point to grind down harder and fit more of you into him.

You felt him squeeze at the base of your cock and it made you go wild. "Fuc- Tendou! Please!" you moan. He rolled his hips as he bent down to kiss you. You were becoming so desperate for him. You'd try and fuck up into him but every time you tried he'd just press the knife into your neck.

"Mm~ I guess I can give you what you want... just use your big boy words for me baby? Please?" he says sucking on your chest. "Fuc- fuck me! Please- please fuck me." you say. A smile pulls at the ends of his lips as he kisses your forehead resuming his previous pace. "Mh-m shit! You feel so good." you moan.

He rested his hand on your chest while the other held onto the knife, applying pressure to your neck with it every few minutes. "Mm- daddy 'm gonna cum~" you say gripping onto the bedsheets your knuckles going white. "No you aren't baby. You're going to hold it for daddy like a good slut aren't you?

Wouldn't want the knife to slip and cut up your throat now would we..?" he says pressing the cold metal further into your warmer skin. Chills going down your spine, and your cock twitching inside of him at the idea. "N- no sir." you whined as he fucked himself onto you again. "Good boy." he says.

Dragging himself up and down on your length as moans fell from his lips. Throwing his head back as he came to a full stop whimpering as his cock twitched beads of precum leaking from the tip. "Fuck~" he moans softly as he starts bouncing again. Not noticing that the knife was starting to pierce your skin tiny beads of blood making their way to the surface of your neck.

The euphoric feeling of your warm thick length in him while he listened to your pretty little whimpers and moans had him on cloud nine. "Mmpf- fuck i'm gonna cum!" you exclaim. "Ye- yeah me too- fUck~!" he moans as you fuck yourself up into him his movements coming to a halt as his hand grips at your skin dragging his nails down your chest as he throws his head back, his warm seed spilling all over your stomach.

"Daddy- daddy please, please let me cum!" you beg tears pricking your eyes. Getting off of you and immediately going down to put your dick in his mouth. Sucking on the tip while he uses his hands to get to the rest of you. "Fuck fuck fuck-" you say cutting yourself off as you cum. Tendou hums softly smiling to himself as he swallows your cum, licking any extra off of you to make sure it doesn't go to waist.

#noyas.works #haikyuu !!#haikyuu smut #haikyuu tendou #tendou satori #tendou smut #tendou x male reader #tendou x reader #tendou x y/n #tendou x you #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you

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thinking-about-writing-mm · 3 years ago

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Chapter 5.1

Title: Those Evil Ways

Pairing: OT7 x Y/N (female reader)

Genre: supernatural au, medical, fluff, angst, smut, war

Word count: 3.100 ~

Characters: Demons!BTS, human reader (with special abilities later in the story)

Warnings: pinning, pure filth, inappropriate touches, Dom!JK, possessive behaviour, dirty talk, slight S/M dynamics, fingering, cum play/swallowing, begging, Y/N gets teary but in a good way, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, don’t be ridiculous), squirting, overstimulation, angst– if I have missed something please send a pigeon 😅❤️

Summary: Y/N is a third year medical student going through life like others do. On one unfortunate night she gets in unexpected contact with otherworldly beings who drag her into their world of violence, war and fight for power.

Author’s notes: To all of you who read this - thank you once more ❤️ I decided to give you this addition to the previous chapter. It’s a bit short but for obvious reasons. Enjoy 😊

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The idea of being outside was good by itself. Far from nosy guests, hidden from prying eyes and away from gossip. A good idea.

Now though when Y/N was alone with Jungkook her mind started racing. What was going to happen now? Was he going to be a gentleman and walk quietly or be a beast and devour her whole? Or maybe he was going to give her the cold and cool behaviour of a person with a huge ego?

She was waiting patiently for whatever was coming her way.

The path leading to the gazebo was lit with pretty colourful lamps. The hedges were perfectly trimmed and the flower beds still had droplets on them from the morning when the gardeners had watered them.

"Do you like it?" Jungkook asked while looking forward.

"Yes. It's really nice, they are taking good care of the place." Y/N answered mindlessly. That part of the land was her favourite - amongst the greenery and the sounds of nature. It was so different from England. Yes they had beautiful nature, a lot of forests, green fields and parks but this here hit differently. It was more potent and vibrat. This also came from the fact that the student spent most of her time in the hospitals and the campus closed between four walls - constantly over the books or working on a case with her professors.

Even though it was tiring she was beginning to miss it.

"Do you think I will be able to go home?" Y/N asked after a while. She missed the way Mammon's sharp face contorted in a painful expression. So in the end the thought of going away was still on her mind.

"You should ask Agares about it. He can take care of it" which in his mind meant I hope he refuses over some stupid pretence. It was hard on the human body to travel between the two worlds - exhausting and draining. Jungkook knew for a fact that after a while side-effects were beginning to appear. For the demons it was… oh. The demons. THE DEMONS. Maybe she could do it after all?

"Whatever. Let's enjoy the time I have here while it lasts" Y/N smiled and looked around. Warm night even though it was supposedly November back in Lancashire.

They reached the stairs leading to the gazebo and Jungkook hurried onward. Getting to the top he extended a hand to Y/N with a sly smile. "Can I help you up, princess?"

She giggled and took the King's hand. "So gentlemanly of you, Your Highness."

The moment she began climbing up the horned demon reached out and swept her off her feet spinning the girl around bridal style. She squealed and wrapped her arms tightly around Jungkook's neck, hiding her face in the process.

He stopped after a few seconds and looked down at her. Their gazes met and without even realising it the kiss that followed gave the beginning of a huge chaos that no one would anticipate.

Hastily the man reached the bench at the end of the construction and put Y/N there. Kneeling down his hands reached for her bare thighs and pushed up the skirt. Looking up for consent Jungkook saw the disheveled look on the young woman's face. Her lips were red and moist and those eyes… her eyes made him lose his mind. They were glazed over, the colour had gotten a shade darker and the lids were half closed. Lust and desire were written all over Y/N's features.

"Do you want this pretty girl?" Jungkook's voice was raspy and low. He was so close to the breaking point.

"Mmm…" she hummed in response. The man frowned.

"I need to hear it. I might be a demon but-"

"Yes! Yes! Take me… you left me in such a state the other night with Jimin that I literally…" she whined. The neediness. Jungkook could sense it before even tasting it.

His lips stretched over his perfect teeth. "Then I did a good job then." He was getting cocky again. "Let me ask one last question - demon shift or human?"

It was Y/N's turn to smile now. She was almost sober now but the pheromones he emitted made her thoughts even filthier. "Demon…" the girl purred and slid closer, opening her legs wider and pressing herself to his strong chest.

Slowly their faces inched closer and she touched the golden chains on Mammon's horns. "I find those scary and at the same time they're turning me on." With her free hand she guided his closer to the wet spot forming on her panties.

"Nasty…" the demon's jaw clenched tightly, exhaling through his nose. "I like it."

Without averting his eyes Jungkook set the plan in motion. Wanting to prolong the moment the tips of his fingers ran very softly over Y/N's clothed core. It made the girl shiver and mewl quietly. He repeated the action again and again going up and down, dampening the piece of clothing even more. Her arousal smelled so sweet that it could make his mind burst.

On the surface though the King seemed perfectly composed and calm.

With the same expressionless face he pressed his thumb to Y/N's clit.

"Mmmmh… oh god. Do it again!" Another shiver. Her head fell back. Jungkook smiled and did the same - teasing with the tips then harshly pressing and swiping the thumb. Each time the girl's body trembled - he craved to repeat the action once more so the demon could feel it.

"You know" he began saying while keeping a close watch on Y/N's facial expressions "I've been with many women but you…" he exhaled heavily. She looked down through lidded eyes, slight irritation beginning to appear.

"I don't want to know about you escapades Jungkook." The tone was colder and the demon rushed to explain before the moment was ruined.

"What I mean" the man lifted himself up and now their faces were in perfect line "is that you make me feel so different. I want to do all the things possible with you. To you" with the last word he slid his fingers under the girl's panties, teasing the skin. "The moment I laid eyes on you I craved you. I wanted to devour you. You can't imagine what you do to me."

Y/N graced him with a giddy smile. She was feeling so wanted, so desired. A moan ripped from her red lips that made Jungkook shift ever so slightly when feeling her arousal. "Tell me more and touch me, my King."

Ah. The young woman knew how to play this game. Mammon felt how his words were getting her riled up and continued. "I've been staying away from the sexual adventures that my fellow demons do. It's been more than a few years now."

His fingers crept lower and found Y/N's clit immediately. Hard shiver rocked her body. The expectation of the touch, the tension got the girl keening. "Jungkook…" his name sounded so nice, whispered by her. "Jungkook. Touch me more" she went on.

The ministrations on the sensitive spot continued, picking up speed. "You made me burn again. It's not only the sexual desire. I want to rule beside you" the demon felt his soul so naked. He wanted to bare himself to her and die in the light.

Y/N grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a kiss once more. The knot in her belly was tightening more and more. The kiss deepened and her hips began rolling instinctively. "More… more. Yes..." the girl mewled softly. Her head was spinning. "I'm going to cum, please let me cum."

"Call my name again Y/N" the man growled feeling his erection straining against the fabric of the tight leather pants.

"Jungkook, my King… Jungkook" she repeated like the name was a saving grace. Mammon's jaw clenched painfully. He craved to be inside of her and feel the tightening of her walls around him.

"Cum for me Y/N. I allow you to" he said in such a domineering voice that made her tremble with lust. Then with a final moan Jungkook felt how the young woman's body spasmed one last time before the orgasm hit her.

A broken cry ripped from her throat and the girl's fists clenched around the fabric of the demon's collar. "Jungkook…" he was thankful that he wasn't a normal guy, a human.

Feeling her slowly coming down from the high, the demon slid his fingers further touching the wetness that was dripping down. "Look at me," he demanded. Y/N's eyes slowly opened. The way the King slowly licked his fingers made the woman bite her lip, wanting more. "I love this look on you. You look so mine. You smell like me and I sense the arousal that's mine. Mine" his muscles tensed and Y/N slid her hands down Jungkook's arms.

"Fuck me, my King. Give me all you can" the provocative tone made him snap.

"Until you can't even say your name. I enjoy your impatience" with that Mammon unbuttoned his pants and pushed the girl's panties to the side. Lining himself up with her entrance, their eyes met. He was so restless, craving more.

Mammon pushed forward and the movement was so natural and easy. The stretch made Y/N whine loudly while Jungkook breathed out, finally getting to know how good it was to be inside of this beautiful creature. "So soft and warm for me" he whispered.

The demon began thrusting tortuously slowly. Y/N grabbed his shoulders for support and pulled him closer. "Don't be a tease" she said through harsh breaths. Jungkook smirked and paused for a second before snapping his hips hard.

"Impatient brat" he did it again and again.

"Mmmmh…" the moans were telling the man what he did was right and then he picked up speed, feeling the tightening of Y/N's soft walls around him.

"You like it rough, my little princess?" She was unable to answer coherently so instead just nodded. "That's what I thought."

A new idea came to the King's mind. He slowed down a bit and then easily picked the young woman up. Her eyes flew open and gave him a questioning look. Without wasting time he sat in her place and carefully placed Y/N on his throbbing cock. Another thing he did was to rip her panties without a care. The scandalised gasp coming from her didn't bother him the slightest.

"Come on. Ride me. Show me how good you look spread on my dick" Jungkook's gaze lingered on the girl's chest. His hands crept up and pulled the fabric down then those sinful lips closed around the left nipple.

Y/N grabbed the King's black locks and whined when his teeth sunk into the skin. Her hips began rolling instinctively looking for stimulation. "That's it" he held her close while she did her thing. Bouncing up and down then grinding back and forth on him - it was getting her closer to the edge. "You look so pretty…" inhale "...getting yourself… off on me." Mammon's fingers got lower and lower until they grabbed the soft cheeks of Y/N's ass, spreading them open. "But I want to have even more fun" the white of his eyes vanished, being replaced by blackness. The demon couldn't control his shift anymore. The girl felt a finger teasing her other entrance while she was fucking herself on the demon's dick. The digit began prodding and pressing and eager to be filled up she pushed down on it while squeezing tightly around Jungkook like a vice.

"Mmm… you want it. Such a good girl" using the wetness that had spread he slipped his finger in.

"Oh my!" She gasped and began bouncing on him once more. Fastly getting used to the intrusion Y/N whispered "One more please. Put one more finger."

Jungkook bit his lip and complied, adding the middle finger. It was getting close to impossible to hold back so the demon took the initiative and when Y/N began getting tired he happily helped her. Thrusting and holding the girl close he groaned and latched to her sensitive nipples.

"Don't stop," she cried, feeling the tingling sensation growing stronger.. "Please… please."

The desperate moans made Jungkook smile sadistically. "What do you want, princess? What are you begging for?" The man littered her chest with kitty licks, never stopping his ministrations.

"Please let me cum… please my King" so pathetic and needy. The demon loved it. The chains on his horns jingled in unison with the movements.

"Beg me and never stop until I say you can get done." The snapping of his hips became bruisingly hard. "Don't you dare cum before I give you permission."

"Please! I beg you, let me finish…" Y/N never stopped even though she felt like it was impossible to go on. "I can't hold on anymore" the woman cried and hot tears rolled down her cheeks. "Please my King, please."

Mammon's fingers curled in her and at that moment her whole being felt like exploding. The stimulation was too much…

He was enjoying it far too much to stop but he had to. Never taking his eyes off of her the man ordered "Cum for me. Now."

With one more roll something snapped inside of her. The orgasm was so overwhelming that Y/N's ears began ringing. Moaning and kissing Mammon's soft lips she rode off her high feeling the wetness that continued to spill out and over the demon's thighs.

"Give. Me. More" the words were chopped off and harsh.

"I can't, it's too much" Y/N mewled and buried her face in his shoulder. The overstimulation began settling in incredibly fast.

"You say you can't but your body thinks differently. The way you rub onto me, it's addictive."

A few more thrusts were needed and Y/N came again, squirting once more. A scream tore the silence of the night before her body crashed with Jungkook's. She was shaking and breathing heavily, completely spent and unable to move.

Jungkook needed release. Carefully lifting Y/N off of him he told her "Kneel down and open your mouth wide."

Helping her to do what he asked she looked up at the man. Those were eyes full of bliss and adoration. Mammon's cold heart produced a bruising beat that got him confused. Why does she have such an effect on me?

With his left hand he grabbed a fistful of hair and with the other he began touching himself. The demon felt close to his orgasm in a matter of seconds. "Look at me, open wide, tongue out." Simple short demands that got Y/N keening and whining. Her own liquids were still dripping on the ground. The King could smell the girl's arousal and libido skyrocketing again.

A moment later his seed spilled out over her pretty red lips and in Y/N's mouth.

She looked like those cute girls from the anime that seemed innocent but in reality were dirty and provocative.

"Swallow." She did it and looked so proud when opened up again to show that it was gone. "Good girl. Come on princess, we have to clean up and go back to the event." With that Jungkook lifted the woman up bridal-style and turned to go back but then…

"That was a good fuck" a soft voice reached the two. The shadow that appeared looked like…

"Jimin. I'm glad you enjoyed it" the voice of Jungkook lacked the previous warmth. He climbed down the stairs and holding Y/N close stood face to face with the King of the South.

"You ran out so you can have her all for yourself." The fake offence made Mammon laugh.

"Yeah. So what? The princess was my present as far as I remember. You should remember the rules we set a long time ago." With that he turned and began walking again.

Jimin felt hurt and jealous. He couldn't understand how it was possible to be jealous of two people and… ugh. In his head everything was a total mess. The things he was doing and saying always came out in the wrong way.

He was mad that Jungkook's mind was completely occupied with this girl and he was spending less time with his closest person. Also Aamon was pissed because the King of the North was keeping the girl only for himself and didn't let anyone spend time with Y/N if he was not present. He wanted to get to know her too, she was intriguing.

Jimin wanted to separate Jungkook and Y/N and keep them apart so he could spend time with the two however he wanted and interact with them without restrictions. He missed his friend the most…

"You're selfish!" The silver-haired demon shouted after them.

"That's the point! We're demons!" Jungkook shouted back while laughing. Fucking hell.

Another person appeared behind Jimin. "I told you what was going on and yet you didn't believe me. You had to see for yourself."

"Of course. I never stop second-guessing everything."

"Don't doubt it." Yoongi got next to Jimin, the two never making eye contact.

"Don't you feel this disgusting sticky feeling of jealousy?" The King asked, his tone completely flat.

"Oh I do" Yoongi laughed bitterly. It was the truth. "The thing is that if I try to stop her I will definitely lose the battle. I will learn how to share her attention with whomever needed…" it was the first time that Aamon looked at the cat-eyed demon. Disbelief was written all over his face. "No actually… it's only you six that I'm willing to compromise with. We were brothers once and somewhere deep down I believe we still are. What's done is done but the seven of us were one long ago." The words were devoid of emotion. It was just Baal stating facts. "I trust Y/N and cherish her. I can't lose to all of you. I hate you even more now" he locked eyes with Jimin and the glass-like surface looked like an electric impulse passed under it. "After taking this girl away from me and gifting her to Mammon. Disgusting. But after all like he said earlier - we're demons. Those ugly emotions are part of us. We're not made to be happy and nice."

Without waiting for a reply Yoongi began walking back to the palace. There was nothing more to be said. There was this burning question in his head though: Should I hate her too for giving in to the temptation?

Chapter 5 / Chapter 6

Masterlist

#those evil ways #chapter 5.1 #bts fanfction #bts smut #bts angst #bts fluff #jimin #jungkook #suga #namjoon #taehyung #jung hoseok #jin #bts demon au #bts x reader #ot7 #bts #min yoongi #jungkook smut

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icequeenbae · 4 years ago

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Girl, I’m Your Catnip (m) | BBH

Pairing: wolf!Baekhyun x caracal!Reader

Hybrid AU, slice of life, some fluff, PWP, smut

Warnings: altered mental state (in a way?), Baek snapped, rough sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, knotting, cross-breeding?

Word Count: ~3.4k

Summary: You’d been pretty stressed at work lately, so your boyfriend decided to bring something special to help you unwind.

Author’s note: I’m back with... Catnip. Seriously. I’m not even a cat person 😅 This was something quick and out of the blue. But I really enjoy hybrid aus, and this is definitely not the first or the last one I’ve written… It’s quite different from my other stories so far (pls read the warnings). Expect minimal plot (minimal… for me) and lots of feral sex unconventional stress relief lmao P.S. Thanks to @baekshoney for being quick at reading through when I come at her with these, even when they’re out of her comfort zone <3

It’d been weeks since you came home early enough to really hang out with Baekhyun. The closing phase of your project lasted longer than anticipated, and it was taking a great toll on you, both physically and mentally. Working long hours was one thing, but the atmosphere was not the greatest either. A couple cutthroat colleagues kept compromising the team’s integrity, creating additional stress for the hardworking and meticulous people like you. There was literally no time to deal with the internal drama while you had a deadline approaching fast.

Luckily enough, your significant other was most understanding during this time. Running you a bubble bath to soak in for twenty minutes after especially tough days, feeding you delicious late-night dinners… Or holding you in a tight lock of his arms when you broke down right at the threshold from exhaustion and nerves. He went as far as doing all the chores and grocery shopping by himself, which left you feeling rather guilty for not being able to reciprocate his care. What kind of shitty girlfriend were you? The constant nagging of the inner voice in the back of your head was making the anxiety grow.

Although Baekhyun assured you time and time again that it was fine, you kept insisting that you were going to make it up to him. Which nearly made you cry on the spot. Your usual way of giving back was making him a nice dinner, organizing a cozy movie night with his favorite snacks, or even bringing your favorite almond oil to give him a relaxing massage. All of those scenarios inevitably ended with the two of you tangled up in bed till indecent hours of the morning, having a whole lot of steamy sex. These days, however, you were unable to recuperate and loosen up enough to do any of it. You’d not been intimate with your partner for at least three weeks, and while he was a complete sweetheart (he usually was) about it, that made you feel even more burdensome to him.

So much so, that you promised your boyfriend to get drunk the first night following submission of the presentation, to take the edge off, and simply allow him to do whatever he wanted with you. Baekhyun insisted that he didn’t have much use of you while shitfaced, and would rather have you well-rested and enjoying the process. Still, you were set on having no more delays, so you informed him that you’d finally be free from the project this Friday, and he should be pouring champagne for you as you walk through the door. Taking his previous comments into consideration, you ruled out the hard liquor and decided to only get heavily tipsy. Being horribly drunk did not seem like an arousing option you should be presenting your overly patient and caring boyfriend with.

Come Friday, as you finally submitted your presentation, you texted Baekhyun at least two hours in advance that you were definitely on track to spend the evening with him. Fortunately for you, he was going to come home a bit late, so you even had a head start to do all of the necessary preparations. That’s to say, you were stuck in the bathroom for over an hour and a half. You were ecstatic to finally have enough time to groom properly – your caracal nature always called for it. Pleased with how smooth and refreshed your skin looked after the long-awaited pampering, you exited the bathroom to go pick your poison for tonight.

You were so ready to get your drinks and relinquish all control to Baekhyun that you got startled when you saw him already heading towards you.

‘Oh! I didn’t hear you come in,’ you chirped.

‘Are you already drunk?’ He sniffed the air, shaking his head. ‘I guess not. You smell good,’ he smiled as you reached him and wrapped your arms around his neck with all the feline grace you had in you.

‘I really missed you,’ you purred as his warm hand settled on the small of your back comfortably.

His scent made you want to rub your face on him, to get more of it on you. How terribly you must’ve missed him! In the beginning, it took you a bit to get used to the notorious ‘smell of a dog’ inevitably coming off of him. But you’d strangely grown to like it a lot, despite being the very whimsical wild cat hybrid that you were. Now, however, you’d stayed away for a while, and the scent lingering on his skin seemed so pleasant that you wanted to cover your entire body in it. But then again, it’d been so long that the desire to pounce him mixed with the fear of not being able to do well. What if you took longer to get ready now? Or to come? What if you couldn’t make him come? Surely you needed to take good care of him to repay all the weeks he’d been an angel for your sake.

‘I missed having you all to myself too, honey,’ he smiled crookedly, leaning in to give you a kiss. ‘You seem a bit tense,’ he noted when you swerved your short tail with slight agitation. ‘If it’s about sex, I told you we don’t have t-’

‘I want to!’ You quickly interrupted. ‘I don’t want to wait anymore, Baekhyunie. Just a little help to relax my stressed mind and body is all I need. Then we’ll get to it.’

Baekhyun sighed, shaking his head, allowing you to pull him back into your bedroom.

‘Doesn’t your head always hurt after you drink?’

‘It’s worth it,’ you replied firmly and turned to him. ‘Let’s just treat it as a celebration. I’ll bring the bottle here.’

He grabbed your wrist swiftly, before you took another step towards the door.

‘I-’ he looked away, tail stilling as he was considering something. ‘I have another idea, actually. You trust me, right?’

Giving him a curious look, you nodded. Of course, you trusted him; more than anyone in the world, more than yourself at times. Although he was a ‘big bad wolf’ (still, only bad enough to eat the last slice of his absolute favorite Hawaiian pizza while you weren’t looking), and your relationship wasn’t very ‘likely’… He’d managed to charm you, and you’d been together for a long time since. And your wolf’s embrace made you feel so tiny and secure, that you couldn’t imagine being with anyone else at this point, all initial reservations evaporated.

‘We can try something else. Something that shouldn’t be as toxic as drinking, but also have you release the tension and relax. I got it on my way here,’ he began, making you even more interested in what it was.

Taking notice of your stare, he continued.

‘Um- I just need to be sure that you want this. Your unbiased decision. Like I said, we don’t have to f-’

‘Don’t feel bad about it, making it up to you will make me happy,’ you raised an open palm in front of his chest when he tried to protest. ‘If it can help me make you feel good, whatever it is, I trust you. I missed being… close to you.’

He chewed on his lip, and nodded.

‘Alright. I’ll use the bathroom for a sec, and you can get on the bed, okay?’

Somewhat surprised that he didn’t tell you what exactly he was planning, you complied, lying down on your belly to wait for him. It took him a few unbearably long minutes, during which you stared the door down, tail swinging impatiently. He made minimal sound after the water was turned off, so you had no idea what was happening in there.

‘Babe, need some help in there?’ You offered and sat up just as the door flew open.

He emerged from the bathroom shirtless, sporting nothing but sweatpants. His skin was shimmering slightly, and you licked your lips at the sight of his lean torso. All of the events and worries of the past few weeks were instantly forgotten.

‘Took you long enough,’ you mumbled grumpily. ‘What were you doing in there?’

He tilted his head to the side, a textbook sign of puppy confusion.

‘Do you… notice anything?’

You pouted, unsure as to what you were supposed to notice. He looked the same. A bit freshened up and half-undressed, but still the same.

‘Ah- maybe it doesn’t work on you,’ he scratched the back of his head sheepishly, halting an arm’s length away. ‘My bad.’

‘What doesn’t wo-’ as he turned around to supposedly walk back to the bathroom, it hit you.

Oh, it hit you, indeed.

Before you could think, you gripped his wrist to prevent him from moving away.

‘W-what- is-’ you stuttered, pulse suddenly escalating.

Baekhyun gulped at the sight of your dilated, almost shaking pupils. You tugged him closer after you moved up to the edge of the bed. The scent that penetrated your nostrils almost took you out.

‘What is that?’ You finally managed, swallowing the saliva that was rapidly collecting in your mouth.

Jerking him forward, you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck.

‘Do you like it?’

You didn’t answer, too busy running your tongue over his collarbone with a long groan. Without even noticing the death grip you had on him, you dragged him onto the bed as you swallowed his scent and tasted his delectable skin, going increasingly mad from the sweetness.

‘What is this, Baekhyun,’ you sobbed, covering his chest in frenzied kisses, while the burning arousal made your insides constrict. ‘Oh god- I want all of you. On me. And- in me. Oh fuck,’ you were almost feverish as you pushed him in the chest to get him to lie back, and ripped his sweatpants off without a second thought.

‘Y/N, slow down,’ your boyfriend warned, and you didn’t care.

You wanted that taste in your mouth again, the one that was all Baekhyun, but sweeter, more intense. Nibbling on the gentle skin under his belly button, you quickly found your way down to his balls. Whimpering at the addicting taste, you took one in your mouth, playing with it diligently, sucking and licking, while your boyfriend stirred underneath and reached for your hair to get it out of the way. Your tongue on his most sensitive spots quickly made him harden, and you waited no more than necessary to stuff his entire cock in your mouth.

At that, you both moaned.

Frantically bobbing your head, you sucked harshly on it, making him thicken further. You shoved it in your mouth almost aggressively, choking on him, chasing the feeling that lingered in your throat after your nose met his smooth skin. He prepared too.

Swallowing around him, you groaned as you kept moving your head, spit mixing with precum and collecting at the corners of your mouth.

‘Fuck, kitten- you’d be mute tomorrow if you keep at it,’ Baekhyun gritted, pulling you off of his dick by the hair.

You wailed, like a cat being dragged by its tail, and clawed at his thigh for interrupting. His pained grunt went unnoticed since you immediately moved on to exploring the taut skin of his stomach all the way up to his pecs. Rubbing your face onto it, tonguing his abs and his nipples, you shuddered as the dreamy haze of desire surrounded you like mist.

It would’ve definitely been scary had Baekhyun not prepared in advance. Still, seeing you this out of your mind for him was nothing like he expected.

‘Please fuck me,’ you muttered into his sternum after ripping the last of your clothes off. ‘Scent me, come inside me, knot me. Make me raw. I don’t care. I want you,’ you sobbed, gnawing on his shoulder impatiently as his arms pulled you closer.

‘Don’t fret, you know I’m gonna take good care of you, baby,’ you jolted as his fingers slid between your wet lips to check.

Your arousal was already dripping out, so Baekhyun mercifully spared you any additional foreplay, simply sinking you down on his cock.

‘Agh!’ Your inner walls instantly contracted around him. ‘Yes, yes,’ you mouthed into his neck, licking at it as he bottomed out again and again.

Unable to hold back, you responded to his movement by slamming your pelvis down onto his repeatedly, with enough force to hurt, so he had to brace you by the hips to prevent you from injuring yourself. The smell of your overwhelming arousal made his mind blurry too, so he kept watching you with heavy-lidded eyes while you bounced on him like your life depended on it.

Scratching at his skin, you kept whining for your boyfriend to get closer, to scent you. He finally gave in, biting down on your neck gently to distract you and then flipping you onto your back promptly. Ignoring the feral hiss that escaped your mouth, he leaned forward to grant you full skin to skin contact while his hips continued jerking in and out of you.

Your mind went blank from the building pleasure. It was filling your entire being with desperate anticipation, the taste, the smell, all of the sensory feedback was elevated. Only your vision seemed impaired since you couldn’t blink away the thickening red fog of lust.

The divine smell was all over your skin now, and Baekhyun’s pelvis was almost glued to yours, grazing over your clit with every sway of his hips. He growled at how slick it felt between your bodies, and how deliciously lewd the sounds of him fucking you were. He knew the essential oil he used didn’t have much effect on him, only felines could fall under its spell. But he hadn’t been intimate with you for a long while now, and, frankly, he’d never seen you like this before. You were absolutely wild underneath him, clawing at his back like an angry cat, moaning and whining so loudly, it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand straight. He’d never heard you sound like this, so irrepressible and untamed, and it was incredibly sexy. In a way, it triggered his more primal side to take control.

Suddenly feeling the power he had over you, he angled his hips and rammed into you, skin slapping your puffy lips repeatedly as you cried out in despair.

‘I’m not gonna stop,’ he leaned in and growled almost animalistically into your ear. ‘Before I ruin your little hole. You’ve been on the edge there for a while, haven’t you, kitten?’

Reveling in the mewl you responded with, he slid two fingers into your mouth and kept talking.

‘All helpless and needy underneath me. Entirely at my mercy,’ he pressed down on your tongue, making your throat relax to accommodate. ‘Do you enjoy being destroyed?’

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your orgasm hit. A muffled scream drowned out by his palm almost made his own release hit him, but Baekhyun had other plans.

Pulling out for a few seconds, he wiped away the sweat that was dripping from his forehead to his eyes, and rolled your limp body over. Allowing you a few seconds to cool down, he gripped his rock-hard flesh at the base and landed a sharp slap onto your supple ass cheek.

‘Baek,’ you squealed, registering the shuffling behind. ‘Wait- no,’ protesting weakly, as he got on top of you again. You took notice of the way his dick was nestled snugly between your bodies and guessed his intention.

‘You didn’t think we were done, did you, baby?’ He gave your ear a long lick, causing you to shiver.

‘B- Baekhyunie,’ you puled pathetically, still too overwhelmed. ‘I can’t-’

The sentence was drowned out by his growl. Your state pushed him too far to just stop now.

‘You’ll comply and come again, all while I load you up, got it?’ He slipped back inside, testing your body’s response.

As expected, you were still soaked from your previous activities, so he ignored the instant jolt of your body. It wasn’t something you did often, overstimulation, but your partner knew he could make you come like this if he hurried up, so that was exactly his plan.

‘No,’ you whined capriciously, your cat instincts making you protest against the intrusion while too sensitive. Your tail patted against Baekhyun’s side relentlessly, although most of it was trapped between you.

‘I can make you,’ he rolled his hips, knowing that in a few minutes you would beg him to make you come again, even though it seemed more like torture now.

‘Ah it hurts!’ You cried out, latching onto his thigh, claws out.

‘Oh, so you’re gonna be like that?’ He growled lower, making you hiss in a natural response and draw blood with your sharp nails.

He licked a sensitive spot between your shoulder blades as a warning.

‘Don’t make me do this,’ he snarled, but you kept trying to shove him off of you. ‘Okay, you fucking got it.’

Baekhyun snapped, locking his sharp teeth on your withers – the magical spot on your spine, just below the neck; your feline heritage. Instantly, your fingers grew weak and you whined feebly as his hips moved again. He picked up his pace gradually, readjusting your thighs to have more of a room to increase amplitude. You trembled helplessly, pinned down his weight and wailing into the pillow as his determined ministrations had the anticipation build once again. With the discomfort you initially had subsiding, you’d given up on the attempts to escape your lover.

Feeling the tight pulsation around his flesh, Baekhyun released your skin and started licking over the teeth marks right away.

‘That’s more like it,’ he hummed in your ear as you whined pathetically, feeling your eyes water from the intensity of the impending release. ‘I’m going to fill you up. Yes- come like this,’ he urged, intertwining his fingers with yours, and you could not disobey.

‘Baek-’ you squealed, your entire body shuddering underneath him as your muscles contracted once again from a mind-blowing wave of pleasure.

He delivered a few more quick, shallow thrusts before his hips stuttered and he moaned lowly as thick warmth flooded your insides.

You felt full and content, the fogginess of your mind clearing up slowly. Belatedly you realized that he actually knotted you – something he didn’t do often since you weren’t the same species (or trying for a baby at this point). But it felt good, and your walls were still pulsating around him, electricity jolting through you with every gentle lick of Baekhyun’s tongue over the spot where his teeth had left a reddish mark.

‘Mhm,’ you hummed, and Baekhyun shifted his weight to his elbows.

‘Sorry, I got a bit carried away,’ he admitted, planting soft kisses along your spine.

‘It was great,’ you yawned, noting casually. ‘You knotted me.’

‘Yeah, it will deflate soon,’ he rubbed his face between your shoulder blades affectionately, and you squirmed. ‘Does anything hurt? How are you feeling?’

‘Um- no, nothing hurts. At least not yet,’ you chucked, assuming that the soreness would come tomorrow. ‘I’m just exhausted. And still a bit… dazed?’

‘Yeah, I think it’s all evaporated from my skin. Or licked off,’ he snickered. ‘Still smell the remnants of it in the air, but to me it’s not as prominent as your arousal.’

‘What was it, actually?’

‘You didn’t get it?’ Baekhyun laughed, finally slipping out and rolling off to the side, allowing you to glance at him. ‘Catnip. I got a little roll-on thingy with the essential oil. Didn’t realize it’s that strong though.’

‘Are you serious?’ You smacked him on the top of the head in a very feline way. ‘That thing is like a drug for cats!’

‘It’s safe. You were under supervision, and it has no lasting effects. And it’s not addictive,’ he clarified. ‘I consulted.’

‘Always prepared, aren’t you?’ Smiling, you shoved him in the chest. ‘I can’t believe you drugged me with catnip to fuck me. Tsk, what a jerk you are,’ you purred, scolding him.

‘Don’t act like we’re not doing this again soon,’ Baekhyun smirked, planting a quick kiss to the tip of your nose.

‘I’m so going to get you for this, Baek. I will!’ You threatened, allowing him to sneakily drag his tongue over your lower lip in a playful apology lick before you pushed him away to yawn again.

‘I’ll be waiting,’ he chuckled and moved closer again to stroke your back tenderly. ‘Just have some rest first, kitten.’

A/N: Whew, my first hybrid au posted 🤗 I hope you guys love the multi-faceted wolf!Baekhyunie haha Let me know whether he was different from what you’d expected. And I’m still encouraging you to share your thoughts on what kind of aus / tropes you enjoy 😊 It’s always interesting to find out what my readers like. Thank you for sticking around and welcome to the blog if you’re new!

#baekhyun smut #hybrid!baek #icequeenbae fics #baekhyun x reader #exowritersnet #wolf!baek #baekhyun x you #baekhyun fic #baekhyun scenario #Girl Im Your Catnip

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syndxlla · 4 years ago

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Part nine of the More to Love series

Summary: Plans for the ball are in full swing, the concealment of your relationship with the knight dwindles and you make a deal with one another that leads to both of you learning a new and valuable skill

Word Count: 8.9k, NO USE OF ‘Y/N’

Warnings: SMUT (oral sex F receiving, fingering, multiple orgasms), swearing, mentions of wounds

Author’s Note: and we’re back to your regularly scheduled royalty and princesscore writings. this chapter is very chill honestly, but i still really enjoyed writing it! there’s also the introduction of THE DRESS. y’all this dress is insane you really aren’t ready i am OBSESSED with this dress.

Part eight

“Are you listening, Princess?” You hadn’t even realized you had zoned out. Your cheek was bright red from resting against your palm, and your eyes had glazed over with boredom. You hoped you didn’t look too uninterested, but considering the literal Queen of Mandalore looked down at you with folded arms and one arched eyebrow, you were less than confident that you looked engrossed in the conversation.

The Queen, Lady Reeves and yourself have been inside a yellow-themed parlor all morning discussing plans for the ball. Your Knight stood patiently by the door, overseeing the entire meeting. You wore a long sleeve dress that was too hot for the summer sun, which was slowly drying out the mud and puddles from then two-day long rainstorm that no one predicted. You spent the entire day yesterday pretending to rest from the exhausting day previous, but you were really hiding your arm from everyone else. You tried to argue with Koska that a long sleeve in the middle of summer would look for more suspicious than a simple bandage on your bicep, but she disagreed to say the least. The Knight stopped limping this morning, although you were convinced he was just faking it for good measure. If others knew he was injured, it could raise suspicion that you were too. You also think he didn’t want you to worry about him. The stab wound really wasn’t that deep, but you knew it had to have hurt more than he was showing. You thought he should take a few days off to rest his leg and to really spend time with his son, but he refused to.

You look up from your emotionless stare out the window, which showed the sea in the distance. The ocean was so different here compared to what it’s like in Corellia. There are sandy beaches and the water’s warm, whereas back home, it’s often frozen over, and is lined with rocky fjords and coves. You wanted to go down to one of those beaches soon if you could. They looked relaxing and much more intruiging than a wordy meeting that you stopped listening in on Lord knows when.

“Sorry, I just… zoned out for a minute.” You clear your throat, looking up at the ginger above you. You bat your eyelashes, trying do play off innocent and truthful. She shrugged, and turned around to pull something out of Koska’s hands.

“I was saying that now that we have the food and decor arranged for the ball, we can talk about the important things.” She says as she whips around for the big reveal that you weren’t expecting: iher arms was the most extravagant, fluffy gown you had ever seen. It was a soft rose gold, the skirt was huge and round, tulle pillowing out from the bodice which had clearly been hand-beaded by nimble fingers to have five-pedaled flowers with curly vines growing out of them. There was a soft sweet-heart neckline, the lace and beading of the bodice came up past the structure to overlap where your skin would be, The sleeves were off the shoulder, which was common for Mandalorian summer gowns. The skirt had a soft hint of sparkles and real diamonds had been sewn into the centers of each flower along the gown.

You perked up as you saw the ornament, your attention being drawn from the crashing waves of the ocean to the prettiest dress you had ever seen. You think you sighed, but you weren’t really sure. Dresses have always been a part of your life, designers from all over the world would send you their best sets, and it’s rare for you to wear the same gown more than once. This isn’t the first time you had been presented with a dress that costed more than some of the houses in the kingdom, but there was something different about it. It had a special glow to it, unlike anything you had ever seen.

“Her Radiance Ahsoka brought it, it’s a wedding gift from the Woodland elves.” Koska speaks up when she sees your reaction. Both her and the Queen were amused at your childlike awe. “That’s why it has that shimmer, they used silk spinners and gold.”

“I… I can’t accept this.” You wanted to, but you were desperately trying to be humble and calm in this situation. The dresses never meant that much to you, it’s just a piece of clothing. You have always been far more into the politics that came with royalty, not the fashion, so this was a first.

“Well of course you can.” The queen chuckled, “It would be rude not to.” You wished you could tell her that wearing such an extravagance would feel in vain because you did not feel affection towards the person you’ll be wearing it for. However, you supposed she was right, it would be rude to turn down a gift from the literal elves. You stand up from where you sat, walking over the dress that took your breath away. You wondered what the Knight thought of it, and you turn around to look at him. You know that he wouldn’t show any type of reaction over this thing, especially if the Queen is watching, but you wanted to show him that you were thinking of him. You smiled, raising your eyebrows to really show how beautiful you thought the gown was, you’ll get to talk about it with him later. This is the second time Koska see’s something like this between the two of you, and she first looks at you, and the knight, raising a sharp eyebrow.

You place your hand over the fabric, running your palm over it. You did nothing to deserve this, but you were honored that it’s yours. “It’s like a faerie’s dress.” You sigh. “It’s wonderful, when can I thank her Radiance?”

“She’s out and about, she usually meditates in the gardens on sunny days, I can retrieve her, if you’d like.” Koska speaks up.

“Oh that’s alright, I’ll find her eventually.” You smile.

“Interesting that you brought up the fae…” The Queen brings up, “Allow me to ask, it is your engagement ball, is there anything specific you would like to have incorporated?” A few days ago, you would have had no answer, because a few days ago there was nothing about Mandalore worth it to you. However, things have changed. You’ve spent sleepless nights thinking about the boy in the beskar armor, and you would give anything to dance with him at that ball. You knew damn well that if you asked nicely, and maybe gave him head in return, he would do almost anything you asked. He would happily dance with you alone in the room after the events of the night, although you weren’t even sure if he knew how to dance. You did want to waltz with him, but not in that way.

So, last night you stayed up late, laying on your back with the balcony doors just cracked open to let in the smell fo fresh rain and a cool breeze into the hot room, thinking about him. You especially thought about the soft skin of his thighs and the way he shuddered when you raked your fingernails down his abdomen. But you also thought about how you could dance with him at the ball, where everyone could see. You knew that you would be dancing with far more people than Korkie, it would be many people’s last (and only) chance to dance with you before you’re married, and so you’re expected to give everyone the opportunity and attention they desired. It wasn’t your favorite thing you’d have to do, especially considering you would be dancing with a number of complete strangers and total creeps of Viziers, Grand Dukes and old viscounts who would probably whisper dirty things in your ear. And that is part of why you wanted this one thing for yourself so badly.

Dancing with a mysterious stranger wouldn’t be a problem. You wanted to share your affection towards him, and you especially wanted him to see you in your true element of balls and parties and gowns and tiaras. You knew it was risky, especially considering you can hardly control yourself around him, who knows what the crowd may be whispering as you dreamily look up at him. But after having to move and change your entire life, marry a man you resent in a kingdom that goes against everything you’ve ever believed in, you owe yourself this one thing. Just this one.

However, dancing with a literal knight would be far too suspicious and obnoxious for the biggest event in the western part of the world. And you knew that he would never remove his helmet, even if his life depended on it. It would be no easy feat to convince him to do something like that in such little time, but that’s when you got the best idea to have possibly ever cross your mind.

When you were just a little girl, your nursery caretaker would sit you on her lap when you had droopy, tired eyes, and read you a story. You can’t remember what it was called, it’s been so long since you heard it, but it was your favorite. It was the tale of the masquerade ball where the young peasant girl fell in love with the handsome magician. You were always drawn into it, because you once hoped you would fall in love with a mysterious and handsome man, too.The point of the story was that she never saw his face, as they both had on extravagant swan masks covering their eyes. If everyone had their face covered, it wouldn’t look suspicious if he did, too. You knew it would be a big thing to ask, and he may not even agree to it if the Queen approves of the short-noticed theme, but you wanted to live at least one night as the young peasant girl.

“Yes, actually.” You began to reply, “I would love for my engagement ball to be a masquerade.” You made sure to add in the ‘my’ to reinstate that it is for you. The Queen stopped to consider what you asked, and Koska looked suprised. It’s rare for anyone to ask the Queen for something like that out flat. But, she was the one who brought it up.

The Queen made you wait in suspense for her answer, and every fiber of your being wanted to turn around and wink at the knight to let him know that you asked for him, but even you, the naive princess, knew that you needed to be more careful with sharing your memories with him when others are around. “I suppose we could arrange that.” She thinks out loud, and you can’t stop the smile that stretches across your face. The Queen really only agreed because she knew it would cause more buzz and conversation around her last event as Queen. Even you could see that, but if it meant you would get a chance to share the memory with your guard, it was worth it.

“Your Majesty, forgive me, but the ball is this weekend, I fear we will not have enough time to prepare for such a change in plans…” Koska spoke up.

“Well, not if we don’t have everyone in the palace working double time,” Both yours and Koska’s faces dropped, that is not what you wanted at all. “Every servant will be required to make ten masks before the ball on Saturday. Knights are exempt, obviously.” She placed the rose gold dress back in Koska’s arms. You immediately felt guilty.

“Oh that won’t be necessary, Your Majesty, I don’t want everyone to-“

“Oh nonsense,” She interrupted, “I love the masquerade idea, it will be grand. It will be the envy of Coruscant.” Was everything a battle for her? An endless contest of who’s the best between Mandalore and Coruscant? If everyone had extra work to do on top of their usual load, you would feel absolutely terrible, but there would be no changing the Queen’s mind. “As the head of the servants, you will oversee the masks, Lady Reeves.” Your face was in shock, pale and sick. Koska shot you an annoyed glare. You tried to respond with an apologetic smile, but the Queen was speaking up again, pacing as she spoke. “Of course we need the royals to stand out from everyone else, we’ll already have our gowns but the masks will make a difference too…” She thought out loud. “Koska I would like an owl mask as per usual, there will be gems incorporated as well I trust?”

“Yes, your Majesty.” She was not amused with her new task.

“As for our little Princess,” She was referring to you, but you couldn’t even listen out of guilt. Everything you tried in Mandalore somehow backfired on you. “Her dress is lovely, but her mask must also be the most extravagant in the room, after mine, of course. It would also be best if hers and my nephew’s matched, Yes?” Koska nodded, struggling to hold the heavy dress with her small stature. “Lovely, aren’t you just full of surprises, Your Highness?” The Queen smiled at you, and you forced a polite smile. “Now, excuse me, I have a designer to meet with to get as many feathers and adornments for masks as possible.” The redhead hastily exits the room, her high guard following her, leaving just you and Koska with your knight.

“What the fuck was that about?” Koska asked afterwards.

“I didn’t mean for any of the extra work to happen, I swear.” You defensively respond.

“You just love giving me a hard time, don’t you?” She asks.

“No- that not at all what-“

“Let her be, Koska.” Your knight steps into the conversation.

“Ugh you knights are so frustrating sometimes.” She rolls her eyes. “I mean, what is going on with you two?” She asks and your heart drops to your ass. Was it that obvious there was something more there? Your knight tensed up, too. “Yeah, I can see exactly what’s going on here. Would either of you like to explain?” She asks.

The two of you stood awkwardly like children who got caught stealing sweets from the kitchen. You wondered how you were going to get out of this one. Your entire world could come crashing down right now if you didn’t play this out correctly, and a thousand outcomes of this situation simultaneously played out in your head. Would she rat you out? Would it lead to your knights expulsion? Or would she keep it to herself? She seemed to have a history with your knight, although you didn’t know what that might be. Maybe she would be on your side, but you highly doubted it.

You blame yourself for all of this. You should have put a stop to all of this long ago, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. He has you tied around your finger, and you like it. You wondered what was going on through his mind, was he as nervous as you? He had to be, if not more worried about what would happen. Someone knowing about your secret relationship would only lead to you getting a tap on your knuckles and then they would try to hide it from society to keep your reputation clean, but it would be the end of his career and safety for him. You were selfish for this, and you knew it.

“What?” Is all your stupid mouth says. As if you hadn’t just had the most sporadic and stressful thought process of your entire life. After all that, the only thing you were able to come up with was “what?”. You thought your body might be shaking, but you weren’t totally sure. You wanted to look at the knight by your side, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Koska must have thought the same thing as you because after you just responded with an arrogant rhetorical question, her eyebrows raised like a mother angry with her teenage son. She scoffs, and walks to the other side of the parlor to place the gown down on a sofa. When her back was turned to you, you were somehow able to muster up the courage to look at the beskar-clad figure to your left. He didn’t look any different than, well, ever. Tall and broad and stoically looking ahead as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. But you knew better. He had to have had a similar thought process to your own. He never turned to look back at you, and that’s when the guilt really set in. This could have been prevented. It should have been prevented. You fiddle with your sleeve.

Koska comes back too soon, her arms folded over her chest and the same unamused look on her stupidly perfect face. “So, one of you better start talking now, or else I’m going to get impatient and go catch up with the Queen to do your chore.” She nods to you. Why was she doing this? What did she gain out of knowing any of this? It could be to protect Korkie, although you found that seriously hard to believe. From what you can tell, Koska could care less about the Mandalorian Prince.

You sigh out of embarrassment mostly, but know that you are the one who needs to speak up. This was your mistake, and so it was your responsibility to fix it. “This is all my fault,” You have to clear your throat after beginning because of how uncomfortably your words sit in your throat. “I take full responsibility for everything. Don’t blame him for anything.” You nod. He turns his head to look at you after you say this, and you wanted nothing more than to look back at him, but Koska had your gaze trapped.

“And what exactly do you mean by ‘everything’ and ‘anything’?” The lady-in-waiting asks.

You sigh again, knowing this was going to be hard to say. “I...allowed myself to be…” You carefully considered your word choice, “i-infatuated with the wrong man.” You finally get out. That was the first time you had said it in front of him, and only the second time you had said it outloud ever, the first being to the Elven Queen last week. “I shouldn’t have let it get so out of hand, but I fell under the spell of this Knight, and I don’t even know his name. I’ve never seen his face. In many ways, he’s a complete stranger to me.” You debated saying the next thing, but it just kind of spilled out, ‘A stranger who’s plagued my thoughts and actions since the day I got here.” It was hard for you to say, but there was something so liberating about saying it.

He never took his eyes off of you the entire time you spoke, but this time you were able to look back at him. Your eyes first looking down at the floor guiltily, and then they slowly make their way up his armor and to the visor on his helmet. You just looked there for a little bit while Koska processed what you were saying. You smiled genuinely at the knight, desperately trying to show him that everything you just said was true. For a moment, you weren’t sure if she was going to say anything at all, and the room fell silent.

“Well…” She begins, you can’t hear any disappointment in her tone yet, “You’re terrible at hiding it.” She sighs. Of all the things she could have said, you did not expect that.

“What?” You say like an absolute idiot for the second time. You look back at the woman.

“Look, I’ve known him for a long time.” She shakily breathes, looking at him, “We’ve actually been through a lot together.” He was still looking at you, “And honestly, Neither of us were ever cut out for the Royal life we’ve been living for a while now.” You wondered what she meant by that. “And to be frank, I could care less about your personal life.” She said to you about you, “But since he’s a friend, and you really don’t mean very much to me, no offense,”

“None taken.”

“I suppose I’ll just keep it to myself-“

The relief that overcame your body was unmatched. You can’t stop the grin that goes from ear to ear or the sigh of relief that danced on your lips and out of your lungs. You look over at him, who still hasn’t looked away from your face, but he sighs of relief, too. You see it in the way his armor shifts.

“-Under one condition.”

“Okay…”

“You have to start hiding it better, no more over the shoulder glances. Okay? This is me looking out for him.” She gestures to him with a nod. Was she really going to do this for you?

“No more glances, got it.” You repeat.

“There’s no telling what might happen to him if the wrong person finds out.” She clears her throat, and that statement scares you. You try not to let it take up too much of your thought. “And you have to act like nothing is different. You’re still engaged to the Prince and you’re still the future Queen-consort. I don’t give a damn about what happens behind closed doors, but when others are around you have to behave yourselves. This is me looking out for my kingdom, understood?”

“Understood.” You nod back, although you weren’t the biggest fan of that condition, you knew that was the price you had to pay to get what you wanted… well at least what you think you wanted. “You’re not going to tell the Queen?”

“If you do those things, she won’t hear a word about it.” Koska shrugs.

“And what about Korkie?”

“Stars, I cannot stand that boy. I don’t even talk to him.” She rolls her eyes and you chuckle. You’re happy you aren’t the only one who feels that way about the prince. “But I’m not going to cover or lie for you two, I’m not going to help you hide it or anything. Alright?”

“Of course.” You reply.

“Great. I have over five-hundered masks to make by Saturday, so I’ll be leaving now.” She finished and on her way out, she pushes the knight on the shoulder playfully.

The door closes.

“Stars.” You clear your throat and turn to look at him, before you can say anything, though, he’s picking you up by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of weightless flour, and carrying you over to the second sofa that isn’t taken up by a ridiculously large dress. You giggle when he does, blushing at his enthusiasm. You’re placed on your back and he kneels between your legs.

“You’re excited.” You chuckle and he hums in response. There isn’t very much room on the sofa but he makes his place. He then grabs the hem of your dress, pulling it up over first your thighs, then up past your hips, over the corset and up to your face. He covers your eyes with the skirt and it hides the cheesiest smile on your face. light still poured in from the fabric, but you weren’t able to see anything.

You then heard the sound of metal being placed on the floor next to you, and to your pleasant surprise, his lips and pressed tightly to yours through the fabric. The kiss obviously doesn’t make any contact, but you’ve learned that with the knight, it’s the thought that always counts. You’re smiling into the kiss like a dork, and you shudder when you feel his bare hands against your bare thighs. He pulls your legs open, and then pulls away from your separated kiss.

Your first moan comes when you feel his lips against your soft thighs. He licks up and down your right thigh first, his fingertips strong and faithful against the outer part of your legs. Your breathing hitches, and you hum with pleasure when he moves to your left thigh, taking the same amount of time to kiss, nibble and suck on your pillowy skin.

Then, before you can think any more about the heat and want in between your legs, he’s pulling down your petticoat painfully slow. You bite your lip, you knew where he was headed with this, and you were more than happy to welcome it. His index and middle finger run soft lines around your cunt, massaging the swollen and wet skin around your opening that only got wetter. Your clit begged for attention, but your arms were trapped under the position of the dress skirt, and you didn’t want to risk adjusting it in a way that would make him stop. You would have to patiently wait as he teased and prodded your lips, his free hand rubbing your thigh and occasionally making its way to firmly squeeze your ass cheek. Your breathing was needy and short as he took his time to get to know your core with the tips of his fingers, which were now wet and slick and making the friction smoother.

He then gently places a light kiss on your clit. It’s so soft that you’re only able to feel it because of how sensitive and hungry you are for that type of contact. You slightly finch when his lips touch the nerve, and you’re able to feel him smile against your skin. What you would give to see his face right now…. Then, before you can think any more, he’s licking a flat stripe up from the bottom of your cunt up to your clit where he flicks three times with the tip of his tongue. You gasp at the sensation, and try to suppress a moan. He then take his time to lick each separate lip of your sex, avoiding your actual opening but teasing in such an addictive way that you were willing to be patient for him.

The knight then finally wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, pulsing with his lips and flicking back and forth quickly with the tip of his tongue. You do moan this time, a broken cry falling off of your needy lips. It was a euphoric feeling unlike anything you’ve experienced before and you loved every moment of it. His arms wrap around your upper thighs, holding you in place around his head as he moves down to lap at your pussy lips. He moans at the taste of you, diving his tongue into your folds and prodding your sensitive clit with his nose.

You whine short and quietly as he does, biting your lip and bucking your hips every now and then as he took care of your sex. He must have gone down on you for close to ten minutes straight, never coming up for fresh air and never stopping the steady pace he had. You aren’t sure how you didn’t cum immediately at the feeling of his plump lips against your clit, but you also aren’t sure how you didn’t blackout from the sheer pleasure of the feeling. It was addictive, and it only got better after he pulled away to spit on your cunt. He spits onto your folds and then brings his fingers up again to start fingering you, sliding in his pointer finger with no resistance and slowly pumping it in and out. His mouth finds its way back to your slit, sucking on it as he fingers you. The sound was filthy, it filled the parlor with wet, obscene noises accompanied by breathy moans and gentle hums. Every time he hummed against your clit, your back arched from the added pleasure. The vibrating of it was pure euphoric, and you knew you were a sopping mess in between your thighs.

His chin was wet from spit and arousal and for one quick moment he pulled his wet mouth away from your core to kiss and rub the juices of your cunt on your thighs. He nibbles a few times on either thigh, marking each with a litter of purple and red hickeys. Before adding a second finger, he pulls his hand out to gently and playfully slap your cunt. He uses his wet hand to tap your core five or six times, each tap getting harder. You moan out at the feeling, and squeeze your legs together against the feeling in a horny attempt to get more pleasure from the moment.

“Huh, would you look at that?” He asks, his voice low and hungry and full of lust. It’s the first thing he’s said in a while, and the indulgence of the oral sex cause you to nearly forget how much you loved his rough voice. “Do you like it when I slap your cunt?” You whine in response. “With your words, Princess.”

“Yes, Sir.” You whine like a bitch. He chuckles and slaps it again, harder this time. You shudder at the feeling and feel your climax coming on. You want to delay it for as long as possible, but your thighs start to shake when he puts his mouth back in you and pushed both his index and middle finger into your opening, pumping and curling and twisting his wrist to make the most wonderful combination of finger-fucking you could of have imagined.

“I’m gonna cum.” You barely get out before your spine is burning and your stomach is flexing as you cum hard and long against his tongue and on his fingers. You cry out in broken, heavenly bliss, and look for something to grasp onto as you hit your high, but you can’t find anything, which leads to your sporadic back arches. You’re panting, and he doesn’t stop kissing against your core while you cum on his tongue. You bite your lip and swear you might make it bleed a little. His grip on your thighs tightens while he pulls you against his mouth, preventing you from pulling away from the addictive exhilaration that is his kiss.

He licks you through the entire orgasm, and then some after. You think you’re being over-stimulated but you never have been before, so you aren’t really sure. Just when you think he’s going to stop, he doesn’t and he just takes his sweet old time lapping against your core and slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you. You sharply breath in, your chest heaving against the dress and you desperately want to pull your dress down to see him and breath freshly again. The way he eats you out is so methodical, like he’s done it a thousand times (which wouldn’t necessarily surprise you), like it’s the only thing he’s ever eaten or the sweetest honey to ever grace his lips.

It begins to turn you on again, the pleasure shooting into your spine and down your littered thighs and melting against your clit. You can feel the gentle rub of his fingers against your thighs, stroking your skin as he takes you in. It’s heavenly and is the only thing you can think about. Your thoughts go numb and the only important thing in the entire world is the curly-haired boy at your expense.

You mutter and whisper swears, dirty words that aren’t meant to come out of a princess’ mouth but you can’t help it when you’re seeing white hot behind your eyes. He groans a few times too before his fingers speed back up to the pace they were at before you came the first time. Your dainty hands stroke lightly on your collar-bones as the pleasure fills your soul, licking your lips and trying to hold on for as long as possible before you cum again but you can already feel your second orgasm coming on. He uses a third finger to outline your lips, coating the tip in your slick and then slowly inserting the third and final finger into your cunt, helping you chase that final hit of release. The stretch is amazing, and you were surprised you were able to take it so well. This is when you realized that he’s been training you for something much bigger. The first time he fingered you wasn’t even any penetration, the second time was two fingers, just enough to stretch you that it hurt the right amount, and now this time, three fingers that felt amazing. You remembered the size of his cock, you knew it would be a challenge to take, but he was making sure you would be able to handle it and enjoy it as much as he will.

His focus goes from licking your clit to the fingers inside. He twists his wrist to make the curl and stretch your entrance. He collects the wetness and lets it make the glide and pump smoother. You’re so drenched and needy that the fluid is running out past his fingers and dripping onto the sofa cushion, staining it with your lust. He nips so slightly at your clit and just like that, your whole world comes crashing down. The orgasm is actually mind-numbing this time, and all you can do is moan and sob and claw at your own skin. Your scratch into your shoulders and collar-bone and it’s deliciously painful. Your thighs clamp against his head and he continues to finger you long and hard through the climax, cleaning your folds up as you cum against his tongue and fingers. You’re finally able to catch your breath, painting with droopy, lustful eyes but feeling completely fulfilled. He cleans up all the juices around your entrance, collecting the cum on his tongue and happily swallowing it down like it’s his last meal. You aren’t able to see it, but he then puts his fingers into his mouth, cleaning off the three that were knuckle-deep into your cunt. He groans at the taste, and wipes his mouth before planting one last, gentle kiss to the soft, angelic skin of the mound between your legs. You're so sensitive that the light kiss makes you flinch, and he chuckles at the involuntary reaction.

He puts his helmet back on and then pulls your dress skirt down to see your face. You’re surprised by the light initially, and you blink a few times to adjust to it. Your lungs fill with crisp air and you look at your favorite sight: the helm of the knight you think you’re falling in love with. You can’t stop the smile on your face. He chuckles and then readjusts your dress to cover you up better. He takes such good care of you. You see him freeze when he sees the scratch marks on your skin, and his bare hand softly runs over the red lines, outlining the marks. You blush at him, looking up at his expressionless face with a puppy-love look.

“Everytime I think it can’t get any better, you prove me wrong.” You sigh. Every orgasm has been better than the last.

“Just you wait.” You hear the smirk under the helmet and it causes butterflies to flutter in your tummy. You sigh, still catching your breath and you just take him in, looking up at how he’s propped up above you. He has hands on either side of your head and he’s just a brudding force of metal and sex and good kissing and caring about things that you didn’t even know you needed someone to care about. You probably look like a dork just smiling up at him but you don’t even care and now your hands are free to wrap around his neck and you just wish you could see his face and kiss it all over right now.

Your fingers lock behind his neck and the positioning of his armor and the way his head is bent makes it so you can just barely feel the skin of his neck. You move your index fingers up to look for the curls at the nape of his neck. You think you could sing out when you found the prize: some strands of dark, brown, thick hair hidden under the helmet. You twirl them around your fingers and that action alone is worth a million kisses. The feeling in your heart is second to none and you wished you could stay in this still moment forever.

“Did you mean what you said?” He speaks up in reference to what you told Koska about him.

“Every word of it.” You state, genuinely meaning it as you said it. He did respond but something told you he was smiling under all that armor. He sighs, and then lets his arms go weak so he’s falling onto you. You groan at the surprise and the sheer weight of both his broad body and the heavy armor on top. The air is pushed out of your lungs but at least he’s pressed into you, your hands still toying with his curly hair. You can hear him chuckle, and you wanted to freeze time.

“Someone’s gonna see us if we stay like this.” He mutters as you tilt your head to have it rest on top of his helmet.

“Then let them.”

He doesn’t reply to what you say, and you debate if it was even the right thing to say. When you’ve gotten everything you’ve ever wanted, it’s hard to grasp the concept that someone may not want the same thing. You’re selfish for not caring about his safety and status in these types of situations. He grunts as he pushes himself back up and stands again, leaving only you on the sofa.

“How’s the arm?”

“It’s fine.” You roll your eyes, you don’t want everyone to worry so much anymore.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You reply more forcefully this time, sitting up on the couch.

“Just making sure.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You sigh, and consider your next words, “I was wondering if I could ask you something.” You sit with your palms flat against the cushion, making aware of the wet spot on the fabric and smirking fondly at it.

“Anything, your Highness.” He nods.

“Well… I wondered if maybe I could teach you how to dance?” You were nervous about what his response may be.

“Oh Stars-“ He chuckles.

“What!?”

“I had a feeling that masquerade might have something to do with me.” He puts his hands on his hips like he’s scolding you but there’s a guilty part of you that you like about it.

“Well it isn’t just about you.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“...no.” He already knew you so well. He chuckles at your response. “So… what’s your answer?”

“Dancing isn't my style…”

“I don’t believe that.” You tilt your head. “Come on, it’s super easy and it would mean a lot to me.” You try convincing. He sighs and considers what you’re offering. “I can give you something in return…” You bite your lip, teasing. He chuckles just once.

“Alright-”

“What!? Really??” You stand up from excitement, you weren’t really expecting him to agree.

“But, only if you let me teach you something in return.” You nod in agreement, your hands coming to fold in your lap. You were expecting him to refer to something sexual, but his words prove you wrong, “I wanna teach you how to fight.”

“What?” Why would you ever need that?” It’s rare for royals to learn such a skill, especially princesses. You understood that it would be valuable, but you weren’t completely sure if you were up to the task.

“Well more than anything, I want to teach you how to defend yourself. So something like Keldabe doesn’t happen again.”

“Okay…” You were tentative to agree.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” You shrug, “If it means I get to dance with you at the ball, I would be more than happy to learn.”

“Great. Let’s start then.” He takes a step back and holds his hand out for you to take.

“What?” You place your palm in his and he pulls you up off the couch, “right now?”

“Yes, c’mere.” You were nervous and honestly your legs were still weak from cumming twice, but you follow him as he begins to talk. “I’ll just teach you a few things and then you can teach me how to dance I guess.”

“Stop being a pill.” You tease.

“Only if you stop, too.” He teases right back at you which leads to a scoff from your lips. He ignores you. “When you're defending yourself, you always wanna protect your face, okay?”

“Protect my face, got it.” You repeat. He holds his arms up in front of his helmet, his hands fisted.

“Mimic my pose.” You roll your eyes but mirror him, holding your arms to guard your face. “See, is that so hard?”

“Shut up.”

“Yes ma’am.” He sarcastically replies. “You can’t do much if you can’t see, so that’s why you gotta protect your face. If you wore a helmet you wouldn’t need to do this.”

“But I would always be wearing a helmet…”

“It’s not so bad.” He shrugs.

“Something tells me that you don’t believe that.” You drop your arms from your face to say that, which was obviously a mistake, because instead of responding to your claim (which was probably right), he's jabbing his arm out towards your face. He’s not close enough to hit you but the quick and unexpected action is enough to startle you back. You lose your balance and fall down on the ground, wincing when you hit the ground and regretting agreeing to this. Your arms wrap into a frustrated position and you frown up at him. You look up at him surprised and a little pissed, and he just starts laughing. “What was that?”

“You let your guard down.” He says between laughs. He does hold his hand out for you to help you back up, and you take it to your own dismay. He hoists you up quickly, and you have to re-establish your balance.

“You are impossible.” You put your arms back over your face, ready to try again.

“You like it.”

“Are you gonna teach me or not?” He wasn't wrong but you figured you’d have to try and beat him at his own game.

“Are you gonna let me?”

“Just go.” You roll your eyes again.

“This will also protect your ribs. Can’t do much if the wind is knocked out of you, either.” He explains. “You also want to stand wide, it’ll help you keep your balance.” He kicks your feet out to be shoulder width which breaks every rule in the book of princess manners. “And prevent… falling on the floor.”

“This isn’t exactly easy to do in a corset, you know.” You argue.

“And dancing won’t be easy in armor but here we are.” He shrugs, and you suppose he’s right. Neither of you are cut out for the tasks at hand. “When fighting someone without armor, you’re gonna want to go for their face, their eyes are vulnerable and you can do real damage on their nose.”

“Okay….” You try to remember what he was saying, making a mental note for any future situations, although you’re still skeptical. “And what about someone with armor on?” You ask, trying not to show the smirk on your face.

“Well the guy in Keldabe did everything right, he found where the weak points of my armor was and attacked them-“

“So here?” You ask before reeling back your arm and swinging it as hard as you can into his shoulder where there was only chain mail. Your fist crashes into the metal, and you immediately regret it. “Shit!” You pull your hand back and look at your bright red knuckles, shaking your hand a few times as you try to brush the shock away.

“...Yeah, right there.” On the bright side, he seemed to be surprised by it enough that he made a little groan from the contact that turned you on way more than it should have. “But now you fucked up your hand.”

“You think?” You place the angry knuckles at your mouth, trying not to be too upset about the pain shooting through your hand.

“Punching chainmail is always gonna hurt, especially if you do it wrong… like that.”

“So how do I do it right!?” You’re determined now. No one has ever put you in your place, you’ve always gotten what you wanted, and you wanted to prove to him that you could do it.

“Why are you so eager to inflict pain on me?” He asks, you can hear the teasing in his tone but you can’t blame him for feeling that way. Perhaps you did come off a little anxious.

“I don’t know… I guess I just want to prove something to you.” You sigh, still pissed off by the pain in your hand. You’re so distracted by it that you hardly notice him walking towards you. His gentle and soft bare hands take your fist away from your mouth. You’re tentative at first, but let him take it in his hand, cupping it in between his and looking down at your red skin. You frown mostly out of frustration, but the pain is unlike anything you’ve experienced before. Princesses aren’t supposed to feel pain.

Before you can blink, he pulls his top hand away and takes it to lift up his helmet just above his lips. The angle makes it so you can’t see any of his face but you understand. He bends down and kisses your knuckles in the same fashion one would when greeting you, but this was so much more intimate. His lips were like satin against your skin and the butterflies in your stomach fly right back. The physical pain didn’t go away, but the anger around it did. Your heart softened and wished he would kiss your lips but he’s already pulling the beskar back over his jaw. You sigh from the gesture, he was so romantic and you don’t even think he’s trying to be. He’s just trying to be kind and patient with you and it’s doing something to your heart that you don’t know if you can handle anymore.

“So… how do you waltz?” He asks, his hand still holding onto yours. You smile and sheepishly look down at your feet. You were unsure of how to begin, but were happy he was willing to learn.

“Okay.” You smile, “Well, you first need to loosen up. Stop being so stiff.” He tilts his head like you’re speaking a foreign language. “Like this.” You press your hands down on his shoulder pauldrons, he tries to rest them but fails and you chuckle just a little. “Roll them back.” You explain and do it yourself, he attempts to follow, and actually is able to relax a little bit more this time. Knights are always so stiff, you think it will be good for him to relax every now and then. “Good, now this hand goes here…” You lift his right hand to rest on your waist and he immediately settles into it, already feeling more comfortable now that he is holding you. You place your left hand on his shoulder, pulling your bodies a little closer together. He wanted your torsos to be flush against one another, “No, we have to keep our distance so we have room to do the steps.” You explain.

“Well that’s no fun.” He sighs. You blush and giggle.

“If we get this done I promise you can hold me as long as you want.” You tilt your head trying to make a fair compromise.

“Fine.” He’ll take it.

“Great, now we hold these hands.” You take his left hand and hold it into yours. “That’s the basic position, I learned it as home position, got it?”

“Home position…?” He repeats.

“Mhm.” You nod, your faces are close and you would give anything to feel his breath against yours. “It’s important that we sort of… ‘glide’ like we bounce as we dance, it will make it prettier.” He was convinced you were always pretty no matter what you tried or did, but we guessed he would comply this time. Your voice goes quiet and soft, the mood immediately changing from teasing to harmonious. “And your feet… okay this is sort of complicated but your left foot will go forward as my right goes back-“ You keep looking down at the floor as you try to explain the steps but his gaze is on your face, hardly listening to what you're saying and only being engulfed in your face and the way you talked about doing something you loved. You were so beautiful and you didn’t even know it.

You must have been talking for a while without really listening to yourself because he was slowly pulling you into his torso and closing the space without you really noticing that you were inches closer than you were before. “-and then your left foot will slide to meet your right foot-“ the last word fades out as you slowly look back up to his face which was now up close to yours, your bodies pressed together and both of his hands on your hips, his thumb rubbing soft circles into your back. Your heart skips a beat and you forget how to breathe as you look up at him and it just felt… right.

Your hands lift from his pauldron to his helmet and you want to take it off so badly. You knew it was too fast still, and he would remove his helmet for you when he felt like he could. At least that’s what you hoped for. It should be his decision, no one else’s. But your hands are grazing the bottom of the beskar and everything feels so right. He’s so still and his breath is quiet and for just a moment you think he might let you and then-

The door knob is turning slowly and both of you are splitting away all too fast, trying to make enough space between the two of you so it didn’t look suspicious. You both scramble, trying to put yourselves back together. The still and perfect moment was entirely gone when Prince Korkie opened up the door into the parlor. You tried not to look too shocked when his stupid perfect hair and young face looked on you. The knight held his hands behind his back to hide the fact that they were bare and side-eyed the gloves on the sofa that laid by the wet stain on the cushion. He silently prayed that the Prince wouldn’t notice them.

“Ah, princess I was wondering where you were.” He looked between the two of you. He didn’t seem too suspicious, thank the stars.

“Korkie! What are you doing?” You awkwardly laugh. Your hands fold at waist level, and you fix your posture.

“Did… I walk in on something?” He asks and your whole body goes numb. You swallow and try not to pass out. The truth is yes, he did walk in on something very important to you, but here we are.

“Oh! No, we were just…” You search around the room looking for something to take the attention away from you and the knight, “Admiring the beautiful dress the Elves gave me!” You walk to the heavy, iridescent gown on the clean sofa, picking it up to show him. You smile desperately, hoping that would be enough.

“Ah yes! It is beautiful, isn’t it?” He nods, smiling. You sigh of relief when he falls for the bait. You set the dress back down.

“Can I do anything for you?” You ask,a king sure there was no attention on the knight being you.

“I… just wanted to spend a bit of time with you. My aunt informed me of the changes to the Ball. What a wonderful idea!”

“Why thank you.” You smile, taking a few steps towards him in a hopeless attempt to not seem so suspicious.

“Yes! I had just received the RSVPS from a number of the guests. Your parents, the twins of Naboo, the senator of Alderaan and Princess of Chandrila and I’m pleased to say that we’ve found no suspicion of any attack from Coruscant!” Stars, he talks a lot. You aren’t sure how he can have any more breath to talk. You were starting to decide that you liked the boys who were more reserved.

Well… one boy.

“Oh… Um, of course. That’s great news.” You nod and finish your walk towards him, suddenly hyper-aware of the fading scratches on your collar bone.

“Come with me, we should review the letters together.” You look back at the knight apologetically before walking into the hallway with the Prince. This isn’t exactly how you hoped your afternoon would go...

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Part ten

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louiseleblancdiggory · 4 years ago

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Speedy one night stand

Ok, so this is an old scene that i never posted because I never thought it was good enough, but since I wanted to post smth before ‘Tis the Damn Season, here it goes! I’m sorry for any typos, it’s 3 am and I don’t have the patience to proof read rn. There are mentions of a car accident but I swear it is not a sad or angsty scene. It’s bad and not at all a believable situation, but I hope it’s ok enough to be mildly enjoyable!

Aelin was having a spectacular day.

She had woken up around six, laying near the hottest man to ever walk on this Earth. In the previous night, she had drank enough to practically guarantee her a bitch hangover, but apparently her beautiful, silver-haired stranger had fucked it right out of her. A few times.

Not so proudly, Aelin sneaked out of his house without making a single sound. Maybe she should have stayed, maybe asked for his name. But she was also almost sure she had given him her number yesterday, and so if he wanted to continue things, he could call her. If not… Well, it had been a fun night.

Understatement of the fucking century.

And thanks to her stranger, once she got home, Aelin felt energized and inspired enough to finally give the painting a try.

The painting had become Aelin’s nightmare for the past year and a half. She had the idea, had the ability, but didn’t know how to do it, how to tackle it. She tried a few times every few days, and left the room hating it more and more. The painting started to be a mock to her abilities— she would finish other works, beautiful works, and yet the messy canvas would always stare at her from the corner of the room.

Aelin was mainly a sculptor, not a painter, and so she didn’t even know why it bothered her so much but it did. Oh, it most certainly did.

For the past eighteen months, staring at that taunting canvas was like staring at yourself on the mirror for too long. The vision started to blur, and it didn’t look real, evoked a deep panic.

For the past eighteen months, Aelin hated that fucking painting.

And yet, when she got home earlier, all she could think is that she might be able to finish it. The painting was supposed to be of Oakwald, a beautiful forest that extended for the whole expanse of the west of Terrasen. She hadn’t been at home for so long now, and all she wanted was a painting of how she remembered the forest to be. She wanted to capture its light, its life. She wanted it to look exactly how it was in her memory, but the colors never seemed right. Her fondness of the memory was becoming stained with that stupid canvas.

All she needed was the right palette.

And he had walked in a bar and sat by her side yesterday.

Her stranger was the literal embodiment of her memory, so much so that for a split second, Aelin had thought she had gone officially insane. His silver-grey hair was the exact shade of the sky on the cloudy mornings when she and her dad would go for a walk. Eyes a combination of a few shades of green and small specks of brown that reminded her of how the trees were. His demeanor was cold, and yet Aelin found him somehow so welcoming— just like she felt back at Oakwald, back home.

Her stranger had given her the thing she had needed for the past eighteen months, even if he hadn’t given her even his name.

Aelin was staring proudly at the now finished painting when the phone rang. She was glad her roommate wasn’t at home to witness her staring at the painting for that long like a crazy person, and honestly hoped it was Lysandra calling to ask if she wanted to go out and grab something to eat.

Or maybe it’s your stranger.

Aelin forced herself to shove every single spark of hope down until they were nothing more than cinders. To be honest, Aelin knew that she probably wouldn’t get a call from him. It was his first day in town, they both had been drunk, and, even though the sex had been great, her stranger didn’t seem like the dating type.

At least not the dating type with a woman who left his house unannounced at six in the morning after leaving him with no note other than her number that could potentially be wrong since said woman was already tipsy when she gave it to him.

A fucking shame.

“Hey.” Aelin said, putting the phone to her ear as she looked for her car keys. She wanted to be in the elevator by the time the word “eat” left Lys’s mouth.

“Is this Aelin?” A female voice she had never heard in her life asked, uncertainty and hesitation lacing every word.

Aelin withdrew the phone from her ear and looked at the unknown number.

Aelin rarely gave her phone number to strangers, and lately it had only been to…

Oh fucking shit.

He had a girlfriend?

Fuck fuck fuck.

“Hum, yes?” Aelin sounded as uncertain as the girl. “I’m sorry, but who is this?”

Maybe it wasn’t what she thought. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe—

“Do you know a Rowan?”

Well.

“Maybe?” Aelin wanted to bang her head against a wall. Almost seven months without touching a guy, and the first one in her way back to the land of the social people had a girlfriend. At least she knew his name now. Rowan seemed fitting, matched his appearance somehow. “Silver hair, green eyes, looks really pissed even when he’s sleeping?”

Please say no.

“Oh, yes.” The woman said, sounding… relieved? “I’m doctor Towers, and—“

“Doctor?” Aelin blurted out, all anger and nervousness being substituted for confusion. “Doctor?”

“Yes. Well, actually an intern since I’m still halfway through my first year here and—“

“I swear I mean no offense, but I am a little confused.” Aelin interrupted her after she started mumbling. “You’re Rowan’s girlfriend?”

“No!” The woman shouted loud enough that Aelin had to take the phone from her ear. “Gods, no. I thought you were his girlfriend.”

A moment of silence passed through the two women.

“What the fuck?” Was everything Aelin managed to say. She cleared her throat, mind trying to catch up with what was happening. “Why would you think that?”

“You’re the only contact on his phone.”

“I am?”

“You are.”

“I am.”

“You are.”

“I— Why are you calling me?” Aelin shook her head, her grip on her keys strong enough that started to be painful. She didn’t know if this was some type of joke her friends were pulling on her, or if Rowan was just some sick asshole that was fucking with her now that he had her number but she sure as hell wasn’t enjoying the experience.

“Well, you see.” She cleared her throat, voice tone becoming more serious, more professional. “Rowan was admitted into the Torre’s hospital a few hours ago. He was involved in an accident, and all the emergency contacts we could find are not in town as of now. I know it is not protocol, and I’m breaking so many rules here, but I went through his phone to see if I could find a contact of someone who was around. We didn’t know if his injuries were serious or not, but…”

Doctor Towers didn’t finish the sentence, and dread mixing with some type of anxiety started rolling inside Aelin’s stomach. “But?”

She didn’t respond the question, instead changing the subject. “You’re the only contact, Miss Aelin.”

Aelin slowly sat down, the dead silence of the apartment mixing with the expectant silence from Doctor Towers. She didn’t know the guy, didn’t even know his name until two minutes ago, and yet the image of the painting in the other room kept flashing in her mind, the colors in the canvas mixing with the colors she saw on his face. “I— Is he alive?”

“Yes, yes. He’s in surgery, I believe.” The initial apprehension came back to the woman’s voice. “I don’t know, actually. Again, just an intern. People don’t tell me much here.”

“And I suppose hiding somewhere after stealing a patient’s phone isn’t the best way to pick up on any information they might be sharing in the halls right now.” Aelin said, some amusement for the girl showing through her voice. “Where are you? Storage room?”

“Coma patient room.” Doctor Towers laughed nervously. “I thought I was helping.”

“It’s fine.” Aelin said even though she didn’t feel it.

The line went silent once more, and after a minute, Aelin said. “Well, bye, I guess.”

“Wait.” The doctor’s apprehensive voice sounded again. “Couldn’t you… Can you still come? Even if you’re just his friend?”

Aelin sat frozen on her chair. “I’m not his friend.”

“Oh.” She sounded disappointed. “Ok. Sorry. Have a great night, Miss Aelin.”

Before Aelin could respond, the call was ended.

—————

The first thing Rowan noticed when he opened his eyes was that he was not at the rented apartment he and the rest of his friends had gotten for the summer.

The lights were too white and too artificial, the bed too uncomfortable to be the same one he had slept the previous night.

And there was also the fact it felt as if he had been thrown from the top of a building, broken every single bone in the impact and, somehow, survived.

He tried opening his eyes a little bit more and acute pain shot to his brain.

Unfortunately. Unfortunately survived.

Shit, maybe he was in hell.

“I don’t know if the struggle is amusing or pathetic.” A low and sultry voice sounded from the left corner of the room. “Maybe try not staring directly into the light and then try opening your eyes.”

Rowan turned his head to where the soft voice had come from, pain burning his neck with the movement but he found himself incapable of not looking at her direction. But the woman was right, and Rowan managed to open his eyes enough to see her seating in one of those uncomfortable hospital chairs, legs crossed in front of her and fingers laced on top of her stomach.

Rowan mentally scratched his last thought. If he had actually died, that certainly was tilting a lot more towards heaven than hell even with the killing pain.

“Fuck, I think I died.” Rowan blurted out.

“I’ll pretend you just compared me to an angel, not to the devil.” She said, getting up and walking in his direction. Despite her hurt tone, she was smiling as she approached his bed. “It’s the least you could do after you ruined my perfectly perfect day. I was having a blast, you know?”

Hell, heaven, or Earth— it honestly didn’t fucking matter because the pain was the same, but her voice seemed to soothe his muscled, make the pain secondary to the pleasure of listening to her voice.

“Yeah?” Rowan rasped out, hoping she would continue talking.

“Oh, yeah.” She sat by the edge of the bed, straightening his sheets. The light wasn’t so blinding anymore, and he could see every detail on her face.

Heaven. Definitely heaven.

“I’m an artist, you know. Sculptor mostly, but I’m a decent painter. There’s this painting I’ve been trying to get done for over a year now, and today I did not only make progress I liked, but I also finished it. I thought today was going to be a terrible day, you know? Yesterday I found out my flight back home had been canceled and I would only be able to get another one by the end of summer, so I went to a bar and planned on getting drunk. Today was a day for tears and hangovers.”

“But?” Rowan asked automatically, all too focused on the woman sitting next to him.

She smiled, raising a hand to brush his hair from his face, fingers intertwining with the shoulder-length knots he most certainly had after whatever it was that had happened. She seemed too focused on her hand gently undoing the knots, but thankfully kept talking. “But I met this guy, you know? Definitely not from here, accent gave it away immediately. Also not from where I am from. Just that made him interesting enough. And,” she turned her eyes to him, eyes glinting with mischief. “Very, very fucking hot. That definitely made him even more interesting.”

“What a guy.” Rowan could feel some of the life coming back to his body, and even managed to weakly match the grin she had on her face.

“Oh, yes, what a guy. Fucked the hangover and artistic block right out of me. A hero, if you will.” Her grin extended into a smile, and she shook her head. “So imagine how ruined my day was when I got a call saying my amazing bar guy had been in a car accident.”

Rowan let out a broken laugh, his ribs screaming in pain when he did so. “So irresponsible of him.”

She assented solemnly. “And there I was, hoping he would have called me to go out on a date. I’m not picky but hospital is a huge downgrade from mind blowing sex in his expensive apartment.”

Rowan laughed again, not even caring about the pain. “I’m sure the guy would have asked you if you hand’t left the expensive apartment at the crackass of dawn without telling him.”

“And instead of calling he let his car be smashed by a fucking truck to get my attention? Tsk, tsk, tsk… Maybe I didn’t dodge a bullet with this idiot.”

Rowan’s lips were taken by a grin. “Well it worked, didn’t it?”

“Next time try something a little less dramatic.” She said, eyes narrowing but Rowan could see how she was trying to contain a smile.

“The girl really seemed into dramatics tho. Gave it away last night when she—“

“Since I didn’t know your name until your doctor called me, Rowan, I’ll save you the embarrassment of asking mine.” She interrupted him, slender fingers going from his hair to the top of his lips. “I’m Aelin.”

“Aelin.” He said against the finger sushing him. “May I ask how you got here?”

She blushed a little, taking the finger from his mouth and straightening her spine. “I was the only contact in your list. They called me.”

“Lost my phone in the airport yesterday and had to buy a new one. Still doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, small nose frowning. “You’re very talkative for someone who could barely open his eyes a few minutes ago.”

“Am I?” Rowan said, hoping to push some of her buttons. Consciousness had been coming back slowly, and Rowan certainly remembered every single detail. Remembered being pissed by losing his phone, impatient because he would have to wait two more days for his friends to arrive.

Remembered all the pissy and impatience leaving his body once he sat on the bar by the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had been quick-mouthed, with no filter, and absolutely hypnotizing. She wasn’t just fucking beautiful, but also funny, smart, and had the ability to make him forget every single thing that was making him irritated.

And the rest of the night… It was a shame Rowan was bedridden, he certainly wouldn’t mind reenacting last night again.

And again. And again.

And again.

Rowan had wondered earlier if she had been that amazing because he was drunk. The answer was obviously no.

Aelin pursed her lips, red coloring her cheeks. She cleared her throat, rolling her eyes. “The doctor guilty tripped me.”

“Yeah?” Rowan knew he was smiling like an idiot.

“She said you were in surgery and she didn’t know how serious.” Aelin finally looked him straight in the eyes, and Rowan noticed how beautiful hers were. “No one deserves to have no one in this situation. She said your friends were out of town, and the girl sounded desperate enough that it sounded as if you were fucking died. Again, no one deserves to die alone. Specially someone this good in bed.”

It took Rowan a second to understand everything she had just said. When the last sentence finally registered on his brain, Rowan laughed. Aelin shook her head, a small smile appearing again.

“Also, you’re the first guy I slept with in seven months. Letting you die alone seemed like bad luck.”

“I am honored you put so much consideration into coming to stay with me.”

“Shut it.”

“If it makes you feel less embarrassed—“

“I’m not embarrassed.”

“I would have come too. Make sure my best fuck wasn’t dead.”

“Awn, best fuck? You’ll make me tear up like this, Ro. So romantic.” Aelin pretended to clean fake tears the moment the doctor in darker scrubs and a few on lighter ones entered the room.

“Good to see you awake, Mr Whitethorn.” The man smiled at him, checking his charts. “It’s always good to see wives crying of happiness rather than sadness around here.”

“Of course.” Rowan agreed, turning to Aelin and raising an eyebrow.

“They wouldn’t let me stay if I wasn’t family.” She whispered low enough so that only Rowan would hear. Her face slowly broke into a grin, and she winked at him before turning to the doctor. “So he’ll be fine, right, doctor?”

Rowan had to bite his cheeks from laughing at how obviously fake she sounded, but no one other than him noticed. “Yes, yes. Other than a fracture to his right wrist, your husband is completely fine. Some bruising and soreness that painkillers can help, but nothing major. You two are free to enjoy your vacations when he’s discharged tomorrow.”

“Oh, great.” Rowan said, nodding seriously. “My wife here has just informed me that a hospital is no adequate place for a first date.”

All the people in the room laughed, thinking Rowan meant their first date in Antica.

Not their first date ever.

“I’ll leave you two. Anything you need, ask a nurse and they will page me.” The doctor in darker scrubs said, leaving the room with all the ones in lighter scrubs following.

“Where do you live?” Rowan asked the moment the doctor was out.

Aelin turned to him, fingers going back to his silver hair. “Have been living here for the past two years in an art internship. Going back to Orynth, Terrasen by the end of the summer.” She curled a strand around her finger before looking to his face. “You?”

“Have been and will continue to be a very happy resident of Orynth.” Rowan said, a smirk appearing on his lips. “Definitely happier after the summer.”

“Haven’t even asked me out and you’re already thinking about the end of the summer.” Aelin shook her head and clicked her tongue even though she was smiling. “No surprise you got into a car accident, so speedy.”

His smirk grew into a smile. “My dear wife, would you like to go on a date with me?”

She narrowed her eyes, taking her sweet, sweet time to answer. “I’ll think about it.”

“And, seeing how the doctor talked about all my grave injuries—“

“Grave.” She snorted.

“Do I get kisses to feel better?” Rowan’s tone was full of mockery and some laughter.

“If I kiss every place you’re hurting after being hit by a fucking truck, I think we’d be here for a long while.”

“You didn’t complain yesterday.”

Aelin half laughed, half snorted. Rolling her eyes, she bent forward, and even though she was trying very hard not to, Rowan could see the start of a smile just before she pressed her lips against his. They were sweeter and softer than he remembered, and despite the pain on his arms and specially on his right wrist, Rowan raised his hands and put them in her golden strawberry hair.

“One more thing.” He said against her mouth.

“Has anyone ever told you that you ask for too much?” Aelin said impatiently.

“As our situation is already as fucking weird as it’s gonna get—“

“You don’t say!” Aelin said, voice dripping with so much fake surprise Rowan couldn’t stop but smirk up at her.

“As our situation is already as fucking weird as it’s gonna get,” he repeated forcefully, eyes narrowing at her as her smile widened. “Tomorrow, when my friends arrive.”

“Yes?”

“Can you please still pretend you’re my wife?”

Aelin stared at him blankly for a moment before letting out a full, lovely laugh. The bed shook with her laughter, and Rowan joined her— a little weakly due to the pain, but joined her nonetheless. She bent down to kiss him again, nodding as she did so. “Of course. What type of person would I be if I didn’t help such injured person find some happiness in their lives?”

Rowan kissed her back, fingers playing with her hair. “So this means you’ll go out with me?”

“We’ll see.”

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euphoric | eren jaeger (6)

-> pairing: eren jaeger x f!reader

-> wc: 3.5k

-> warnings: swearing, angst if you squint, a bit of fluff, mentions of drinking

-> note: i’m so sorry for the late update guys, i’ve been having writers block and i didn’t really know how to continue this fic. BUT i love it too much so bear with me. thank you all for being so patient.

you woke up to the comfort of your bed, sitting up slowly as you were slightly confused at how you’d arrived here. the sound of your fan echoed quietly throughout your room as you checked your phone, seeing that it was around 3:30 in the morning.

the sluggish feeling of a hangover was prominent as you made your way over to the bathroom, looking into the mirror as you walked over to the toilet. your makeup was taken off, but who did it? who brought you back home? all you remembered from the hours prior was dancing with this guy named reiner and sitting outside on the curb of the street.

once you finished in the bathroom, you entered your room, grabbed one of your favorite sweatshirts before heading into the kitchen. your throat was a bit dry and head pounding from the alcohol you had consumed earlier that night.

the apartment was quiet, you made the assumption that sasha had not made it home yet. knowing her, she was probably out and having some fun with niccolo. you reached up to the cabinet and got a hold of a glass before turning on the tap for some cold water, filling the cup up about three quarters of the way and putting in some ice.

just as you were about to leave and head back off to bed, you noticed that there were a pair of shoes that you knew weren’t yours or sasha’s over by the door to your apartment. who would leave a pair of shoes at someones house and then leave? or maybe they didn’t?

you walked over to the placemat near the door and looked at the shoes, unsure of who they could belong to. your head was throbbing, it seemed to be too much brainpower to think and figure out who’s shoes they were. your body ached as you made the decision to fret about the shoes later and made your way back into your bedroom when you walked by the couch to see a body out cold. you took a quick glance, brushing it off because chances are, it could be sasha who came home and passed out on the couch.

just as you were about to exit the room and head to your bedroom, it struck you that the body on the couch looked nothing like sasha. to get a better look, you walked back into the living room and looked over to the couch.

“eren?”

he jolted up from his slumber to see you looking over at him from behind the couch with a glass of water in your hand, clearly confused and annoyed to see him on laying there.

“what the hell are you doing here?” you were pissed off, who does he think he is to sleep in your home? you didn’t even want to see him, you remembered only bits and pieces of what happened a few hours prior at the party; for example, him and historia.

eren was confused on why you were upset with him, he was the one who brought you back. maybe the amount of alcohol you had was too much and he was going to have to tell you the story once again.

“y/n, just listen. please?” he asked, sitting up on the couch, eyes pleading you to let him share what he had to say. part of you wanted to kick him out and not even hear what he had to say, but you had been so stressed the past week that you knew that you had to hear what he had to say. your lack of response urged him to continue speaking as you sat down on the opposite edge of the couch.

“so, to start,” he cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair, “i have no idea who the girl was who texted me, i don’t save anyone’s numbers unless they’re important to me. i haven’t been seeing anyone ever since you gave me a chance. do you really think i’d want to fuck up with you?”

you pondered his question for a moment, eren had made it clear in the past that he wanted this to work but you were still nervous about it. sasha had warned you about his past but he seemed intent on making you realize that he wasn’t going to be like that anymore.

“no, you wouldn’t.” you sighed, setting your glass down on the side table before turning back over to him.

“then why’d you get so upset?” his voice quiet as he looked into your eyes. even in moments like these, he still managed to get you flustered and you hated him for that.

“eren, how would you react if you saw a text from a guy on my phone saying something like that? of course you’d be upset, like any normal person would.” you glared at him before regaining your composure.

“well, yeah -” he began before you cut him off.

“then why do you do it?” you blurted out.

“do what?”

“treat girls like this! talk them up and then get in their pants and then leave? does it boost your ego or something? does it make you feel good? i don’t know if i can believe that you haven’t seen anyone else, why would she text you out of the blue like that? why can’t you just be honest with me?” all these questions that had been filling your mind for the last week just kept coming out as eren sat there, clearly dumbfounded.

“do you really wanna know?” eren said softly, looking away to hide his face.

“yes, i do actually.” you said matter-of-factly.

“it’s because of my dad.” he sighed, bringing his head in his hands as you gave him an unconvinced look. eren had told you about the drama with his family in the past, about how his father had a previous marriage and then married eren’s mom carla. he also told you that grisha was never really home but he didn’t tell you the reason for that. “so you know how my dad had a previous marriage? he remarried to my mom and then after that was never really at the house, he was always out. as a kid, i thought he was just doing it because of work, like he said. but every time he would leave, it was so easy to read the hurt and distrust on my mom’s face.”

“okay, so what are you implying?” all the possible things that grisha could be doing flowed through your head, but the most obvious answer stayed prominent in your mind.

“even though he said that he was out doing his job, he was out fucking around with other women. what’s even worse is that i had no idea about this until my parents got a divorce and mom told be about what he was up to.” your heart sank at this information. you hadn’t met eren’s mom before but he always spoke so highly of her and come to think of it, he never really talked about his dad.

“oh, eren, i’m so sorry.” you whispered, moving closer to him on the couch as if to give him a sense of comfort.

“nah, you don’t need to apologize. i’m not trying to guilt trip you either but it’s just after that, i got with so many girls to hide away the fact that i was hurt and betrayed by my dads actions. i love my mom so much and to find out what he was doing to her, it made me emotionless in some ways, sex was really the only way that would take my mind off of things. and what’s even worse, some of the girls got attached to me and i couldn’t do that so i ended up ghosting them, i think that’s why that girl texted me.”

“wow, yeah, that’ll do it to you. i’m really sorry though, i had no idea that your dad was seeing other women while he was with your mom,” you said quietly, looking over to him. “but it wasn’t right to do that to those other girls, using them to forget about your problems isn’t okay, eren.”

“fuck, yeah, i know.” he groaned, throwing his head back on the back of the couch. “i feel horrible about it. but then you came along and i started to catch feelings so i swore off other girls to focus my full attention onto you.”

“i appreciate that, but what about historia? i thought you said that you were done with her, why were you with her earlier?” your voice unwavering as you asked him this question. you weren’t intimidated by her, but you were merely confused why eren said that he was done talking and hanging around her and then to see him with her at the party.

“didn’t i tell you?” you shook your head at his comment, maybe you didn’t remember. “i told you earlier about why i was with her, maybe you were a bit too drunk to remember but i can say it again. “well, i was talking to historia about it because i wanted to know what to do and how to work things out with you, but if it bothers you and makes you uncomfortable, i won’t do it again.”

coming to think of it, it all made sense. there was nothing really suspicious going on between the two when you walked over to them in the hours prior. what hurt more is that he lied and said that he didn��t talk to her anymore and to find him standing with her made you feel like you were being fucked around with.

“thanks but it’s just the fact that you lied to me. you told me that the two of you had stopped talking and then seeing you were with her, made me extremely anxious and i felt betrayed.” eren stayed silent at your remark, he knew that you were right, he had told you that the two of them had stopped talking. “look, historia is a nice person, i like her and i want to hopefully become friends with her in the future. but can you not lie to me? i don’t care if you guys are friends but just tell me the truth, okay? i don’t want to see something and then make assumptions based on that information.”

“i’m sorry y/n. i promise you, i only see her as a friend and she sees me as one too. she even has a girlfriend but regardless, it wasn’t right to be there with her. it wasn’t smart of me.” he apologizes, turning his body towards yours.

although part of you still wanted to bicker about his actions, his apology was sincere. he clearly had no intentions of treating you like those other girls in the past and you felt bad for them too. you knew that even though eren had told you that he only wanted you, he was going to have to prove himself as well.

“you know, i’m going to forgive you but you’re gonna have to prove that you don’t want anyone else because i won’t let myself be hurt like i was throughout this past week. do you know how stressed i was? i literally wasn’t coming out of my room,” you retorted, remembering how you felt not even a couple days ago.

“i fucked up, but i’m willing to do everything to make it better, i can assure you of that.” he gave you a apologetic smile as he took your hands in his, eren wanted to make this work. for the first time in his life he felt compelled to make this relationship with you healthy and pursue it. his eagerness surprised you, but you only smiled at him.

“we can start over, but please don’t do that again, okay? just tell me the truth first when things similar to this happen. i was pretty depressed for the whole week.” you yawned, the feeling of exhaustion overtaking you as you stood up slowly from the couch.

“yeah, of course. i was pretty stressed out too, but i’m sorry for putting you through that, y/n. it won’t happen ever again,” eren promises you as he gets up from his position on the couch, standing in front of you.

part of you wanted to reach out and hug him, because yes, you did miss him. but the other part of you thought that it wasn’t smart considering everything that happened. in this conversation, you realized that you and eren went into a relationship way too quickly. although you knew that you wanted to be with him, you had to set some boundaries first before that happened again. eren also needed to prove to you that he truly meant what he had said, you didn’t want to go through that again.

you gave eren a small smile before both of you went silent, knowing that neither one wanted to go back to being what you were before or even worse, strangers. but there had to be work done in order for this to work out for the two of you.

you and eren stood there in awkward silence before eren cleared his throat as if he were going to try and start another conversation. he had one question that was driving him crazy in his mind, he had to know your answer.

“so, how do you know reiner?” eren asks you, choking on his words as he didn’t want to sound too nosy, but in all truth, he wanted to know your answer. reiner had always been a friend to eren, but there was un unspoken rivalry between the two of them. eren just wanted to make sure that you weren’t interested in him, as he had seen you dancing with reiner earlier.

“oh i don’t actually, i kinda forced him to dance with me once sasha went over to niccolo.” you chuckled, remembering how ecstatic sasha was with seeing him. “why’d you ask?”

“oh, uh, no reason,” he said nervously, bringing his hand back behind his neck as he turned away from you slightly, not wanting you to see his slightly tinted cheeks.

“is the eren jaeger getting jealous?” you teased, poking his forearm as you tried to get a reaction out of him. it was cute seeing him like this, it made you realize how much you missed him during this past week.

“oh my god, no! i was just curious on how you knew him!” eren groaned, looking back over to you, seeing as you were trying hard to keep yourself together before laughing at eren’s remark. seeing you smile and seeing you happy made his heart warm in a way that he had missed. with every girl that eren knew or was on his list of bodies, none of them made him feel the way you did. “what’s so funny?”

“nothing!” you sighed, catching your breathe and looking back over to him. “‘just thought it was cute how you got jealous over something like that.”

eren gave you a small ‘hmph’ before crossing his arms in a playful manner before dropping the act, giving you his signature smile. “yeah, yeah.”

you hated him for it, the way his smile could make your face heat up and the feeling of butterflies in your stomach, if only he knew that the smallest things made your feelings for him grow.

“so do you need a ride home? i can order you an uber,” you offered, pointing in the direction of your room to where your phone was located. “it’s the least i can do since you went out of your way to bring me home.”

“don’t worry about it, i didn’t want you getting in the car with some creep since you were pretty drunk.” he told you as he headed over to the door to slip his shoes on before grabbing the door handle. “i also drove here, so there’s no need.”

“okay, are you sure?” you asked him, walking over to the door to see him out.

“yeah, it’s no biggie, i promise.” he chuckled, standing up straighter as he opened the door.

“alright,” you said quietly, leaning up against the wall next to him. “i’ll see you soon?”

“for sure, text me.” he gives you a soft smile, as he ties his hair back into a lose man bun.

“okay,” you whispered, not wanting to be too loud since your door was now open as you returned the smile. you stared at him for a moment, pondering on what you should do next and whether it was appropriate to do.

eren gave you a small nod before exiting through the door when you grabbed his arm and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, leaving him dumbfounded.

“text me when you get home.” you told him as you shut the door gently, leaving eren standing in front of your apartment in shock. he was somewhat surprised by your action, but he knew and so did you, that this was going to be a new start for the two of you.

you were somewhat proud of yourself for not running back to him completely. as much as you wanted to, starting from the beginning is going to be good for the two of you. there wasn’t much that you were worried about, aside from the fact that the two of you had an insanely high sex drive.

people have sex early in relationships all the time, right? not that it mattered when you and eren had sex again, but it’s effort that you’re worried about. what if after the two of you have sex again, he becomes bored and gets a text like that again? you knew that he wouldn’t because he told you so, but the thought still lingered in your mind.

meanwhile, eren was driving back to his place, glad that he had told you what had happened and the truth about his actions. he had been nervous for your reaction to his words as he had not really planned to tell you at 4:00 in the morning, but surprisingly, you were willing to listen and understand what he had to say.

as the music played softly in the background of his car, eren drowned himself in his thoughts and realized that he was truly grateful to be given this chance to try again. although he’d told you before, and he’d say it again and again, he cares about you too much to let this go to waste; he’d do everything he could to prove to you that he was worthy for you.

upon arriving home, eren was exhausted, physically and mentally after this past week. after changing into some comfortable sleeping clothes and brushing his teeth, eren finally got into the comfort of his bed, sighing at the cushiony feeling of the mattress. he could feel his eyes flutter closed as it came to his attention how tired he really was.

he made sure to send you a quick text, letting you know that he’d made it back home safely. your lack of response proved to him that you were probably fast asleep since he had surprised you with being on your couch in the middle of the night.

with that, he turned on his side and attempted to fall asleep, a small smile appearing on his face.

you woke up in the late hours of the morning with the urge to use the bathroom once again. once you finished, you peered into sasha’s room, finding her completely passed out in the bed. she must’ve arrived in earlier and did a pretty good job of not waking you up. you were going to have to tell her how you got home eventually and the conversation you had with eren.

just as you plopped back into bed, you peered over to your phone and saw the text that eren had sent you to inform you that he arrived back at his place safe and sound. you clicked the little heart button on the text, showing that you were glad that he made it. you felt yourself smiling at this small action before catching yourself and setting your phone down beside you on the bed.

eren was always going to be an important person in your life, there was no doubt. but if you lost him, you wouldn’t know what’d you’d do.

just as you were about to get out of bed, your phone buzzed as a text message went through. curious at who it was from, and what it was about, you opened your phone, giggling at the text.

“this boy,” you chuckled, shaking your head as you got up and prepared a text back.

eren jaeger

so are you free tomorrow night?

i wanna take you on a date

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beskarhearts · 4 years ago

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Sigil (Din Djarin x reader)

Connection series Pt. 5

Pairing: Din Djarin x reader (no use of Y/N)

Warnings: cursing, super small mention of family members passing away, small mention of sex

Word count: a little over 3.8K

Summary: Din runs off in the middle of the night, leaving you very annoyed until he reveals why he left.

Notes: I hope you all enjoy this next part! Let me know what you think. I am also going to start a Tag List for this series so let me know if you would like to be a part of it!

Tag List: @ilikethoseodds @dindaddy @poguesvixen

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You are going to kill Din Djarin.

Okay. Maybe not kill him. That is a wee bit of an exaggeration. But you were definitely going to grill him once he got back from wherever he was.

First, Din had landed you on Navarro, avoiding all questions about why he was there and simply stating that he had “Mandalorian stuff” to do. You would like to think you knew Din pretty well at this point and while he was quiet and still getting used to having a person who cared about where he was going, “Mandalorian stuff” was vague, even for him.

You had tried pestering him about it with questions (”What is Mandalorian stuff?” “Are you part of a cult and that’s why I can’t know?” “Can the kid and I come?”) You hoped that would just annoy him and make him tell you what he was doing. But nope.

So you guys had landed on Navarro that afternoon and you had expected Din to leave and do whatever secretive “Mandalorian stuff” he had to do. But he didn’t. He just sat around with you and the kid, and when you asked him why he wasn’t doing his stuff, he said it wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow.

Ready until tomorrow. What did that mean? Was this some new weapon? Or maybe new Mandalorian armor? You had no clue and you spent all day wondering about it. You weren’t a very patient person and the curiosity was killing you.

So instead of Din doing whatever he had to do, he had stayed inside the Crest with you and the kid. And that part was kind of nice. At one point, the both of you were sitting on the floor of the hull of the Crest, watching the child as he waddled around with a toy, babbling nonsense. You both were sat so close to each other and you just knew that if Din wasn’t wearing all the body armor, you’d feel his body heat and your skin would be touching his. You two had talked for hours about this or that. Not anything of much importance. Just silly little conversations.

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Does it ever stink in that armor of yours?”

“Are you going to admit yet that I am your best friend?” (He had grumbled to that one and you couldn’t quite make out the words, but you took it as a yes.)

It had been like that for hours and it was so nice, so normal. Like you two weren’t always running away from something. Like you three were just a family.

But that thought, the thought of you three as a family, led you down a bit of a rabbit hole. You could safely say at this point that you and Din were friends. Very close friends in your opinion. You could easily say the closest friend you had ever had. And while you knew you were his friend, you still weren’t sure where you fit with him and the child sometimes. You knew him and the child shared a special bond and even though the man never referred to himself as the kids’ father, you knew deep down that he look at him as his son and would do anything to protect him. And that warmed your heart because you were sure love was a hard emotion for a man like him to feel or express, especially a man sworn to a creed that strips him of individuality and expression. But you knew without any doubts that he loved that little green creature with all his heart. And while the kid couldn’t speak, you could see how much he loved his father: the way he reached out for him, cooed when he entered the room, and how his big eyes looked up at him. The two of them were a clan. They were a family.

And in his clan of two, his family of two, you didn’t know where you fit exactly. You knew the child was fond of you. And you cared for the little guy deeply, knowing you’d do anything to protect him. You loved to talk to him when Din was busy, sharing little smiles and giggles that neither of you necessarily understood. You don’t know if the kid understood the concept of family, though you wouldn’t be surprised with how smart he was, but you would like to think he saw you as family. And you wouldn’t dare try to overstep your boundaries and refer to yourself at the kid’s mother or anything, but you felt this maternal bond with him. When you held him in your arms, you felt more connected to him than anybody else. Except Din.

Din was harder to read. You knew he cared for you. He had proven that time and time again. And some times the respect and compassion he showed you was overwhelming. You couldn’t think of anyone besides your family who had made you feel so seen, so safe, so... loved? But you had been wracking your brain over one thought lately, especially ever since yesterday evening when his fingers had danced along your skin.

Was this just a friendship? Because if it were up to you, you’d consider the Mandalorian family. But you didn’t know where Din stood. What did he see you as? Because you hoped so badly he saw you the same. And maybe there was even a smaller part of you that you had stuffed away, that hoped maybe there a little more. That he had grown as fond of you as you had for him.

But right now you were not feeling very fond of the man of beskar and you were only thinking (and worrying) about where he was.

He had said his “Mandalorian stuff” wouldn’t be ready until tomorrow, so he couldn’t be there. He hadn’t mentioned meeting anyone else or stopping somewhere, and even if he had, why would he do it in the middle of the night? You had checked outside all around the ship and where you had landed. You checked the cockpit, thinking maybe he had decided to leave Navarro. You even checked the refresher, hoping he was taking a weird midnight shower. But you just felt yourself get more and more annoyed when he didn’t turn up anywhere.

The two of you didn’t live the type of lives where one of you could just disappear. He was a bounty hunter, one who probably had a few people who wouldn’t mind killing him. You also had a whole Empire who weren’t particularly fond of him after he took the child. And the Mandalorian and you had mostly confined yourselves to the ship since you joined, but you couldn’t imagine he would leave without telling you.

You paced around the tiny ship, wondering where to go from there. You could go into the city with the kid, but that was risky, and you were a way out from it, meaning if he came back while you were gone, you’d be putting him in the same position you were in. Serves you right, you thought. But he didn’t take the kid and you knew if he came back to ship and the kid wasn’t there, he’d probably kill anyone he saw until he got him back. Taking him into a city you didn’t know also wasn’t the greatest idea.

But you were lost. You didn’t know where you were really, where he was, how long he had even been gone for. Your mind was racing. Maybe he was meeting someone he knew here, like a friend. But why would he meet a friend in the middle of the night and not tell you? Unless it wasn’t a friend but a woman or companion of some sort. Oh Maker. Were Mandalorians even allowed to be in relationships? Or have... sex?

Now that was not the right thing to think about because now you felt sick at the idea of Din’s hands, the hands that had touched your skin, touching someone else.

Nope. Nope. Nope. You couldn’t think about that right now. So instead your mind moved on to something even worse. What if he was dead or had been attacked or something? You would of thought that you would hear something like that but you also thought the sound of the door opening would wake you up, but it didn’t. The only reason you had woken up was because the child started screaming. Usually Din slept with the kid close to him so he would deal with it, but when the kids screaming continued on and on, you knew something was wrong.

But then all your worries vanished and were replaced by annoyance and anger.

Nevermind, you decided, you were going to kill him.

The door to the Razor Crest lowered and you watched as the Mandalorian walked inside, his helmet looking directly at you. You stood completely still in the middle of the hull, feeling the anger radiate off your skin. And you hoped Din could feel it too. “You son of a bitch.” you hissed.

Din walked in, closing the hatch again, and then had the audacity to stare back at you and say nothing, with his cocky little hip jutted out like always. His visor stared straight back at you, like he hadn’t disappeared for who knows how long without telling you. “You are supposed to be asleep.” he said clearly through his mask, his voice deep and distorted.

You scoffed. “Din Djarin, you are unbelievable. So, it’s okay for you to run off in the middle of the night because I am supposed to be asleep?!” Your words echoed in the ship and you felt your heart racing. You were furious but you also felt relief at the sight of your Mandalorian back in the ship, back to the place you now called home.

“Calm down-”

“Ohhhh, buddy, do not tell me to calm down. For all I know, you could have been dead in a ditch somewhere. Somebody could have been looking for the kid.” You watched as Din didn’t move an inch, his hip still cocked out and it wasn’t until then that you noticed a small pouch in his right hand. You waved your hand at it wildly. “Oh, sir, you better hope to the Maker that whatever is in the bag was so unbelievably worth it because I’m not even close to being done yelling at you. Is that the ‘Mandalorian stuff’ that wasn’t ready yet? Let me guess, it was magically ready in the middle of the night?”

“If I had told you I was leaving, you would have insisted on coming.” He said with a sigh escaping his lips. You imagined underneath the helmet, he was probably rolling his eyes at your dramatics.

“Yes! If you had told me you had to leave the ship in the middle of the night, I would have come because I’m here for you! You wouldn’t let me leave on my own and I won’t let you either! ” You felt your heart clench at the idea of him by himself. You know he lived a whole life on his own before you came along. You know he was an incredibly skilled bounty hunter - the best as far as you were concerned. But if something had happened and your presence could have helped in anyway and you weren’t there… You don’t know how you would have lived with that plaguing you.

“Listen, I had to go get something and you couldn’t come with me, sweet one.” You got even more annoyed at the use of the nickname because it almost, almost made you melt.

“Oh, don’t use that cute little nickname now.” You shook your head and pointed a finger at him. “What was it? Some super-secret Mando thing that I couldn’t possibly see because of your precious damn creed? Cause I am just a mere normal human and I couldn’t be exposed to something so-”

“Can you stop talking for a minute?” He interrupted roughly, annoyance dripping off his modulated words. You finally stopped talking, stiffening up as he walked towards you. “It was for you. I was going to give it to you in the morning, but since you are so eager to know, here.”

He tossed the pouch in your directions and you caught it in both hands. It was small but there was a little weight to it, more than you expected. You look down at the pouch, the strings of it drawn together so you couldn’t see the inside. You looked back up at Din as he stepped towards you a little more, his helmet angled down to look at your expression of shock you saw reflected in his visor. You felt the anger you had for him mere minutes ago dissipate and gaped up at him. “What is it?” you felt yourself stupidly mutter, even though the item was in your hand.

“It is a…” you heard Din pause as if searching for a word, until he finally settled on one, “gift.”

“You… you got me a gift?” Your chest filled with warmth at the idea that this man left in the middle of the night to go get you a gift to wake up to in the morning. You suddenly felt stupid for yelling at him (although he should have warned you). You hadn’t been given a gift in so long. You weren’t a material person and you assumed Din wasn’t either, so if he had gone out of his way for a gift, it must of been for a reason.

“If I knew a gift would make you stop talking, I would have gotten you way more by now.” A husky breath was let out, one you could tell was a laugh passing through the modulator.

The corner of your lips quirked in a lopsided small smile, but you playfully narrowed your eyes at Din, staring into his visor like they were a pair of eyes. “For your information, you would be so dreadfully bored if I stopped talking.” You heard a small hum through his helmet, not necessarily agreeing with your words but not arguing against them either. It was moments like these where you felt little connections form between you and Din. They were small but you know he didn’t experience moments like these with other people often, nor did you for that matter. “Is this the ‘Mandalorian stuff’ that wasn’t ready?”

“I couldn’t tell you that it was for you. Then you really wouldn’t have stopped asking me questions. You are very persistent.”

You let out a chuckle. “I know. It’s part of my charm.” You flashed a smile at him as he shook his head. You looked back down at the bag that was still clasped in your hands. You were happy about the gift, but it was also awkward. You haven’t been given a gift in so long. You didn’t really know what to do.

You looked back up at your Mando and noticed he hadn’t moved, still looking down at you. He’s waiting for you to open it, idiot. You suddenly realized you had been standing with the bag in your hand for a while when you began to fumble your fingers to the strings, drawing the pouch open. You reached a couple fingers into the small opening and felt a rope of sorts. You latched onto it and pulled it out.

Your breath caught in your throat immediately as your fingers held the object up for you to see. It was a rope tied off in a loop, with a charm of shorts attached to the bottom. But it wasn’t just a charm, it was a sigil, identical to the one worn around the child’s neck. It was a horned creature, a kyrbe is what you recalled it being if you were right. It was a beautiful silver grey color that look eerily similar...

“It’s... is it beskar?” You gasped out, looking back up at the visor and seeing your own stupid, gawking expression looking back down on you.

“Um, yeah. I took a bit from my old armour and went to the armorer. She was able to make it for me...” his voice trailed off but he still looked down at you, standing in the same position. If he didn’t have the helmet on, his face would be so close. You’d probably feel his breath fan down on your face, you’d be able to reach up and touch his cheek...

“But, beskar is valuable. You could’ve used it for something important.” You were almost whispering at this point, looking back down at the necklace in your hand. You weren’t one for dresses or jewelry but the item had become one of your most prized possessions in a matter of seconds.

“I did.” was all the Mandalorian responded with.

And with that, your heart melted. You looked up at your Mandalorian with pure adoration in your eyes. “Din, I...I don’t know what to say...”

“I just...umm...” If the moment weren’t so special, you’d want to chuckle at the mighty Mandalorian stumbling over his own words. You don’t think you’ve ever heard his do so. He was always so clear and direct. You heard a loud sigh escape his mouth and he dropped his hands from his hips to his side. “Listen, I don’t know much about family. I lost my parents when I was young and after that all I knew was the creed. But, you and the child... I think you are the closest thing to a family I’ve had. You mean a lot to me. ”

You felt your breath hitch in your throat at his confession. You knew Din didn’t do this often. You don’t even know if he had done something like this for someone ever before, besides the child. You couldn’t see his face but you saw Din. You saw the human being he was behind the armor and the man he was. And he was such a good man. A kind, smart, caring man who did so much to make sure the child and you felt like you belonged.

“I gave the child a necklace like this because we were a clan of two. But, now we are a clan of three.” He didn’t need to explain the importance of that sentence to you. You knew immediately what it meant and that his clan, your clan, was a family. It was small but it was full of respect and... love.

“Din...I...” you looked at him standing before you and did the only thing you could think to do in the moment when any words you could think to say felt so dismal. You wrapped your arms around his waist, and yes you were met with cool beskar metal against your skin and clothes. You pressed your face against the beskar plate on his chest and closed your eyes, trying to commit the moment to memory so you could look back on it during dark times.

You almost worried for a second that you had stepped too far and ruined the moment, until you felt two arms wrap around your body. They were strong and wrapped around your back, pressing your body against him and you swear you could hear a small hitch in his breath through the modulator. In that moment, you stood in the middle of the small ship that had become your home, with your arms wrapped around the only person in the world who you’d learn to trust and open yourself to since your family passed away.

You held on tightly to the man and he did the same. You had wondered what it was like to be held by him and now you knew. It was one of the best feelings you could think of. He was so strong and he felt like it. He felt like someone who could console you and who you could lean on.

“I absolutely love it.” You whispered it under your breath, not even sure if he heard it until you heard a small “good” whispered out by Din.

You eventually pulled away from Din, wishing you could stay hugging him but not wanting to make him uncomfortable. You looked back down to the necklace, rolling it in your hands when you noticed an etching on the back. “Cyar’ika?”

You looked back up at the helmet that still faced you. “Oh, I had her etch that. It means friend in Mando’a.

You raised an eyebrow, feeling confusion fill your mind. “I thought friend was burc’ya.”

“Since when do you know Mando’a?” You couldn’t tell if the words were said with sarcasm or with an air of discomfort.

“Sometimes I hear you talk to the kid in it. I like to listen to it...” you suddenly clam up, feeling your confession bring heat to your cheeks. “It just... sounds nice. I-I like the sound of it.”

You both fall silent, standing inches apart from each other and not saying a word. Nobody moves until you pull the necklace around your neck, not sure what else to do. You feel the cool metal against your chest, and it reminds you of the man standing before it. It makes you feel warm and fills you with a sense of belonging. Having it against your skin, close to your heart... it makes all the sense in the world to you.

Dins finger reached out slowly, grabbing the necklace real quick and you felt his fingers brush your chest. He held it in his hand, looking down at it, and let out a little hum. “It looks good.”

He let it drop back down and you smiled up at him. “Who knew you had great taste in jewelry?”

Another laugh escaped the man’s lips. “We should probably go to sleep now.” You see the man of beskar turn, walking towards the refresher when your words suddenly stop him.

“Wait, you never answered my question. What does burc’ya mean then if cyar’ika is friend?” You feel so much confusion. You swear you heard Din say burc’ya once and when you asked him what it meant, he said friend. You don’t think you’ve ever heard cyar’ika before, the word seems foreign.

“We’ll talk about it later. Good night.” He turns again.

“But-”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“Fine but you are telling me later. And it better not mean something like pain in my ass or ‘one who never shuts up’.” You quirk your eyebrows, letting out a small laugh at your joke.

Din let out another sigh. “Goodnight, sweet one.”

“Thank you, Din. I love it.” You say before he slips away, clutching the sigil in your palm.

You see the Mandalorian pause but he doesn’t turn back to look at you again. He just says “I’m glad” before disappearing into the refresher.

You looked back down at the sigil on your neck with a soft smile. It was so nice to feel a part of something. A part of a family. But it wasn’t just a family. It was Din. Your Din.

This was man who made you feel things you hadn’t felt since you were a girl. A man who made your stomach flutter and your hands shake. A man who showed you gentleness and compassion. A man who gave you a warm feeling in your chest when you saw him.

And you realized something.

This must be what falling in love feels like.

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quirklessidiot · 4 years ago

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Title: coward :: coming clean Pairing: Y/N x Miya Atsumu Genre: angst, romance, and very slow burn [ex to lovers au] Warnings: Cursing, alchohol, mentions of unprotected sex, unplanned pregnancy, and mentions of abortion

Synopsis: You try to push him away from you but he isn’t taking any of it, the much long-awaited confrontation is there but you’re still finding a way out.

notes:

have yall seen the new season?? mY FUCKING HEART MAN NSNDNND it got me so stoked i literally wrote something about kita after that trailer skdjjdm kita is so underrated. I love him.

also, a huge thank you for the 200+ followers. Ma’am i literally only had this tumbler a month ago and im already celebrating a lot of milestones, hence i present you a more angsty chapter! I hope you’ll love it <3

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“You’re on gossip sites.”

“Tsum-tsum, why are you so close to L/N-san? I thought you hated her.”

“Riku-chan’s calling me-”

“Everyone shut up.” The setter throws the ball on the ground, “It’s not what it fucking looked like.”

“Can we talk, ‘tsumu?” Osamu’s voice resonates the most and Miya Atsumu knows where this is going already by the sound of it. He was surprised to see his brother come by today but when he sees why, he takes it back.

No wonder.

He follows him to the quieter side of the gym, he notices the tense air between them and he knows what's about to follow. He hopes that Osamu does this quickly, he has to practice well since he needs to impress those brats when the game comes up and try to let them have their eyes on him and not on Tobio and Shoyo.

“What the hell are you thinking?” His brother growls, “You have a fucking girlfriend. Y/N has kids and is very much in love with the dead guy who isn’t yo-”

“Why the fuck are you all getting up my ass when its about Y/N?” he suddenly cuts his brother off, eyes narrowed and jaw clenched, “It's been that way since you met her eight years ago. Just tell me that you didn’t like her from the start. You didn’t like her because she was different.”

“I didn’t like her because she wasn’t good for you.” the grey-haired twin barked back in reply, “In case ya don’t remember, You were a fucking mess after she left, Atsumu. You were almost not able to make it into the jackals because of what she did!”

Osamu wasn’t calling him by his nickname anymore, it seemed that the weight of the situation was too serious for him.

“Well, I’m here now aren’t I?”

“And you’re getting involved with her again. Can’t you give it a fucking rest already?”

“No.”

“Miya Atsumu.” He glowered, grabbing his brother by the collar of his jersey, “Don’t throw a good woman and your career away for someone like her.”

“I’m not throwing shit, ‘samu.” He hissed, slapping his hand away but before he could walk out, the younger twin grabs him and yanks him back, swinging a fist right at his face. The team members of the black jackals are immediately thrown into panic and chaos with what’s happening. Hinata and Bokuto grabs onto Osamu restraining him from damaging the setter even more while Shion and Meian hold back the blonde setter from throwing a punch, “Stop acting like a fuckin’ brat, ‘tsumu.” The twin yelled while Atsumu flipped him off with a middle finger, clearly showing no signs of restraint.

Sakusa remains far from them and snorts underneath his breath, completely indifferent, “Fuckin’ idiots.”

The twins end up at the infirmary right after, Atsumu lets out a heavy sigh as he recalls the feeling of his brothers fist. They’ve never fought this bad since high school and Osamu was never one to be triggered easily.

This just showed how grave the situation was.

A curtain separates them both as they lay on their separate beds, “You’re stupid, ‘tsumu.” Osamu calls out his twin as he lays on the bed of the infirmary, a patch on his forehead and a bandaged hand. Atsumu, on the other hand, has a busted lip and swollen cheek.

“I’m not fucking five, ‘samu and whatever you saw in that picture wasn’t what it looked like.”

“But you still love her very much.”

Silence ensued between the pair and Osamu breaks it off with a long sigh, “Ya gonna be some scrub that chases after her again or something? Break off with your girlfriend right now who looks and acts better than her-”

“Stop.” Atsumu cuts his brother off, sitting up to open the curtain to face him head on, “so, so what if I still like her? So what if I want to break off with Riku and be with her and try to take that bastards place?”

“Yer outta your mind.”

“It’s my fuckin’ life.”

“It is but I’m not watching you throw yourself away for that woman.” Osamu paused, “Just what the fuck do you see in her? She feels nothing for ya, even when you dated-”

“Now that’s a fucking lie.” Atsumu defended you, eyes glowering right at his twin, “You didn’t see how Y/N would take care of me whenever we were alone. You don’t see how selfless she was most of the time and how she doesn’t expect me to be some character that everyone expects, shit, you don’t even see how she’d patiently sit down and just listen me babble off about how bad my day was when I didn’t even know she was from a fucking bad family with a bad life back then!”

Atsumu is panting from that long explanation and he’s shaking because why couldn’t they see it? Why couldn’t they see how much you tried back then? How relationships were so out of your comfort zone but you force yourself to try it because he asked you too. He feels sick, he feels sick that they couldn’t see. That they could only see the tip of the iceberg.

“Yet she doesn’t feel the same for you.” Osamu points out, “Not anymore. So stop clinging onto her with those past memories of yours and move on, ‘tsumu. Fuckin’ suck it up, life isn’t fair.”

“Nope, don’t wanna.”

“ ‘tsumu-”

“I-I’m breaking up with Riku. I want Y/N back in my life, I want her. I-I’ve never wanted anything so badly since volleyball, ‘samu. If I have to wait again, shit, I-I don’t fucking mind.”

Osamu sees the glint of conviction in his eyes and lets out another hefty sigh, god, he feels like he’s aging faster because of his twin, “I know you won’t listen to me.” he settled, he knew that if Atsumu wanted something, he wouldn’t stop until he got it, “Just know that I fucking told you so.”

You’re wary.

After that little stint your mother had pulled, she kept calling you and bothering you. It also didn’t help that you ended up on tabloids because someone had caught wind of that little moment you and Atsumu had. If it weren’t for your kids' over-excitement on Atsumu’s promise, you wouldn’t be here, “...Y/N-san? Are you alright?” Sugawara asks, tilting his head in curiosity as you enter the arena.

Some people seemed to have recognized you and the kids that you had to hold onto them tightly in case anyone did try to approach you.

“I’m good.”

“Kaasan, kaasan, I saw a super big picture of Hinata-san!” Youta called out, pointing at a rather big banner of the orange-haired blocker.

“I think I saw Kageyama-san buying milk, can I follow him, kaasan?” Yuuto adds, blinking innocently as he looked at one of the stalls.

Sugawara is absolutely in awe by your calmness in this situation, he knows that you’re probably feeling far from alright after all those gossip articles came out. Atsumu, of course, tries to lessen your burden by letting out a public statement that you were his good friend back in college but it didn’t really help since someone tweeted a picture of the both of you back in college with the caption that you were exes.

“Could you do me a favor, Sugawara-san?” you turn to the man, “Do you mind switching seats with me? Stay with the boys in front while I just stay at your seat?”

“Sure but wouldn’t Atsumu be-”

“Please.” You frowned, giving your ticket to him, “I’ll take the kids right after the match.”

The boys looked at you in complete wonderment when you didn’t follow them to the front row. You maintained a good distance as the game started, the players being introduced on the big screen. Your eyes narrow when Atsumu gets out of the dugout and gazes at your kids in confusion then around the crowd as if he was looking for someone.

“Don’t be silly.What feelings would there be but hatred?”

“It’s anything but that, L/N-san.”

You felt your fists clench as soon as the game started, you wanted to direct your focus to the game but Inunaki’s words kept bothering you and pestering you throughout the whole thing. Why did Atsumu like doing this to himself? Was this some sort of premonition? Were you going to have to tell him?

What if it ended up like your parents?

Would your kids end up like you?

Cold, untrusting, and anxious?

Would you end up like your mother?

A borderline alcoholic, desperate for a man’s love?

Would Atsumu wake up and realize one day that this was all a mistake and call you one too? Blaming you for every single bad thing in his life?

You held your doll tightly on your hands as you held your breath behind the pillar, you had just come home from Daiki’s house as you heard the loud voices of your parents arguing again. For the past years, it seemed to have worsened and you spent more time around your friend’s house rather than this cold and big empty place you called home.

“...are you doing? It's the middle of the day! Stop drinking!” you hear your father bellow.

“What’s it to you? Shouldn’t you be around with that young woman? That whore you proudly call your business associate?”

You flinch as you hear those harsh words and the sound of a bottle breaking, it seemed like the argument was particularly bad today. You shakily make your way up to your room, wanting to avoid this ordeal and skip dinner but fate wasn’t on your side today.

Despite your light footsteps, they seem to have noticed your presence.

Your father’s eyes soften just a bit while your mother’s remain cold. As much as possible, you grew up wanting to avoid those scary and expressionless eyes. At the young age of five, you feared your mother and loathed your father at the same time but that didn’t stop the fleeting feeling of wanting them to change. Wanting to feel the warmth and youth that every child craved for.

You suck in a deep breath, “I-I’m home, okaasan, otosan.”

“You’re always out these days, Y/N.” her voice is cold, far from the warmth that a mother should have.

“I-I was out with Daiki.”

“With that boy again?” a frown immediately paints her features, a small tsk under her breath to signal how disappointed she was of you yet again, “Aren’t you supposed to be studying? You said you wanted to skip a grade this year.”

“I-I am.” you replied, “B-but Daiki-”

“All you need to do is study and get good grades, Y/N.” she cuts you off, walking close to you, the smell of alcohol growing stronger, “Is that something too hard to do? Are you being ungrateful now?”

You turn to your father for help but he remains unmoved, was he really going to watch your mother do this to you? You hold onto your doll tightly, trying to control yourself. You shouldn’t cry, especially not in front of them.

“N-No, okaasan…”

“Then why are you crying, Y/N?”

Your eyes widen as you feel the wet substance flowing down. No, no-

“Answer me.” she repeats, you feel the tears flowing down faster, “Why are you crying, Y/N? Are you feeling ungrateful? Is that how it is-”

“(M/N) That’s enough!” Your father finally says but your mother continues to ignore your father.

“Don’t you think we should tell her that she shouldn’t feel sad?” she expressed, telling your father as if you weren’t standing there, “After all, we didn’t have her aborted, she should be grateful we let her live well with three meals a day and expensive clothes and belongings. Even if she was a mistake.”

You're shaking so hard at the moment, you didn’t like where this was going at all. Your father can’t respond to your mother’s blank tone, did he agree too? Were you, were you really just a mistake? Countless questions flooded your head as she walked close to you, her cold presence looming over you even more so today. With the same blank and expressionless tone, she says, "if you probably hadn't been born, we would've been happier. We'd have better lives, Y/N. So don't go around and cry and think you got it bad, you hear me? Your sadness is nothing compared to ours. It's nothing, Y/N. So stop being ungrateful."

You watch as the game comes to an end. You had zone out for the most part, the fleeting memory of your past and your anxiety bubbling up couldn’t keep you still. You texted Sugawara that you’d meet him and the boys at the front.

You were about to leave your seat when you saw the blonde approach the kids after the game, ruffling their hairs and pinching their cheeks with a huge smile. Why couldn’t you be as open as Atsumu? Why couldn’t you express yourself well?

You shut your eyes tight and turn to the exit, right, you were a coward. You didn’t face things like this head-on, you ran from them because in all your life, the only thing you knew was fear from people you expected love from.

“Y/N…”

You turn to find Atsumu standing there, still in his jersey and a towel hung on his shoulder like he had just ran out to chase you. Where was Sugawara and the kids? Why weren’t they here yet? What is he even doing here? You grab his wrist and immediately pull him towards a private area.

“Are you out of your mind? What are you doing? You have a girlfrie-”

“We broke up.” he cuts you off.

“W-what?”

“We broke up.” He repeats, “I couldn’t stay with her anymore, Y/N.”

You clenched your fists, what was he even thinking? Wouldn’t the rumors worsen if he broke up with her now?

“I-I can’t let you go again.” Atsumu confessed, throwing all his pride out the window again for you because damn it all, you are worth it, “I can’t keep pretending that I’ve moved on when I’m clearly hung up on you.”

“What are you doing?” You spat, anger slowly creeping in, all the pent up emotion towards him being released, “Why would you do that?”

Atsumu notices the change of emotion, you’re getting angry. It’s a complete contrast to what he was expecting, he’d expect the calm and cool exterior, even expected you to cooly reject him like the past but this, this was new, “Why can’t I?”

“Are you out of your mind?” You exclaimed, “I left you! I have kids from another man-”

“So?” He asks, walking closer to you. The familiar smell of perfume and sweat invaded your senses, something you were accustomed to when you were dating him back then. He traps you between the wall and him. You can see the busted lip, what happened to him? Did he got into a fight? You feel like your mind was turning blank by the sudden events. You want to say something, anything but he’s rendering you speechless again, “What if I tell you I don’t care? What if I tell you that I still feel the same even after all this time?”

“Y-You're insane...I-I’m in love with someone else-” you tried to lie but you remember this is Miya Atsumu, he doesn’t give two shits and was willing to work as hard as he could to get what he wanted.

“Y/N, your kids told me that the bastard left. Why didn’t you tell me?” he cuts you off, this time, his voice seemed disappointed and angry yet you didn't know if it was towards you.

“W-what would you have done then?”

“If you’d come back to me then,” he paused, voice turning soft, “I would’ve helped you. I would’ve been there to stand in as a father if you even needed one.”

You’re trembling at his confession, were those words really from the heart?

“Y/N, I don’t know what happened between you and that guy.” he laughs, he didn’t expect it to be like this, that even after six years he’d still be pinning over the same woman who repeatedly broke his heart, “I don’t know what happened between you and your fucked-up family. All I do know is that I’m still in love with you and I’m willing to wait here until you’re ready. I won’t ever leave, Y/N. I-I don’t think I ever will.”

“You’re crazy.” You shakily point out, you’re in a fit of rage. You’re angry at him, you’re angry that he still lowers himself to you when he could do so much better, you’re angry that he still feels the same after all the shit you put him through, most of all, you’re angry at yourself because you couldn’t own up and tell him about everything.

Atsumu slowly holds up his hands, wanting to cup your cheeks but it is immediately swatted away. He notices that you’re trembling now, your facade, slowly crumbling.

“What made you think that I’d come back to you?” Your voice was trying to maintain it’s cold and emptiness tone yet your eyes showed the complete opposite, “Please be selfish for once, Miya-san. Just because you give your all to me, does not mean I’ll return it. I hope I really don’t see you again.”

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avengerscompound · 4 years ago

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Until the End of the World - 10

Until the End of the World: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 1801

Rating: E

Warnings: pregnancy

Synopsis: Four years after Steve and Bucky got to the bottom of the HYDRA conspiracy that had led to you and your son being hunted for the first three years of his life, you, Bucky, and Steve have carved out a nice life together. Things are calm and you feel like a family unit. When Geo starts calling Bucky and Steve ‘dad’, a decision is made to try and add to your family.

Things aren’t as calm as they seem. When your pregnancy hits the papers, HYDRA rears its head once again, and Steve and Bucky need to track you down to protect the family they had created.

Chapter 10

The tabloid sites all latched on to the story of you being pregnant very quickly. Due to the fact you were often seen out with either Bucky or Steve or both, there had been speculation about who exactly you were. Theories went from dating one and cheating on them with the other. Being a ‘close family friend’. Dating one and the other being a close friend. Bouncing between them both like a ping-pong ball. Many fans speculated that they were polyamorous. Bucky had even made the mistake of going deep into the ‘Avengers fandom’ and discovered people doing what they called ‘shipping’ the three of you together. Not just the three of you but him and Steve with all kinds of people. He’d stopped looking when he saw people writing stories about him and Tony together. It turned out there were things he was better off not knowing.

None of the tabloids ever assumed polyamory though, and neither he nor Steve was going to confirm it for them. That made your pregnancy the subject of a lot of speculation. Whose baby was it? The most loved version of the story was that it was Bucky’s love child conceived while you were cheating on Steve with him.

It was a little stressful, but Bucky had heard worse. There was still a vocal majority that considered him a threat that should have been tried for his crimes years ago. Bucky had learned a long time ago not to google himself unless he was feeling particularly self-destructive. You, on the other hand, were still learning, so it took some reassuring that this matter was no one else's business.

Besides the ever-present gossip mill, things were going well. Every doctor's appointment showed that the baby was developing well. All the tests you had were coming back fine. You seemed to be full of energy and Geo was starting to get excited about the idea of having a little brother or sister. The new place was nearly finished. Bucky hadn’t been sent on a mission for a long time. He felt happy - and that was a feeling he liked to experience as fully as he could because he knew from experience how fleeting it could be.

The three of you had decided to take Geo along to the ultrasound where you’d be finding out the sex. He had only seen pictures of the baby so far and you’d thought he might like to see them moving around and find out if he was having a brother or a sister. According to you, the baby was kicking a lot at the moment, so you weren't worried about bad news being delivered.

Geo sat on Bucky’s lap while Steve sat beside you, holding your hand as the technician squeeze the gel onto your stomach. “Have they been kicking much?” Brown asked as she began to move the wand around on your stomach. Bucky looked up at the screen, waiting for the baby to come into view.

You smiled and nodded. “So much. The little nugget is going to be a fighter.”

Brown smiled. “Just like it’s dads, huh?” She said. “Has anyone else felt the kicks?”

“Not yet,” Steve answered. “I can’t wait though.”

The baby came into view on the screen. You’d been getting pretty regular ultrasounds with your checkups and Bucky liked how the little blob was getting bigger and looking more like a baby every time. “It shouldn’t be too much longer. I’d bet by the end of the week you get a little flutter against your hand.”

Steve looked at Bucky and grinned and Bucky couldn’t help but lean over and peck his lips. Geo didn’t seem that happy with the action and he wriggled in Bucky’s lap. Bucky chuckled and pulled back. “Can you see the baby, G?” He asked, pointing at the screen.

Geo nodded. “The machine is really cool how it works. It’s using sound to make the shape of the baby inside mom.”

“That’s right,” Brown said. “You’re a smart kid.”

Geo looked up at Bucky and grinned obviously very proud of himself. Bucky smiled and ruffled his hair.

“If you see here,” Brown said. “This is the baby's head, and their spine. They have hands and feet and you can even see their toes and fingers…”

Geo watched on fascinated by the digital image of his new sibling. Not just because that was his new sibling, but because he had a scientific fascination with where it was developmentally and how the machines could show what they show. He asked lots of questions about whether it could hear or see and how it absorbed food. Bucky couldn’t really remember what kids were like, and so he had no idea if this was advance thinking for a seven-year-old or not. He felt like it was advanced though, and he made a mental note to ask you later.

“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Geo asked.

“I can find out,” the tech said. “Is that okay, Captain Rogers?”

Steve chuckled. “It’s not just my decision to make.”

Brown hid her face behind her hands for a moment and shook her head. “I’m so sorry, that is such a default reaction.”

“It’s fine,” Steve said. “Please just relax. We’re just patients. And yes, we already decided we wanted to find out.”

She moved the wand around to get it into position. “Well, bud,” Brown said. “Did you have a preference?”

“I dunno,” Geo said. “I don’t have either.”

“Well you don’t have a brother,” Brown said. “You’re going to have a little sister.”

“It’s a girl?” Bucky asked, looking over at you and Steve to see your reactions. Steve looked like he’d been lit up from the inside, and tears had pricked your eyes.

“That’s right. It’s a girl,” Brown confirmed.

“A little girl,” Steve said, softly.

“Now we have one of each,” Bucky said, and Geo turned around on Bucky’s lap and hugged him. Bucky closed his arms around the boy, hugging him tightly. “You’re gonna be such a good big brother,” Bucky whispered as he hugged the boy.

“Do you want any pictures this time?” Brown asked.

“Yes, please,” you said, quickly.

Brown cleaned off the paddle and pressed the button to print out the photos of the baby. You grabbed some kleenex from the counter and cleaned the gel off your stomach. “You think Morgan will be excited there’s going to be another little girl around?” Steve asked Geo.

“Probably,” Geo said. “As long as she likes robots too. Umm… you think the baby will be able to talk to the computers like I can?”

Steve furrowed his brow as he helped you up. Bucky shook his head to clear it. It was strange, despite the fact that Geo had powers that he’d clearly gotten from you, and the fact both he and Steve had the Super Serum, the thought of a super-powered baby had never really crossed their minds. It was like all that was just such a normal part of their lives now, they didn’t really think about how it impacted things. You didn’t have powers and it was possible the only reason Geo did was that both you and his father had been through experimentation so close to his conception. It could be that those drugs were now completely out of your system, but no one had thought to look into that first.

“You know what?” Steve said eventually. “I don’t know.”

“Probably should have considered that before we dived in with both feet, huh?” You said.

“You could ask your obstetrician about doing an amniocentesis,” Brown suggested. “Then they could do a genetic workup. Check for abnormalities.”

“Don’t they have risks involved?” You asked.

“Sure, but normally it’s one of those things where there are risks involved either way, and you decide which outcome is worse,” Brown explained.

You furrowed your brow and nodded and Bucky wondered what you were thinking. “Thank you, Miss Brown,” Steve said. “We’ll see you next time.”

“Of course,” she said, brightly. “See you.”

The four of you walked out into the ward and headed to the elevator. “I’m sorry if I upset you,” Geo said as the doors opened.

“You didn’t, G. Don’t worry,” you assured him, kissing the top of his head. “It’s just not something we thought about when we probably should have. Because you got your powers from me and your birth dad, but Bucky and Steve have their own powers.”

“Well, we’re enhanced,” Steve corrected them. “Not the same as what you have.”

“I think…” Bucky said slowly, aware that this was not a discussion that should be held in front of Geo, but also knowing that the boy needed to be reassured that his powers were not a negative, nor would he be losing the sister he really only just met. “I think it might be too late to worry about. I mean… what if they do find out the baby is enhanced? It’s not like we would love them any less, or not want them. They’d just be special, like Geo.”

“Of course,” you said quickly. “We would have done this either way I think.”

“So… let’s just wait and see. We don’t want to risk anything bad happening,” Bucky said. “The baby looks normal, so we know it’s not a tentacle beast.”

Geo started laughing. “That would be so cool.”

“She might not be able to talk to computers even if she does have powers though, G,” you said, stifling your own laugh. “When I had powers I could hear people’s thoughts. And your dad, he could run really fast.”

“Wow,” Geo said. “I hope she can fly.”

“Oh my goodness,” you said. “I don’t.”

“Yeah, imagine having to change a diaper on a baby and it’s zooming around over your head,” Bucky said, making Geo breakdown into fits of giggles.

“Alright, Geo,” Steve said. “You go wash up and we’ll have some lunch. Do you want to see if Morgan can come to play and you can tell her all about your sister?”

“Yeah, alright,” Geo said, running off to the bathroom.

Steve turned to you and Bucky and took your hands. “It’s going to be fine,” he said. “We can face whatever happens, I know we can.”

“Let’s just hope they can’t fly,” you joked.

“We’ll handle that too,” Steve said.

“Yeah, we’ll put a little harness on them, and weigh them down with rocks,” Bucky joked and you burst out laughing.

Steve wrapped his arms around you and pulled Bucky in close so that all three of you were holding each other. Bucky closed his eyes and breathed you both in, confident that together, you could all handle whatever powers she may or may not have.

// NEXT

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prettywordsyouleft · 4 years ago

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MonX Hospital | Jooheon

Pairing: Lee Jooheon x reader

Genre: paeditrician – hospital au / romance / friends with benefits to lovers au

Warnings: medical and challenging behaviour terms, and whilst they’re fwb it’s only talked about, there are no sex scenes.

Word count: 3994

Tuning out the conversation at the front desk he had been listening to, Jooheon shifted his attention to the busy waiting room. A mother, looking rather frustrated, was standing beside a small child and holding out her hand. She visibly swallowed back her urgency and smiled. “Come on Maddox, the nurse is waiting for us.”

The young boy ignored her request, continuing to push a car on a table, hurtling it around with a bit more force.

“Maddox! Let’s go,” she tried again, reaching out for his hand, in which the boy immediately recoiled away from and screamed. His mother, trying not to catch the sympathetic looks from the other waiting parents, readjusted her bag upon her shoulder. “Come on now, the nurse just needs to see how big you’re getting! It’s not scary, I swear.”

Pushing away from the counter he had been resting upon, Jooheon entered the space, giving the mother a comforting smile before sitting down on the floor next to the child. Maddox glanced in his direction cautiously, now pushing the car around with less force. Jooheon grinned. “Woah, that’s some good driving you’re doing there! Can I join?”

The child didn’t verbally answer, but he did hand Jooheon a car. Starting up some revving noises, he then propelled it around the track the child had made out of various wooden blocks and toys from the container in the corner. Jooheon purposely knocked down a bridge and then gasped noisily.

The small boy giggled. “You caused an accident!”

“I really did, didn’t I. Was I going too fast?” Maddox nodded. “What do you recommend I do?”

“You’ll need to go see a doctor! Your driver is injured!”

“Oh no!” Jooheon exclaimed and several of the other kids in the waiting room edged closer. “Isn’t it a good thing I’m in a hospital right now?”

“Are you a doctor?” another child asked and Jooheon nodded guiltily.

“I am. I should have known better and gone slower, right?”

All the kids agreed with this.

“Maybe since we’re in a hospital, Maddox here could take me and my broken driver to see the nurse right now. He needs to get checked out.”

The little boy hesitated before nodding and holding out his hand. Jooheon hid his smile as best as he could, and the rest was wiped off his face when Maddox dragged him across the foyer and into the room he had been avoiding all this time. For a little guy, he sure was strong. His mother darted along with them, smiling appreciatively at Jooheon who Maddox insisted had to sit down with him.

“Nurse Tina, I drove too fast and now Maddox and I need to get checked out.”

“Well,” she said solemnly, looking at Maddox and nodding her head. “We best check you both out for any injuries, huh?! First, let’s take your temperature, shall we?”

“Thank you,” the mother said once Maddox’s basic stats were charted. “He gets a little overwhelmed in places like these.”

“It’s common so don’t feel it’s something you’re doing wrong. Kids don’t naturally like coming to the hospital,” Jooheon replied before crouching down to ruffle Maddox’s hair. “Thanks for looking out for me! Now you go down that hallway and let Doctor Y/N look out for your driver, okay?”

“You better heal well, Doctor…” Maddox leaned in to attempt to read his badge. Before he could tell him his name, Maddox looked at the honey pot clay pin attached to his lanyard and grinned. “Doctor Honey!”

“That’s me,” he chuckled. “I’m Doctor Honey.”

“Doctor Honey, huh?” you mentioned when Jooheon walked into the shared office space for junior consultants, shooting him a smirk. “I heard all about how reckless you drove from a little boy and three others today. I think I’m going to take the bus home tonight instead of catching a ride with you.”

“I guess I have my first nickname here,” Jooheon breathed dramatically before sitting down. “Here I was hoping for “Doctor McHottie. Guess being a paediatrician makes that one a bit of a stretch.”

“That and this isn’t Grey’s Anatomy,” you replied with another smile before throwing down your pen with a heavy sigh.

Jooheon peered over at your case notes and then scrunched up his nose. “Hard day?”

“I have one patient who I saw today in Doctor Clifford’s clinic hours and I’m at a loss of what to present to him in our meeting tomorrow morning.”

“Can I read your case notes more closely?” he asked and you slid the file over. Reaching for your tablet to look up the history of previous visits for the young girl, Jooheon sighed as well. “Poor thing has enough going on in her life, huh?”

“She’s retracting away from society at a rapid pace. When she did answer my questions, she was very angry in doing so. There’s a lot of tension pent up in her body and mind right now.”

“And the caregivers state the change came from puberty? Nothing else?”

“Her biological parents have recently left the scene for good, which initially eased some of her aggressive behaviour. However, the return of the new school year has put a lot of strain on the situation. Some of these symptoms do support her diagnosis on the ASD spectrum, but I’m also concerned we’re not doing enough. I’ve increased the dosages for two medications she’s taking and given the caregiver some advice on how to address the lack of school attendance from a professional’s perspective but she didn’t seem all that relieved it would do much to help things at home and I can’t stop thinking about their situation. She’s such a sweet kid but she’s not getting the right assistance to help her overcome this.”

“And her diagnosis of Autism is much newer than most of these other labels that some of the services out there to support kiddos like her would have given them a stand-down period of six weeks before even adding them to the waiting list so who knows when they will get seen by them to continue support at home,” Jooheon added on, tapping a finger on his chin trying to find a solution.

The past year that he had worked as a junior consultant in the Paediatrics department had definitely come with some highs. Working with children and helping them overcome obstacles both physically and mentally to reach closer to their potential was always rewarding. But more often than not, he felt restricted by the amount of help he could give to kids like this one. A meeting during one of these clinics was only a moment in time for that family. The parents and caregivers of children exhibiting these challenging behaviours truly deserved all the respect in the world for what they must face day in and out.

Jooheon knew that your frustrations matched his own, wishing there was more you could do to support that family. He smiled determinedly at you over the table. “Let’s brainstorm what else you could suggest for her ongoing support and reach out to the agencies we know that might provide assistance to the family with her needs as well.”

“You know, you really suit that nickname of yours, Doctor Honey,” you replied with a watery smile, nodding as you reached to take the file back. “You sure are a sweetheart.”

“Sweet enough to have dinner with?” Jooheon shot back playfully and he grinned when you rolled your eyes right as he expected you to.

“I like things to be more sour than just sweet.”

“Chinese it is,” he announced and you laughed whilst shaking your head.

“Sometimes, I wonder how to get through to you that only being your friend and colleague is where it belongs for us.”

“Friends can have dinner together.”

“I remember our last dinner,” you stated with a hushed tone as Jooheon’s smile grew again. “Don’t smile!”

“I remember it too. It was really delicious.”

“I don’t recall signing up for dessert afterwards,” you continued, trying to sound unaffected as you scrolled through your tablet.

“I don’t recall you saying no to it either,” he pointed out, trying not to smile too much at your reproachful look. “We can enjoy the perks of being consenting adults when we want to, Y/N.”

“I swear you’ve watched way too many doctors TV shows.”

Jooheon smirked. “Never seen one, actually. You’re just trying to pass it off for whatever happens in those dramas so you don’t have to admit that being friends with me is fun.”

“It’s trouble. Honey gets sticky and is hard to remove.”

“You don’t have to remove it,” he offered. Glancing over at you earnestly, he hoped you would notice that whilst having bouts of pleasure with you over the past year had been well reciprocated, Jooheon hoped it could become more between you.

You deflated his approach quickly. “Sorry, I have plans for dinner. Maybe next time, Doctor Honey.”

“Did you ever follow up with that family with the puberty issue?” Jooheon asked a couple of weeks later when he crossed paths with you in the hallway leading to a seminar you were both attending.

You nodded, shooting him a smile. “Clifford was thrilled with the added suggestions I had for the case. Thanks for your help.”

“Hey, whatever gives these kids the best chance to thrive, huh?”

“I hope this seminar is worth it.”

Jooheon smirked. “Don’t snore too loudly this time round.”

“I did not!” Yanking on his arm as you looked around at the fellow health professionals entering the space, you then huffed indignantly. “I had worked two shifts back to back and ended up helping on an urgent case before the last one!”

“Sure,” he replied simply, his dimples deepening as he threw you another playful smile. “If that’s what helps you cover up-”

“Are you fishing for a thank you since you made sure no one found me sleeping through the last one?!” you enquired as you both stepped into the large boardroom, aiming for the seats concealed in the back row. Once seated, you gave Jooheon a pointed look. “I won’t fall asleep.”

“What will you do this time if you do?”

“I’m not going to!”

“I’m going to hold it over your head if you do. I know! Dinner tonight if you fall asleep.”

“I hope you enjoy eating alone, Lee Jooheon.”

Hours later, you grumbled as you took a seat adjacent from Jooheon in a sushi bar, pointing your index finger at him warningly. “Don’t!”

“Sure looks like I have the best company for eating alone tonight, Y/N.”

“We’re only eating,” you announced firmly, before reaching out for a plate from the conveyor belt that ran along the inner edge of the table. You then let out another groan. “If only her voice hadn’t been so dreary!”

“Face it, unless you’re being stimulated, you fall asleep too easily. I don’t know how you even got through med school.”

“Lots of coffee and determination.��

“Guess now that you have the job it’s easy to slacken off huh?”

“Jooheon!”

He grinned. “Don’t worry. I took enough notes for the pair of us.”

“You’re a lifesaver,” you told him and gestured to the food. “It’s on me tonight.”

The conversation flowed easily over a range of topics during dinner, as it usually did. Jooheon hadn’t met someone who he could tease in one moment and then discuss serious topics in the next until you, and it always made him yearn for more of your attention. However, when you reached for your second shot glass of sake, Jooheon took it from you and downed it instead.

“Hey! That was mine.”

“You’re a lightweight. Don’t drink anymore.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll end up wanting dessert if you do,” he told you bluntly, and you stared at him, cheeks flushed.

“Who says I don’t already?”

“Are you feeling the effects of the alcohol so soon?”

Leaning over and kissing him impulsively, Jooheon was stunned when you pulled away. You cocked your head to the side and took the shot glass back before pouring more of the rice wine. You knocked it back. “I can’t have you having dessert alone as well, huh?”

“Let’s pay the check then. It’s a work night and we don’t need to drink any more with early morning clinics tomorrow.”

“You’re right,” you agreed with a seductive trail of your finger down his chest. “I’m sure you’ll make me feel more than drunk on what you have in store for me tonight.”

“Doctor Honey!” the children exclaimed as he entered the hospital schoolroom, waving to all the attendees of the class. A couple of the physically-abled children hopped up from their seats and dashed over to hug him.

“How’s school today?”

“We’re colouring!” Ingrid told him and he gasped noisily, allowing the girl to take him over to her place at the table. She was colouring in a fairy with a pretty flower crown.

“Colouring!” he repeated, crouching down to look at Minseok’s alligator he was carefully remaining within the lines of. “You’re all future artists!”

“Will you colour with us?!”

“Me? Oh, I don’t know, I’m just a doctor.”

“You could draw a picture of Doctor Y/N!” Jake suggested and Jooheon lost his balance, falling to the floor with an embarrassing thud.

The children all giggled.

Recovering, Jooheon narrowed his gaze on Jake. “Why would I draw her?”

“Because last time she came to visit our class, she drew you!” Melissa told him as she pointed to the wall where a picture of a honey pot and spoon had been hung up.

Jooheon laughed. “That’s a honey pot.”

“It’s you! She told us so.”

“Really?” he asked, looking at the picture again. He grinned. “Did she tell you why she chose to draw that?”

“We asked her to draw her favourite thing.”

“Well I’ll be damned,” he breathed out quietly, thinking back to your indifferent behaviour this morning when you woke up at his place.

Coming back to the present, Jooheon smiled weakly. “I wish I could colour with you all but I’m actually here for Luna.”

Luna lowered her head and shook it adamantly. “I don’t want to go!”

“Doctor Honey will be with you, don’t be scared, Luna,” the teacher, Mrs Potts, gently encouraged and the other children moved to hug her and tell her it would be okay.

Once Luna was free from her friends, Jooheon held out his hand for her. “I’ve even got the coolest orderly on his way to help you travel to your therapy session in style.”

“You’ll still come too, right?”

“Of course!” he assured, her sweaty palm gripping onto his more tightly.

As he walked Luna back to her wardroom, she kept looking up at Jooheon inconspicuously, and he smiled after catching her once more in the reflection of the window they passed by. “What is it, Luna?”

“Is Doctor Y/N your girlfriend?”

Jooheon shook his head sadly in answer. “She just wants to be my special friend.”

“I had a boyfriend once,” she whispered when back in her room and Jooheon leaned down to help her up onto her bed. He then gasped and Luna giggled behind her hand.

“You’re too young for a boyfriend!”

“And you’re too old! Shouldn’t you be married by now?!”

“I’m not old at all!”

“Then I’m not young!” she refuted and Jooheon gave her a fist pump in a truce. Her humour eased. “I wish I had kept him as my special friend though.”

“Why?”

“When he left the hospital after getting better, he never contacted me again. If I hadn’t of given him my heart, it wouldn’t have hurt so much.” Blinking at the vulnerable truth the twelve year old had spoken of, Jooheon sighed. She was too young for such a painful experience on top of her health condition.

Luna took Jooheon’s hand and squeezed it again. “Maybe Doctor Y/N doesn’t want you to ever leave her so she chooses to keep you as her special friend instead.”

Before he could respond, Minhyuk, the cheerful orderly, arrived and took away his chance. Jooheon smiled at Luna thoughtfully.

It was amazing how insightful kids could be.

“It feels like it’s been forever since I worked in the same place as you,” you mentioned when you entered the office space the following week and Jooheon grinned.

“It’s only been two days. Are you not getting enough done in your shifts to feel like time is dragging or something?”

“You’re not funny.” Sitting down heavily, you placed your hands up under your chin to rest your head upon them. “It’s just weird.”

“Weird how?”

“Even when we’re busy, you always seem to appear during my day.”

Jooheon swallowed slowly. “I guess friends are not always visible when busy.”

“You are though,” you persisted, narrowing your gaze on his face. “Are you okay?”

“Sure.”

“Really?” Peering at Jooheon more closely, he diverted his gaze from your scrutiny. “Are you hiding something from me?”

“What’s there to hide? We’re just friends, Y/N.”

“Hm,” you hummed, shaking your head. “You’re being weird.”

“I’m just being your friend.”

“Say the word friend one more time, I beg of you,” you said darkly, opening your file with a huff.

He chose to look at you then, chewing on his bottom lip.

Luna’s words had played around in his mind. Jooheon didn’t realise that his advances could have been felt as pressure to you, and whilst he knew being friends who slept together worked to some extent, he hadn’t realised it could mean something to you to not go any further.

And so he had decided to just be the friend you needed. Although, Jooheon wondered if he had taken the step back a little too far if you were aware of how little he was trying to bombard you each day. To be fair, he wasn’t very good at reeling back his own feelings or level of friendship to make you feel more comfortable.

After a few minutes of working in silence, you cleared your throat. “Are you busy tonight?”

“No.”

“Good, want to Netflix and Chill?” you suggested, not lifting your gaze from your tablet. Jooheon didn’t answer immediately and you flicked your eyes upwards. You then frowned, waving a hand in front of his face. “Earth to Doctor Honey, did you hear me?”

“Uh, maybe not tonight. I’m not feeling well.”

“Really? But that one time when you were ill and told me nothing could stop you from-”

“Guess I had more energy back then,” he lied, collecting up his things hastily. He was growing confused and it was bothering him.

You seemed bothered as well. “Where are you off to? We have two hours to write up our findings from our clinical hours today.”

“I need to go look up something in the library. I’ll catch you later.”

Jooheon slapped the side of his head a couple of times once he was out of the office, groaning with how awkward he was acting towards you.

He realised he couldn’t just be friends with you anymore.

Your working environment continued to grow tense until you found Jooheon in an empty wardroom, patting the bed in which Luna had once resided in.

For a moment, you comforted him. “It’s a good thing she’s going home. Why are you sitting here looking so lost?”

“I’ve grown attached to her.”

“She was a spunky little thing. Gave me lots of advice.”

Jooheon nodded softly. “Me too.”

“Did she give you the advice to avoid me?” you wondered and Jooheon glanced up at you in confusion. You shrugged, taking a seat on the bed beside him. “Or did she say something to make you back off from me?”

“No, well-”

“I knew it!” you exclaimed, standing back up and waving your hands around. “See, she told me that there was someone really special in my world and that I should see him as more than a friend and then you kept saying the words just friends over and over and I cannot believe you took the advice of a twelve year old so literally!”

“Hang on a moment,” he simply replied, narrowing his eyes on your face. “Regardless of age, some people say insightful things. I was just giving you the space you need since I have made it clear that I want to be more than just friends who sleep together. I want the whole deal with you but you always give excuses. So yeah, I listened to Luna and thought maybe you had a reason that you didn’t want to be more than friends with me over. I was being respectful of your needs.”

“Disappearing from my world is respectful?” you asked, shaking your head. “You made me lonely. I half wondered if I had offended you or you’d grown bored of me. I kept making advances at you that you’ve deflected. How is that being a friend?”

“Do you like me?”

“Of course I do.”

“I mean more than a friend,” he reiterated and you opened your mouth, only to close it again. Jooheon sighed. “See, this is where we differ. I’m pretty sure I’m falling in love with you and want to-”

“My last partner manipulated me,” you blurted out. Cringing, you started to pace the floor. “I gave him so much of myself that when I realised what he was doing to me, I vowed I wouldn’t date again. I wanted to hold full control over my feelings. I figured if all you and I did was eat and sleep together that I wouldn’t get too attached. I could have a good friend and have some fun with you too.”

You stopped pacing and looked at him. “But you’ve become more than a friend; even I have to admit it. I want to do more than what we have. I just don’t want to lose what we have either.”

“I’m not going to hurt you like that,” Jooheon answered, standing up and stepping closer to you. Reaching for your shoulders, he smiled gently. “I’m not like him.”

“I know, you’re so much better in all areas,” you breathed and Jooheon grinned. “That’s why I get scared. You’re too good of a human to mess things up with.”

“What if things only get better, not messed up?” he offered and you slipped your arms around his waist, placing your head against him. “What if we’re better at being more than just friends?”

“Is it worth risking what we have?” you murmured, lifting your head to look at him. After staring at one another for an intense moment, you nodded. “Of course it is.”

Jooheon kissed you then, softly. It felt like it had been so long since he had last caressed your lips properly. You pressed into him firmly, deepening the embrace.

And then jumped apart when you both heard fevered giggling. “It’s just like what my Mummy watches on TV! Doctors do kiss each other in secret!”

“Ew, are you both worried about catching cooties?!”

“Why would they be worried? They’re doctors! They can cure anything!”

“How about you guys head off and pretend you saw nothing and I’ll be down to the schoolroom with candy in twenty minutes,” Jooheon stated and with another set of giggles, they darted out, leaving you both laughing at being caught.

“They’re right though,” you mentioned, stretching up to peck his lips again. “We can cure anything.”

Jooheon grinned, resting his forehead on yours. “So how about dinner tonight?”

“With Doctor Honey?” you asked, pretending to think about it. “I don’t know, what’s on the menu?”

“Anything you fancy.”

“Even you?”

“I thought I was too sticky,” he teased, reminding you of a past conversation.

Trailing your index finger up until you flicked his chin gently; you gave him a smirk. “Maybe I don’t mind if I can’t get you off of me now.”

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