#and i only get useful help there if i carefully approach knowing exactly what i need and edit my truth accordingly
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you know itâs been a bad psychiatric appt when you have to follow it up with a best friend debriefing to rant out your feelings. and you know whatâs peak invalidating to hear from a mental health professional after you describe your current symptoms and experience with a new medication? âthat doesnât make any sense.â followed by a lecture about why i canât possibly be having the reaction to the meds that I AM LITERALLY HAVING AND JUST EXPLAINED
#actuallylukedanes#i have the best best friend#thrilled to not have to rant all the specifics here because my god this doctor has never been helpful beyond prescribing anyway#and i only get useful help there if i carefully approach knowing exactly what i need and edit my truth accordingly#but this visit was much much worse because it was just a list of ways she told me my brain can't be reacting that it has for years#AND as a bonus! there's still no adderall available so i'm still on a replacement adhd med#BUT that med is now also missing from the system like they couldn't fill it so i guess maybe now my backup is also facing a shortage#...this is a very bad trend going in the wrong direction when my backup adhd med wasn't being as helpful as adderall anyway#life stuff#mental health
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Holy Shit!
Pairings: G!P Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Prompt: During the ceremony for Y/n and Natashaâs wedding, all of Y/nâs and Natahsa's bridesmaids/men slip Polaroids of Y/n's boudoir shoots throughout the night which leads to a hard time for Natasha.
Warnings: slight mentions of family trauma I guess (not having a dad), SMUT, P in V (Natasha has a penis), rough sex, boudoir pictures, unusually dominant reader (it mentions that nat is usually top), toys, teasing, swearing, praise, orgasm denial, degradation, wife kink sort of?, mommy kink, let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: I hope y'all like this one! I've been thinking about how to approach it for a while now and I think I'm ready. Also, this is going to be my first time using my laptop to write so if it is a little weird, I apologize, I'm still figuring out everything from the switch. I'm sorry for the random pov switch. I was all mixed up, but I'm too lazy to fix it. :)
Sidenote: -Y/f/i = your first initial -Y/n/n = your nickname -Detka= baby - Dorogoy= darling
Natasha and I just had the most amazing night of our lives, we got married! but the fun is not over yet.
I have devised a plan that has been in the works for a few months. Honestly, I knew I wanted to do this for Nat even before we proposed to each other. Although I only started truly planning it out after we got engaged.
I went to a boudoir photoshoot. Naturally I needed someone to take pictures. I didn't want Nat to be mad that someone else saw my body, so I asked Wanda, my best friend who has seen my literal everything (one time she literally had to pull my tampon out because I broke both my arms and Nat wasn't home to help), and she helped me get the best pictures ever. Then, I moved onto the second phase of my plan, recruiting.
Natasha and I already had our list of bridesmaids/men in place, so I made sure to use all of them. Natasha had four and I had five.
Natasha's bridesmaids/men are Clint as her Man of Honor, and Yelena, Tony, and Steve.
My bridesmaids/men are Wanda as my Maid of Honor, Kate, Bucky, Carol, and Thor (even though he doesn't quite understand "earthling" weddings yet.)
They all thankfully agreed, even Yelena which was surprising, and I picked out the best photos and put them in order. So, my plan was set and now all I need to do is trust our friends to get the pictures to her. Which I don't even have to worry about that, Wanda has the list and all of the pictures, so she is going to hand them to the set brides' person at the set time and they will deliver it secretly to Nat.
She's gonna be so hard by the end of the night, which is technically my plan. Of course, we've had sex before, and we already plan on fucking later, but she definitely is going to fuck hard tonight.
We are getting to our venue for the celebration after the wedding now and Nat and I have been together the whole car ride, which wasn't that long, but we went for a ride together in the limo so that everyone could get there before our grand entrance.
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You step out of the limo carefully and walk hand in hand to the building. Even though you have already seen the inside and all the decorations, you are still blown away by the beauty of it all.
You and Nat have a planned entrance where she walks in first and then you walk in and "fall" into her to the song Fallin' for Ya.
Everyone cheers for you all, and you both stand together to talk to people. You lean over to speak in Nat's ear so she can hear over the noise the second you see Wanda slip the first photo to Thor, who remembers exactly what to do, thankfully. "Nat, I'm going to talk to Wands real quick are you okay to stay here for a sec?"
She nods her head and says back, "Of course detka, don't keep me waiting too long now"
You smile and nod your head and leave to Wanda, but not without giving Nat a soft peck on the cheek. Thank God for Lip stain, you think, or else both yours and Nat's lip color would be all over your faces by now, especially from that limo ride.
You walk up to Wanda and say "oh my gosh, I'm so scared! What if something goes wrong?"
She giggles at your stressed face knowing there is nothing to worry about, and says, "Hey! Deep breath. Don't be scared, Thor has practiced many times, he is going to get it right."
You nod and keep talking beside Wanda as you subtly watch your wife engage with her friends.
Thor finally walks up to Natasha and casually slips her the first polaroid, and you can't wait to see the look on her face. All of the people Nat is talking to are part of the plan so they know what is happening.
She furrows her eyebrows when she looks at her hand to see that Thor has given her a polaroid upside down so she can't see it. She looks up to ask him what it was, but he was already long gone, so she flips it over not suspecting a thing. She takes one look at the picture and her eyes go wide. She immediately presses the picture to her chest and looks up to find you smiling at her innocently as if she didn't just get handed this.
You send her a soft wave and go back to "talking" with Wanda, and Natasha checks to make sure nobody is behind her and looks again. She smirks at the picture and slides it into the hidden pocket in her dress that was made for a gun in case she needs to protect you, but now it holds something even more valuable to her.
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It has been about fifteen minutes since Nat received her first "gift" and even though she asked about it, you acted stupid and didn't tell her anything saying, "What picture? I didn't take any pictures other than the ones after the ceremony with all our brides' people."
You are now about to cut the cake which is when the next picture is going to be given to her. You decided that every time she gets a pic, the next one is going to be even better than the first. It will really rile her up you think. So as you two walk over there, hand in hand, you walk by Tony who hands her the next polaroid as she passes by him. This time she knows not to look until she is at the cake table where nobody is behind her.
She has an arm around your waist and she sneaks a peak at the next photo.
This one makes her huff out a breath, and she looks over at you who is "oblivious" to the thing she just saw. She squeezes your side as she slips the photo, once again, into her pocket, and you smile slyly at her. She leans over to whisper, "You know what you're doing Y/n."
You both pick up the knife and you say, "Doing what? Cutting the cake?"
She rolls her eyes at you and you both cut the cake and feed each other a slice. Then you both go back to the table that only you and her sit at, and you add, "Of course I know what I'm doing, why else would I do it?" Then you go back to eating your slice of cake acting just as innocent as before.
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You just had your first dance, and it was beautiful, the song you both picked together was a testament of your love and it brought tears to everyone's eyes.
Then, you decided instead of a father daughter dance, to have a Maid/Man of Honor dance. You danced with Wanda and talked and laughed, while Natasha and Clint did the same.
It was beautiful really. You had decided to do this because, even though Natasha has Alexie, you wouldn't have been able to participate since your dad is no longer in your life. The dance with your best friends meant infinitely more than a dance with your fathers would have anyways, and thankfully Alexie wasn't hurt by this. He realized he wasn't a good "dad" in the beginning of her life, and it wasn't his position.
As the dances concluded, Clint smirked at Natasha, and he reached into his suit pocket to pull something into his hand and slipped another polaroid into her hand.
People start joining on the dance floor to have some fun and Nat looks down at the photo and says, "Holy Shit!" maybe just a little too loud making her blush. She shakes her head as Clint laughs and walks off to his wife and kids, but not before Nat punches his shoulder softly, and then she glares at you.
You smile cheekily at her as you walk to her for another dance. You start slow dancing together and say, "Hey baby, whatcha doin?"
She smiles softly at you and says, "Thinking about my beautiful wife and what she and I are doing later tonight."
You make a fake surprise face in the shape of a soft 'o' and say, "Is that right?"
She giggles into your neck, and it is the most beautiful sound you could hear and hums, "mhm"
You smile as you spin her around the dance floor and say, "Well thank you for the compliment baby, but whatever you're thinking is going to have to wait. We promised each other we wouldn't leave earlier than we planned, remember?"
She groans and nods her head in slight defeat mumbling, "I know we did."
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You are now both talking to Natasha's family about what is next for you both. Melina starts out with, "So, when am I getting some grandbabies?"
You and Nat both exchange glances and look back at them and you say, "Well... I uh-" You freeze not knowing what to say.
Thankfully though, Natasha is there for you and says, "Y/n has decided she does not want to give birth. I obviously can't give birth given my situation, and I won't be disrespecting my wife's wishes, so we are going to take it slow as we weigh our other options."
You smile softly knowing that you picked the right girl to be your wife. She literally always has your back. Finally, having composed yourself you cut in as well and say, "We also have decided that we want to live our lives together before we settle down. We want to have the right parenting mindset you know."
Melina and Alexie nod their heads and smile Melina replies, "Well I don't care how or when it happens, I just want a grandbaby." As she is speaking, Yelena inches closer to Nat and then she 'holds' her hand briefly, but in reality, she is slipping the next picture into her hand. Nat's smile widens at the thought of another picture and Yelena walks off to go find Peter and bother him.
Natasha feels like she needs to look at this picture, but she can't if her parents are standing right in front of you, so she smiles when a song she knows comes on and says, "Mama, Papa listen, it's your song! Go dance!" She ushers them off and then turns to you to look at the photo.
This one makes her giggle, so you quirk an eyebrow and say, "What's the problem? Don't like it?"
She widens her eyes a tiny bit and shakes her head so much that you laugh and say, "Alright calm down, you'll mess up your hair"
She smiles and says, "I love it so much, I was just laughing because you could totally be wearing this under your dress since it's white."
All you do is smirk at her and it takes a second for her to process, but she gets it and her mouth falls agape just a bit. You simply walk off and Wanda comes over to say, "Come on! It's time for the flower toss!"
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Both you and Natasha agreed on doing a flower toss, only one is for the guys, and one is for the girls. Your reasoning being that the girls can get a little rough and you wouldn't want any of the boys to get hurt or anything like that. The boys can be very sensitive. ;)
So Natasha does the first toss to the boys, which includes Valkyrie as well since they are feeling more masculine today. (Like a king should). Thankfully nobody got into any fights since they're respectable people. After a bit of laughter, Clint comes out victorious and says he and Laura are simply going to renew their vows. Then he hands Laura the bouquet, and she smiles kissing him softly earning an aww from everyone.
Your toss is next and Loki decided to join in on the girls side since they are feeling more feminine. (Queen shit). The girls didn't get in any fights but they were definitely more aggressive than the boys. Scary, but the one who comes out with the bouquet is surprisingly Carol, who looks over at Val and smirks.
While your toss is happening though, Bucky walks up to an unsuspecting Natasha as she watches the girls' chaos enfold and he gives her a sly smile. By now she has caught onto him and says, "You too?"
He nods his head and says, "You never know which one will be the last." and then he slides the polaroid into her hand like a drug dealer and walks off like nothing happened.
The toss ends right around the same time that her exchange with Buck ends, so you're already making a b-line for her to see her reaction to this photo. She shields herself with your body to look and she swiftly turns the photo.
She groans as she slips yet another keepsake in her hidden pocket. You smile as she leans her head on your shoulder, which to anyone else would look like she's just cuddling up to you, but you know better. So you lean really close to her ear and whisper, "Are you hard baby?"
She simply nods her head. Thank God she fell in love with a decently poofy dress that doesn't show the contours of her dick. Especially since most people don't know about her little friend down there, not that it's any of their business, but they don't know because she always tucks it for events and missions. However, most of the main Avengers know, having all walked in on you two at least once. So, you walk to your table and sit down so she can have a break. You giggle at her when she's taking a few breaths and say, "What? You act like you haven't seen me naked before."
She glares at you and says, "No, it's not that. It's the fact that my lovely beautiful wife keeps catching me off guard, and might I also add the fact that she is so incredibly hot that I can barely handle myself?"
This makes you blush softly, and she smiles at you. You two share a sweet moment even through the dirty part.
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Thankfully Nat has had a few minutes for her... stuff to calm down, because Wanda picks up the mic and starts speaking, "I'd like to make some toast please."
You both giggle at the joke she stole from Agnes in Despicable Me 2, one of the movies that brought both you and Wanda childlike comfort during hard nights, while everyone else quiets down for the speeches. Wanda continues, "We are going to start our speeches now, so could Melina and Alexie please come up?"
Both of Natasha's parents stand by you and Melina starts, "I was not in Natasha's life for a very long time, so I don't feel like I am in a position to give a grand speech about yada yada this and that, but I do want to say, from the moment I saw you Natasha, I knew you were good. I knew you would become successful, and I knew you would excel in life. I am so happy that you have found love with Y/n, because you two are the perfect match, and I could not be more honored to be your mother-in-law Y/n."
She passes the mic to Alexie who, up until now, has had a stern face on. "Natasha, Melina already said all of the words I had for you, but she did not speak on this. Y/n, when I first met you I thought that you were never going to marry my daughter. I didn't think you were worthy of such a woman as Natasha, but as you got to know me more, my view on you changed. You kept pushing with her family even when you could have lost hope on us. You proved that you are willing to do anything it takes to get her, and I now see that you are more than worthy of Natasha's love."
He turns into a sobbing mess before he can finish anything else, and their words make you cry, but you try to keep from sobbing since you spent so much on your makeup. Then the speakers continue to go up and give their speech, make you cry, and then move on.
Clint gets the mic eventually and he takes a big breath and then starts, "When I met Natasha, I was on a mission to eliminate her. I was about to take the shot when we made eye contact, and something in me said no. I just could not pull the trigger, because what I was told I was going to be killing was an assassin, a robot, a tool. What I saw that day was anything but those things. I saw a girl who needed out, who was hurting, and that day turned into one of the best days of my life. We hid in vents for so long making sure that she was safe from the people who had her. We did nothing but play tic-tac-toe, rock paper scissors, and plan. We planned on how I was going to tell Fury that I did the exact opposite of what he told me to do. In reality I was actually more scared of Agent Hill, she's very scary, but I digress... All I really need to say is, as an archer, whenever people ask what the best shot I ever took was, I am honored to say it was the one I didn't take."
When Clint hands the mic over, there is not a single dry eye in the whole venue. Clint goes to Nat, and she hugs him so tight you think that he might die from lack of air. When they pull away, she kisses his cheek and whispers something in his ear, while he wipes her tear away and nods his head. He goes back to his seat and Wanda steps up to start her yap session.
"Y/n/n, when we met at the compound, there was something about you that was different than everyone else, you seemed so familiar, and I just could not pin it. We became great friends, but it took me about four months to realize why you seemed so familiar to me. One day when I was hanging out in your room, you opened your jewelry box in front of me and showed me a bracelet. It had little beads on it that said W+(Y/f/i). I burst into tears when it hit me. This girl,"
She points to you before she continues, "Was the girl that saved my life. We were friends from way back when we still lived in Sokovia. We had made these matching bracelets the day that we lost our families. It was also the day I lost her. Or so I thought. We were all hanging out in the living room together when it happened. Y/n felt shaking from the first few bombs and she told me and Piet to hide under the bed while she went to find her parents and make sure they were safe. Then the bombs went off. I thought we lost her. So we mourned both our parents and my best friend that day. It wasn't until I found out it was her all these years later that I knew she was also safe from the bombings but was taken. HYDRA took her from our lives, but the universe brought her back to us, and I could not be more grateful for her. I owe my life to her, and I have made sure she knows how deserving she is of happiness as her best friend, and now it is Natasha's turn, as her wife, to take what I have done and take it a step further."
This time it was you who is bawling; Wanda goes to hug you, and she whispers into your ear, "I'm so, so proud of you." Which only makes you want to cry more, but you pull away and take a labored breath as Wanda cleaned up your face.
All of the main avengers and people in your lives have gone except for Steve, who is finishing up.
Steve hands the mic to Wanda and walks to you and Natasha to "hug" y'all, but in reality he is actually slipping yet another polaroid into Nat's hand.
She rolls her teary eyes at him and you both, and takes a glance at it before having to look away knowing her erection will just come back.
You smirk at her and say, "Ooh that one was fun, but you'll like the next one even more."
She groans and says, "There's more?"
You giggle softly and say, "Why of course there is more my love."
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Wanda decided to add a little fun into the night and do the who knows them better game. What you do is you sit on a chair and Natasha sits with her back to you and you both have a shoe that represents one or the other, and whoever did the thing first you raise that shoe to see if you know each other.
So, Wanda starts with the first question on the list she made, "Who said 'I love you' first?" Both of you raise your shoe and they all 'aww'
Wanda passes the mic to Tony who asks, "Who is the clingiest."
The crowd is surprised when both of you raise Natasha's shoe. The mic is passed to Yelena who says, "Which of you is the most romantic."
This time, Natasha raises your shoe, and you raise hers, which makes everyone giggle a bit. The game continues to entertain the crowd, and Kate has the last question, "Who loves Halloween more?"
This one is tough since you both love Halloween so much, but you ultimately decide on Natasha, and Natasha puts up both shoes to signify it being a tie.
The game is finished now, and you both tell Kate, that the Halloween one was probably the hardest to choose. Though, you know it is about to be Natasha.
Kate laughs and hugs Nat and pats the next picture into Natasha's chest before walking away casually. Natasha's face heats up at the mere thought of your next image and she secretly takes a look at this one.
This Picture has her jaw on the floor. She loves the scream movies entirely too much, and the image of you in a sexy cosplay is seemingly never going to leave her mind. She can feel her cock spring back to life, and it almost hurts at how hard she is.
Natasha seems to snap and can't take it anymore, so she grabs your hand and starts taking you to the bathroom without trying to raise too much suspicion which is exactly what you knew would happen, so you look over at Carol and nod your head to begin her mission.
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Nat pulls you into the hallway and can't even make it to the bathroom before she has her lips on yours. You kiss her back softly but push her away before she can go too far. "Natty baby, what do you think you're doing?"
She tries to kiss you again, but you push her off of you again, "Detka, I don't think I can make it much longer."
You fake pout and say, "But you promised! You pinky promised me we wouldn't leave early."
She stomps her foot throwing a bit of a tantrum and says, "I promised before I knew you were pulling this shit!"
You smirk and say, "Come on baby, only thirty more minutes, you can make it. Just think, if you wait, the reward is going to be so much better, yes?"
She grumbles under her breath and Carol comes in right on queue saying, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything ladies."
Both of you shake your heads and Carol comes by to say, "Y/n, Wanda is looking for you."
You smile at her and thank her before kissing Nat on the cheek and leaving swiftly. Natasha and Carol stay behind and chat a bit. "You knew about this bullshit?"
Carol smirks and says, "What bullshit?"
Natasha groans and then Carol says, "Of course I am in on the bullshit, I hope you like this one." She pats Natasha's shoulder and then says, "Oh, lighten up, at least you have something to look forward to when you leave tonight.
Natasha already has her hand out ready for the next picture of you and Carol carefully puts it into her hand before swiftly exiting the hallway.
After Natasha sees this one, she thinks she might burst. She can't help but stare right into the eyes of the most beautiful person in all the multiverses. But she also stares at your body as well.
A thought pops into her mind and she thinks, the bathroom is right there and I still have a few minutes...
but ultimately she shakes her head knowing that if you found out she jerked off before your honeymoon, you'd surely not let her cum the rest of the time, so she walks back into the reception.
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Most of the people have left by now, only a few stragglers, the avengers, and close family are left. You both decided to keep the drinking on the low for this night, not wanting any unplanned things to happen.
Both of you are very big on consent, and the fact that you can't consent when under the influence. You also both know that you want to remember tonight in a good way.
You're having a few slow dances with some of your friends and Wanda is the last one before the last dance with you and Natasha. Wanda spins you around one last time as the song closes out, and Nat is waiting for you to be handed over to her.
Wanda smiles at Natasha and goes to hug her, while they are having a sweet moment together, she smirks and says, "I hope you're ready for this one, I had so much fun taking these pictures."
Nat rolls her eyes and lets Wanda slide the last photo into her hand, but not before saying , "So you're the side hoe?"
Wanda giggles and nods her head, "Did you expect any less?"
Natasha sighs and shakes her head, "I'm glad it was you and not some random person."
Wanda smiles and nods her head saying, "She definitely saved the best for last."
Raising her eyebrows suggestively at Nat while she walks off, you walk up to Nat and hold out your hand saying, "You ready for our last dance?"
"Oh, I'm more than ready, just let me see this last one."
Natasha almost can't tear her eyes away from this one, she is immediately painfully hard, and you have to take the polaroid and put it into her pocket yourself saying, "Natty, people are watching, we have to dance one last song so we can leave."
Nat nods her head and stars slow dancing with you, but you know exactly what to do. You rest your head on her shoulder and make your bodies slightly uneven so that your thigh/hip area is slightly pressing into Natasha's hard on, making her whimper into your ear.
You can't deny it, you're incredibly wet right now, but Natasha has had a much longer night than you, and you're only going to make it seem longer. You lean close to her ear and whisper softly. To everyone left, it looks like you're just saying something cute to her, but you know better. "Baby, when we leave, we are not having sex in the limo. It is our wedding night, and I don't care how hard you are, we are waiting the ten-minute car drive, got it?"
The way you speak is so soft and tender, yet it is firm and leaves no room for complaints. So Nat lets out a soft whine, but she ultimately nods her head and says, "Okay."
You smile and continue to feed words into her mind, "You're so hot, it's hard to not just jerk you off right here baby. I swear when we get home, I'm letting you do whatever you want to me."
Natasha's knees almost give out, but she somehow manages to keep dancing with you, and you both spin each other around. You two have a sweet moment again, temporarily ignoring your hunger for each other, dancing around the floor until the end of the song where you start waving goodbye to everyone and you head off.
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The ride to the villa you're both staying at before your flight tomorrow to your honeymoon destination is full of teasing and groping. You start massaging Nat's cock through her dress, and she moans softly and whispers at you with pleading eyes, "Detka, I- I thought you said no sex in the limo?"
You smirk and say, "I said no sex. I didn't say I wouldn't touch you, but I guess if that's what you want."
You take your hand off of her with a knowing smirk. She widens her eyes and huffs at you, "I don't know which is worse, you touching me, or not touching me."
You chuckle at her and shrug your shoulders, "You wanted to play by the rules. I don't make them, but I do listen to you... sometimes."
Nat snorts at your quip and you guys laugh a little, being a cute couple. Then, the limo pulls into the beautiful villa where all your things were previously put for your weeklong honeymoon, and you nod your head at Happy, who in turn, smiles and says, "Have fun! Wear protection!!"
Both of you laughing at him, and Nat starts puling you toward the door. You open the door and go to walk in, but Nat's hand pulling you backward makes you fall into her. "Nat what are you doing?"
She smiles and picks you up bridal style, and carries you carefully inside, closing the door softly before setting you down and she abruptly shoves you against the door, her lips immediately on yours. "You don't know how bad I need you right now dorogoy."
You smile into the kiss letting her have a moment of dominance before you take it back. "Come on dear, let's go upstairs and get these damn dresses off."
You both carefully undress with each other's help, soft touches here and there, before hanging up your dresses knowing you'll be too tired to do so later.
All Natasha can do is stare at your body, the white lingerie making the experience even better. You grab her face to make her give you her attention, and you give her a dominating stare and a contrasting soft toned voice, "Be a good girl and lie down on the bed please baby."
She quickly leaves your hold as you go to the closet and grab the things you set out for her. She usually takes charge, but sometimes you like to have your fun. This special occasion has you feeling dominant.
You saunter over to her with a set of ropes and a new toy she has never seen before. She furrows her eyebrows before you shush her, reminding her not to worry, your tone taking a temporary softness. "Alright dear, you know we have safe words. I know they were originally set up for me, but you know that you can use them too right?"
She softly nods her head at you with excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of what you could do to her.
You smile softly, running your fingers softly along her torso. "Can you remind me what they are, so I know you remember?"
She nods her head and recalls your safe word system. "Red is stop completely, yellow is slow down or need a break, and green is go."
You nod at her softly and say, "Good job dear, now can you tell me a color?"
She smiles softly and says, "Green. So, very green."
You chuckle softly tilting your head back and say, "Okay, I'm gonna tie you up now, is that alright?"
She nods her head with quick, "yes" to follow.
You sit just below her hard cock while tying her arms to the bed, knowing she is staring at how close you are. You lean forward a bit and bump it softly on accident, but ignore it otherwise.
Once you're done tying her arms up you move to her legs and start explaining what you're going to do. "I got a new toy just for you tonight, I know you've already seen it, aren't you excited?"
She nods but softly says, "What is it?"
You finish tying her leg and look up at her with a devious look in your eyes. "You're going to find out soon, but first..." You crawl up to her member sticking up so high, and you smirk with your lips so close to it, "I have to get you ready."
You lean down and softly lick her tip, knowing she likes that, and then you slowly take her whole length in your mouth. Gagging at how far back she reaches, which in turn, makes her twitch in your mouth. You bob your head on her for a bit longer before pulling away. A string of saliva and precum goes from your lips to her tip and she whines. You slap her thigh and harshly say, "Quit your bitching, I've barely started and you're all needy for me."
She goes to defend herself, "But you were teasing me all night.'"
You glare at her and say, "oh yeah? If you want me to stop teasing you, then i suggest you listen and stop whining."
She nods her head almost letting a whimper out, but she composes herself while you reach behind you to grab the new toy you mentioned. "Natty, I got you this, it's gonna make you feel so good."
You hold up a fleshlight and she widens her eyes knowing it will feel good. You start to rub her prepared cock onto the opening and say, "Are you okay with this darling? Do you want me to make you feel good?"
She nods her head but quickly corrects herself with a "yes ma'am" when she sees your eyes.
You slide the fake pussy over her shaft and she tightens her fists as she feels the tightness overwhelm her. Moans start pouring out of her when you start sliding it up and down with a slow pace that picks up quickly.
After only three minutes of silent torture, she feels the knot in her about to explode and she says, "Y/n please, can I cum?"
You look at her with an evil smile knowing this is exactly where you wanted her. "Oh baby, is this making you feel good? You need to cum so fast?"
She nods her head aggressively and you almost groan at how submissive she looks right now. "Oh, does this make you feel so good? Better than me?"
She widens her eyes knowing she is in a trap now. Your hand still moving the toy up and down her dick. "N-no! Y-you."
You cut her off mocking her, "y- y- you what? You want to cum so badly because the toy is making you feel better than your wife ever could?"
Her hips jerk when she hears you say 'wife' and she moans out a no, but you're relentless, slowing down the toy to make the pleasure unbearable, knowing this slow pace won't make her cum.
You lean close her her and say, "If you want to cum so bad then do it, but remember, if you cum now, you won't get to cum in my pretty little pussy for the rest of the week."
Tears prick in her eyes at the thought of going a whole week without being able to feel you around her and she says, "No! Please no! I need you!"
You smirk and say, "Then don't cum until I say you can slut."
You pick up the pace again making her moan and jerk her hips, you know she can only last so long without exploding, but you're testing her limits tonight. She suddenly gets another overwhelming urge to cum again so she is trying to do anything to get you to let her or stop. Words start flowing out of her mouth desperate for either a release or a break, "Please! I need to cum so bad! I'm begging you. Please mommy! I've been so good, I just want to cum!"
You frown and slow down a bit while tucking some of her sweaty hair behind her ear, knowing that Natasha only calls you mommy when she is feeling really submissive, so you check on her a bit, her whining at the pace decreasing, "I know darling, I just need you to honestly give me a color."
She quickly blurts out, "Green! Please mommy!"
You smile at her confirmation, and pick up the pace once again, "Oh baby, mommy is just making you feel so good right now, isn't she?"
Natasha nods her head but lets out a yelp when you slap her thigh, "Wring answer. It's this toy making you feel good. You love the thought of fucking this thing. You're just such a dumb little slut because you want to cum so bad into it. It's like you have your big cock in another girl's pussy. You want that? You want your dick in another girl and not your wife?"
She shakes her head again, words spewing out of her at a thousand words per minute "No mommy! please I need you! I need your pussy so bad! I'm so close!"
You glare at her and pump harder slightly squeezing the fleshy toy when you see some precum leak out the hole in the top so that she feels it tighter. "Then you're going to hold it like a good girl. I know you can make it a little longer baby."
She finally lets tears fall from her eyes at the pain of having to hold back to listen to you, but after a little bit you soften up and decide to swiftly pull the toy off of her, which in turn makes her raise her voice at you crying for stimulation, "No mommy! Please not again! I can't take it! I can't!"
You hush her getting into position slightly hovering over her red-hot dick. "Shh shh honey, I know I know, Mommy's right here baby, she just needs to adjust to you really quickly and then we'll keep going alright?"
You sigh as you take her whole length into your pussy, Nat whines and her hips jerk involuntarily, making you moan softly. You lean down to kiss her softly and then start bouncing up and down making a lewd noise come from Natashas throat. You chuckle and say, "You like that baby? Is it better than the toy? Come on don't be shy now, tell me baby."
She nods her head, trying to find the words in her mushy brain, "Yes mommy," she huffs out with an exasperated breath, "I love you so much detka, you're so much better than the toy, I only want to make you happy."
You pout at the fact that even though she's so terribly desperate for you, she still wants the best for you. You also notice the lack of the word 'mommy' and it instead being replaced with 'detka' indicating that she is slightly more in control and less submissive now.
You continue to bounce and thrust you hips into hers which makes moans rip out of the both of you. You can feel Nat twitching inside of you a clear indicator that she wants to come so quickly, her last orgasm having been torn from her grasp. You tilt her head down from it's thrown back position to have her look at you. The look of pure love and need in her eyes making you swoon. "Hey darling, you're doing so good for me, I'm gonna keep going, okay? You can cum inside me at any time."
She pouts at your tone, and says, "Can you please be rough with me? I liked it."
You smirk at her confession, you became tender when you thought she was done with it, but apparently, she still has some in her. So, you nod your head and whisper seductively, "Okay, if you want rough then you're gonna have to beg me to cum."
Excitement reinstalls in her features as you start to almost jump up and down on her cock, and she groans saying, "i can't hold it much longer, please let me cum!"
You moan when she hits a spot in you, honestly, you're quite impressed with how long she's made it. You're already close which means she made it at least double if not triple the time you thought she would. So you smirk down at her and shake your head. "Not good enough baby, you've got to do better than that
Your words being broken up since you've started moaning so much. She goes to beg again but you untie her quickly and keep talking, "Touch my clit baby, be a good girl and help me out please."
She immediately starts rubbing circles on your clit, ignoring her sore wrists, bringing you to the brink, which makes you clench down on Nat. This sensation makes her stutter, but she persists, determined to make you proud. "Please, I- you- ugh... You feel so good squeezing me; I feel like I'm gonna explode."
You nod your head to let her continue, "You're so fucking tight and warm, nothing could compare to you. Nothing, nobody could make me feel as good as my wife can."
This makes you clench extra hard and a guttural moan slips past your lips which sets Natasha off. She empties her seed into you, and this triggers your orgasm. All you hear is a weak, "I'm coming" fall past her lips and you feel her ejaculate into your pussy.
The feeling of euphoria surrounds the both of you as you both ride out your highs. Eventually you slip off of her, falling beside her trying to catch your breath.
Natasha, however, is so blissed out that you come back to earth and untie her before she can even see or think again. The first thing she says is, "Wow, just wow."
You giggle and cuddle up next to her saying, "You did so good for me baby, I'm so proud of you."
She smiles and turns on her side saying, "Thank you baby."
You smile as she leans in to kiss you. After sharing a soft kiss, she tries to deepen it, and moves to get on top of you, but you softly push her away saying, "You don't have to do another round baby, I pushed a lot of your limits today."
She sits up and glares at you saying, "It's our wedding night, not just mine. So, of course I'm going to take care of you baby. You must be crazy to think otherwise. I'm not just going to let you sleep without coming."
You giggle at her and she quirks a brow at you saying, "What's so funny huh?"
You smile and say, "I guess you were so out of it that you didn't even notice."
She frowns and says, "Notice what?"
You smile giving her a soft peck on the cheek, "Natty, I already did cum. In fact, I came so hard that I even squirted a bit onto you."
You point down at her abdomen which does, in fact, have your essence all over it. This realization making her blush, "Oh... I guess I was really out of it huh?"
You laugh at her timidness and say, "I don't know about you, but I can't walk..."
She smiles and gets up to go clean herself before coming back with a washcloth to clean you as well. Her tender hand making sure to not hurt you or make you uncomfortable from being so sensitive. Then she comes back to cuddle with you on her chest, and you whisper into her ear, "You did really impress me tonight, you know?"
She smiles and sighs, "Really? How so?"
You look into her eyes and say, "You lasted way longer than I expected you to, especially after the whole night of teasing."
She smirks and says, "Maybe I've leveled up since I have a wife now..."
This time it is your turn to blush, and say, "I guess that could be true."
She smiles as she settles into an almost sleep state, "Yeah, definitely true. My wife makes me a better person, in every way. I love you."
You smile and whisper an 'I love you too' back to her only to find that she is already asleep. Before you drift off to dream land you smile softly, thinking about her words.
"My wife."
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A/N: Holy shit indeed. this thing took forever. I actually have no idea how long it is or how many words but I do know that I am done with this finally T-T... College is kicking my butt already, so I'm sorry if I post less. Please tell me what you thought of this! it makes my day to see people liked my work.
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Comfortable
Summary: Astarion walks in on you in a rather compromising situation. Naturally, he offers to help, but then you ask him to promise you something that he was not expectingâŠ
Pairing: Astarion x female!Tav
Warnings: 18+. Astarion's POV. Fluff. Aftercare. Oral sex. Pillow humping. Innuendo. Mentions of masturbation.
Word count: 3.3k
It's a wavering sequence of whimpers that catches Astarion's attention just as he arrives at camp after a late night hunt.
The blood on non thinking creatures seldom presents itself as a decent meal, but he finds it unfair to depend exclusively on you.
The boars in the outskirts of Baldur's Gate are delectable enough to blind his hunger for a few hours â maybe a full day, if need be.
The camp seems peaceful and quiet with everyone still catching some rest after in their respective tents, and as the pale moon glows up high in the dark blue sky, he notices the dawn isn't breaking for at least a few more hours.
Maybe he can indulge in a trance to ease his mind and body after feeding, even though it's not a dire necessity.
But it seems that the night has other plans reserved for him.
His steps are light and sure, following the crescendo of sounds that seems to come from near his tent.
He would recognise that voice anywhere.
You.
As he draws near, trying to make out the origin of said whimpers, he vaguely wonders if you're having a dream.
That is the most reasonable explanation.
But then he hears what resembles a muffled groan.
A nightmare?
Instinctively, an eyebrow quirks as he approaches your tent.
And then he freezes.
Even through the obvious failed attempt at reining yourself in, he knows exactly what he heard.
His name. Muffled and barely intelligible, but his name, nonetheless.
An amused smile tugs at his lips as it dawns on him that you are indeed pleasuring yourself. Risky and unexpected, but beyond a shadow of a doubt.
CheekyâŠ
He could simply entertain this, and leave it to you to reach your peak on your own.
Unfortunately for him, he has just fed.
And unfortunately for you, he has every intention of interrupting your solo endeavour.
His usual cool body now flooded with the warmth and vigour that make it extremely easy not to succumb to your sweet and melodic whimpers.
As such, he tugs at the strings that hold both flaps together, successfully drawing a surprised gasp from you.
âYou scared me!âÂ
He finds you propped up on one elbow before rushing to sit and pulling a blanket to cover yourself, a mortified look splattered across your face.
The sight in front of him is enough for the recently drunk blood to rush downwards at record speed.Â
Predictable, but such is the nature of his body when it comes to you.
Flustered and quickened breaths. His senses are so sharp from the recent blood intake, that he can hear your heartbeat drumming fast in your chest.
By now, he knows you well enough.
So well, that he's sure he has just interrupted your climax.
The confirmation comes in the form of a low growl of frustration.
He almost feels sorry for you, but what crosses his mind is the offer of a moment of pleasure so great only he can provide.
âYou were close.â
It isn't a question and he doesn't expect an answer.
But you're so visibly irritated that you scowl deeply. âYes! Yes, I was. Thank you so much for interrupting.â
âMy pleasure,â he retorts, knowing fully well he's about to set off a bomb if he doesn't choose his words carefully.
You have a temper he adores to test. He's used to dancing to your tune and knows exactly which strings to pull to get you riled up in ways that often lead to very enjoyable outcomes.
His cock welcomes your huff of annoyance with a faint twitch.
âWhy didnât you just⊠waitâŠâ you almost cry out in sheer frustration.
He lets out a taunting laugh. âWhat, and miss out on all of the fun, darling?â
A dramatic pout settles your lips and it takes all of his self-control not to wipe it off your face with a kiss in an instant.
âHow many did you take this time?â
It is a glaring taunt.
And your mouth drops open.
Maybe he should have eased his way in, considering the current predicament.
But the way your body is all flustered and heated from your own touch is enough to flare desire inside him. And whenever desire begins to swell inside him, the fine line between reason and pleasure begins to blur.Â
Mostly because he knows he was the one on your mind when you had your fingers deep inside you.
Your eyes widen slowly, and you clutch the blanket closer to your lower half, still hiding the proof of your arousal from his prying eyes.
You don't reply at first, your pride keeping you silent.
But Astarion doesn't mind. In fact, he enjoys your resistance at first. Makes it all the more enjoyable when you finally give in.
âHow many, darling?â
You frown, averting your eyes.
So stubbornâŠ
His cock adores it.
âHow many?â his tone is firmer this time and you slowly meet his eyes again.
â... two.â
He clicks his tongue, crouching before you. âOh, darlingâŠâÂ
Two fingers are not nearly enough to provide the fullness and stretch that only his cock can. But he appreciates your effort nonetheless.
It's quite adorable and enough to have his cock hardening even more.
Your fingers still glisten in the faint candlelight and he feels the sudden urge to have them in his mouth. He never tires of tasting you in more ways than one.
âYou do not need to hide from me,â he says tenderly, but still not moving an inch. He wants you to feel comfortable enough under his gaze. âYou've bared yourself to me many times, love.â
Still, you don't let go of the fabric, a slash of defiance crossing your face. âYou took too long.â
Ah. âDid you miss me?â
You bite your lip, face softening as you nod twice.
And you were so desperate for him that you just couldn't wait?
Gods.
His cock stirs even more against his trousers at the silent realisation.
âAnd I am here now,â he says, dropping to his knees, as a wicked smile turns his lips. âSo, allow me.â
He reaches out with his hand to tug at the fabric, silently looking for your permission.
A shaky sigh parts your lips and he spots a shiver as he pulls the blanket that keeps you from him.
His eyes drop to the sweet spot between your legs and he almost regrets having interrupted you.
Almost.
Your clit is so swollen it deliciously peeks from between your folds, parting them gently. It throbs faintly as he catches your clenching a few times, wetness dripping out.
After a moment, he manages to tear his gaze away, ignoring the twitches of protest from his cock.
He finds your half-hooded eyes. âMay I?â
You hesitate at first, nearly pressing your thighs together, but he stops you with both hands on your knees, a reassuring grip that has you slowly but surely loosen up under his touch.
âYou don't have toâŠâ
No, he doesn't.
But he wants to.
In fact, he thinks he needs to.
He rubs circles along your flushed skin, wanting your full attention on him before he speaks, âI appreciate the concern, darling, but I'm impossibly hard and you look incredibly delectable.â
It's more than enough to have you yearning for more, as a surprise gasp parts your lips.
You finally nod, spreading your legs and leaning back as you settle on your elbows.
He offers a sly grin, lowering and positioning himself right where he craves to be.
But not before he eases some of the growing tension on his lower half. The blood coursing through his body is more of an inconvenience for now, and he's sure, under different circumstances, he'd have better control over this.
Or maybe not.
Maybe you're just that good for him.
You jerk slightly when his mouth draws near your slick folds.
âWait.â
And he does, his concentration slightly shaken as he promptly scans your face for any cause for alarm.
âJust⊠don't leave afterwards.â
Don't leaveâ
Astarion's lips are so close to your clit, he has to pull back slightly so he can have a proper look at you, his hardened cock still straining against his undergarments.
âWhat do you mean?â he asks, perplexed.Â
There is hesitance in your eyes. âYou tend to leave after⊠like you don't want to be here with me.â
That sounds like a whiplash to him, because it is not true at all.
Your words take him by surprise and he immediately worries he may have said or done something that could be interpreted as mixed signals.
âDarling, Iââ
But you immediately shake your head. âIf you can stay after⊠I'd appreciate it. Only you want to, of course,â you quickly add. âIt doesn't feel right otherwiseâŠâ
It isn't a request. Nor a plea.
It's just what feels right.
He's done this many times to the point of instinct. It comes natural to him to please others. The aftermath, though, is something that he's also used to forgoing. The mess, the sweat, the fluids⊠the unnecessary and forced talkâŠ
But you are different, aren't you?
You are not⊠the others.
And after all you've been through, he feels his mind nearly snap in half as he realises just how much he's still holding back with you.
Even something as simple as just staying still felt⊠tainted.
Slowly, he nods.Â
And slowly, your lips turn into a tender smile that he's grown to adore beyond comprehension.
âI'll stay.â
You heave a deep sigh of relief. âThank you.â
Astarion counters the impromptu detour with unmatched expertise, lowering his head and admiring just how eager your body is for him.
Before he drags his tongue along your folds, he slithers his hand down to reach for the front of his trousers, hurriedly undoing them.
It's his turn to sigh in relief as his cock is set free.
But now he misses the friction and the carpeted floor of your tent feels too rough.
His eyes roam around in search of something â anything â more comfortable.
And then he's caught off guard by your offer.
âMaybe this will help.â
A pillow.
He chuckles deviously, appreciating your creativity in moments such as these. Promptly, he takes it in his hand and positions it under him, his cock welcoming the soft surface.
âI adore that mind of yours,â he says cheekily.
You are about to voice a reply, but no word comes out when his tongue hits your entrance.Â
Immediately, your hips buck and his smile never wavers.
He knows what you crave, but he will take his time even if you're already close to the edge.
After all, he's addicted to his devotion to you even if he never utters it out loud. He prefers his actions speak for themselves. Words are treacherous and deceiving. Actions speak louder.
And so he indulges in you. He indulges you, because that is what keeps him from reaching the frayed ends of his mind.Â
You're what grounds him these days.
And he will ground you with him.
As such, he drags the tip along your folds, collecting your wetness and he only stops once it finds your clit.
A soft moan escapes your lips and he hopes you have it in you to keep it down so as to not wake the others.Â
He locks eyes with you one last time. âAre you ready, darling?â
Your hips roll twice, but he knows you're not ready. You never are for the pleasure he offers to you so passionately.Â
Another roll and he knows you're growing impatient, so he gives your clit a quick swipe of his tongue before he latches.
He doesn't begin suckling hard right away, as he needs to ensure he can steady you for what's to come. Both arms loop around your thighs and he allows his eyes to flutter shut, losing himself in you.
It amazes him how your body responds to him, and your hips try to find a desperate rhythm as if you're riding his cock.
The pillow under him provides enough friction for him to roll his own hips, eager to match your tempo.
He could feel the wetness drenching the fabric, but he can't bring himself to care.
Your hand finds his curls and he growls against your clit as you tug gently, but evidently craving more.
And more he gives you.
He's sucking more fiercely this time, taking his time to savour the swell in between his teeth. From this angle, he can feel your wetness coating his chin. He can't directly feel it, but he just knows you're clenching desperately around nothing.
Maybe he should take it slower.
Maybe he should pry you open with two of his fingers, even though you're wet enough to take a third one.
But the unexpected friction caused by the pillow is begging to edge him beyond belief.
Is it from the blood he drank? Is he just so ridiculously aroused? Why is your clit so swollen this time? Is it from his incessant suckles?Â
His mind turns into haze and he decides he's not looking for any logical answers.
He simply allows his hips to move on their own accord, matching the face with each suckle.
ïżœïżœAstarion⊠GodsâŠâÂ
You're fortunate his mouth is kept busy, or he'd hurl a snarky reply. Gods have no place here. The delicacies of carnal bliss are reserved for those who tread the earth.
He's the only one who'd ever worship you, and you'd worship him right back, because that's how it's meant to be.
Precum drips from his tip at an alarming rate. He's too hard. He's too aroused. His body is seeking to be inside yours.
But he decided against it.
No.
He wants to see you unravel for him and in front of him.
His eyes open once again and he takes in the sight of your body undulating. Skin all flushed and eyes read to drop close as you near the precipice.
As always, his latch is impeccable. He never lets go and takes pride in leaving you dripping for him.
A few droplets run down his chin and dangle from it, bestowing upon him the most enticing silent praise he could ask for.
He knows you're close when your fingers close around his curls, desperately rocking your hips against him.
A low growl of approval rumbles in his chest and he's starting to struggle to keep his pace.
He has to find a way to still his hips before you reach your climax in fear you'll drag him along with you far too soon.
And so he does.
This time, he wants to see it.
He wants to see you as you come for him.
He's mostly perplexed that you found a way to muffle your moans, your shirt rolled up and captured in between your teeth, granting him the privileged view of your heaving breasts and hardened nipples.
Momentarily, his hips threaten to buck driven by pure instinct.
But he manages to hold back.
And when he's sure you're too far gone, head tilting back and legs shaking ever so slightly, does he unlatch from your clit.
He pulls back enough to witness the first sets of contractions course through your body.Â
Wetness drips from his chin, and he can't tear his gaze from the mesmerising way your entrance clenches rhythmically before him.
He's felt those contractions many times. He is well aware of just how vicious and relentless they can be around his cock, never failing to draw every last drop of his cum deep inside you.
Your muffled cries and the way your hips still momentarily, are all he needs to get lost in his own pleasure again.
He props himself high enough to place his hips at the right angle, rolling them urgently against the soft fabric of the pillow.
He's so close⊠so deliciously close.
Your taste lingers on his tongue and the vision of you still writhing under him holds his gaze almost painfully.
Your fingers ease on his curls and he feels the familiar tightening of his balls warning him that he's about to reach the point of no return.Â
It comes and overtakes his body so violently his mind blanks for a brief moment, as his mouth drops open.
He wants to groan and growl and hiss, but no sound comes out.
The friction is so overwhelming, he can't help but to lose balance, his lips finding your swollen clit once again.
And just like before, he latches instinctively and you try to jerk away from him, definitely being hit with a sting of oversensitivity.Â
He comes undone, suckling on you harder than ever before.
Ropes of cum spill from him rhythmically, his own contractions taking over. He can feel the fabric underneath him drench with each thrust, and he vaguely wonders how much of it he still has left in him.
Your clit is now the only thing grounding him as he rides out his climax and, in the far corner of his hazy mind, he's thankful that you eased into him once again, granting him the solace he is seeking so desperately.
There's only so much he can withstand as his senses are flooded with overwhelming pleasure, and he finds himself unlatching and almost slumping against your lower abdomen.
He's spent.
Utterly spent.
He thinks he hears a tender giggle, but maybe it's simply his mind playing tricks on him.
With effort, he hoists himself along your body, collapsing, the side of his face resting against your stomach.
He wants to say something, but he's rendered silent by the aftershock of his climax.
And that's when he feels your fingers again, raking along his scalp and through unruly curls.Â
âAre you leaving?â
He says nothing.
Your fingertips work their magic along his skin and he's sure you can lull him into a trance if you so wished.Â
You're too powerful and he's too in love with you to care.
âAstarion.â
Your voice is low and sweet and he hums in return, arm wrapped around your waist.
âCan we stay like this for a while?â
Who's he to deny you of it? Or himself?
He's sweaty and his cock drenched in cum and precum and you're a mess yourself. Hardly the epitome of romance.
Or maybe he's wrong because when you bring a soft piece of cloth to his temple and drag it along his face, he suddenly gets it.
He finally understands why you want him to stay.
Why it makes sense.
His eyes flutter shut as he basks in your tenderness and adoration.Â
You hum a soft tune under your breath, cleaning him up.
Face and neck first.
âCan you shift higher?â you ask.
He realises your intentions and lifts his head to stare at you.
âYou don't have to.â
All you do is offer him a smile. Your smile. âI want to. Allow me, lover.â
No one has ever taken care of him. No one has ever bothered to. Not until you.Â
He silently does what you asked, too stunned to come up with a clever tease.
His eyes flutter shut in what comes close to embarrassment. For some reason, he feels more exposed than ever when you wrap the cloth around his cock.
âTell me if it gets too much,â you say, your voice but a whisper.
He immediately shakes his head. âNot with you.â
A hiss parts his lips as you tenderly take care of him.
Astarion rests his head just above your breast andÂ
âDo you wish to talk?â he asks.
Your lips find their way through his damp curls, placing a kiss atop his head.
âDo you want to?â
He chuckles, feeling his cock soften in your hand â definitely a first. âI fear I'm too drained to do so.â
âSilence it is,â you say and he feels your warm breath against his skin.
Not just any silence.
Comfortable silence.
The rare type old romance books mention in passing and that many seek to no avail.
But he's found it because he's found you.
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âą â freedom overseas â âą
GET INTO IT: feeling carefree each time he traveled shouldnât be different for jungkook. as much as he wishes to feel like this back home, he canât help but restrict himself at all times. - one thing about you working abroad and his schedules matching your timezones (better when it hits same destination), he could only wish and live for the best. âcause thatâs exactly what heâll get.
pairing: jungkook x reader.
word count: 3.4k
be aware of: graphic smut and unprotected sex (be always safe). reader canât resist jk, car sex, jungkook smokes here so uhm.. y-yeah..
authorâs note: since this is supposed to be a drabble (lol). hopefully my next work will end up being with more than 2k (lol) kisses and let me know what you think đ. istg this story changed 2837 times hajaja
when you step outside the restaurant walking towards jungkook whoâs smoking, footsteps froze at the sudden image.
he smokes? since.. when?
bewildered, you blink twice as your eyes carefully watch him take another hit of the small nicotine. this is definitely a whole new side of him you didnât know about.. completely new, but it got you confused. youâre not crazy to remember him talking about his hate for cigarettes because of how much his dad used to do it back when he was little.. right? like that wasnât a dream. youâre pretty sure he has expressed his disgust to you. almost agreeing with you.
sigh..
the more you look at him as you approach him feels like you canât even get mad at him.
..why? well.. pinocchio wouldnât be proud of you if you say he didnât looked hot doing it.
ugh! what are these thoughts!
you definitely despise the smell of cigarettes! you even hate the sight of it, but why does he gives you quite the view? - you blame it on the way he carries himself with so much confidence yetâ is so unbothered when he opens his mouth talking with your friends. his outfit too and how an all black combo always look so good on him.. but then, the simplest thing as him holding that tiny folded paper around his pointy and middle finger touching in between his soft and natural pink lips with a very boyish smile almost made you feel like having a lucid dream. why? because.. well, you were definely wet now.
what..? no!
yes, you are. you could feel it now. if only he could feel it through your panties..
mm.. no!!
mm.. yes!! you hated daydreaming fantasies with him like this but your body and mind could be very uncontrollable sometimes. feeling a single drop down your panties.. what can you do now? arenât you supposed to hate this? you do! but why is your body reacting this way? itâs not wrong but it isnât entirely right either considering you donât like cigarettes.
deciding to ignore all the carnal thoughts running through your mind, you keep walking straight to him. as sticky and annoying as it feels.
âso.. is this your way of getting fresh air?â you start as soon as your friends started parting ways. tone rather calm compared to the troubled mindset you had a few seconds ago.
startling him, softly so. âah.. ha. this.â he responds. eyes blinking on beat as soon as he grins. you watch carefully as his hand shakes the little tobacco rolled paper.
âyeah.. this.â shyly pointing at it, âhow long has this being going on?â voice still calm, you didnât put too much effort in questioning him. itâs his body at the end of the day and you know just how stubborn your boyfriend can get.
âmm..â smoke exhaling from his mouth and heâs mindfully careful when he does it tilting his head up for the smoke to follow that direction and not be even near close your entire face. ânot long ago, actually. taehyung once brought this one vaper and i was curious by its smell each time he used it, so I bought one. strawberry ice cream, to be clear,â he laughed, you do too. âit was weird but I liked it.â
âhm..â slowly crossing your arms around your body you lean against his car in thought. not breaking eye contact even a second, jungkook could feel it. âwhat made you change your mind? mânot gonna lie. Iâm surprised. I remember you once saying you hated it.â
and itâs like your gaze is looking for answers and jungkook can clearly see that. knows you too much. thinks itâs so cute too. the way your curiosity rises each time he takes another hit, he can trust your mind being full of unanswered questions for him. he knows what you mean as well as knowing how much you donât like it either. but the fact that you arenât mentioning none of it to him it just makes him look at you with nothing more but warm eyes. thinking he loves you too much.
âso do you.â he states by wanting to make that clear. so you know that he knows. so you know that he wonât and isnât getting crazy about it, that heâs aware. but you could only understand that if he really explained why.
so thatâs what he does.
âremember that day when I texted you about living one life?â you nod. âwell, I decided to just give it a try. I want to try everything that I can when it comes to things that I want. be it temporally or not. during my whole life.. as long as I live, thereâs probably not gonna be a second chance right?â
âright.â
âat least not in this body,â and heâs so soft spoken that when he shakes once more whatâs left of the cigaretteâs butt before taking his last hit, the sound of a familiar plastic sound resonates through your ears and thatâs when you see him pull two tiny tabs of what seems to be gum off his pocket. and you canât believe he just did that. suddenly the image you were seeing right now, not matching with his current actions. so you canât help but give a small smile as soon as he handles one tab for you to take with his pretty big eyes.
he continues, âeven though it damages my body a little, thereâs a balance thing called in life. iâm not getting addicted and I donât do it excessively-â
âI was worrying about that, actually..â you voice out, interrupting him. âyou tend to get obsessive over things.â
it makes him smile, softly. âI know. but I wonât, I promise. you know my thing is drinking alcohol anyways.. even though that isnât entirely good either..â making you laugh in unison as you lightly punch him.
âat least youâre aware.â
âhey!â he hugs you side ways. âcandy isnât so much good for your health either..â walking towards the side of his car so you can go.
âbut iâm not obsessed.â you huff about it.
âcould be. you do get a bit obsessive.â bopping your nose.
âstop!â
making him laugh, âokay.. hop on.â
âI hate you.â
âshow me how much.â and.. he closes the door with the biggest playful smile.
oh.. no, not again.
and there you are, left with a big hysterical smile plastered on your lips as you try to breath in, breath out the sudden rush of your body. â come on! itâs not as if you werenât fucking wet a few minutes ago as soon as you saw him do the things you hated the most.. right? ..you totally got this..
but who.. who were you lying to? itâs not like you could control your body when you havenât seen him in weeks anyways..
yeah.. you were a mess.
still, you tried to play it cool. âare we heading back towards the hotel, right?â genuily asking.
he responds as soon as he closes his door. âyeah, why?â staring at you now. âwanna go somewhere else?â one palm touching your bare thigh when he asks.. you know thereâs nothing wrong with it, and it should be normal at this point of your relationship too, but your hormones were getting the best of you so you just play it off, gently pulling his hand away as much as you didnât wanted to. deep inside.
ânot actually, was just asking.â itâs the truth, but jungkook only squinted his eyes before resting an arm on top of the handbrake, his faceâs closer to yours. not enough for you to loose your sanity but close enough into getting a whiff of his rich cloudy scent. although, you canât deny how fine he looked staring at you like that, his eyes always seemed to shine no matter the situation. only that this time around, everything you could sense from it was nothing more than desire flaming throughout his dark orbits.
âyou know we can go wherever you want, right?â staying like that for a couple of seconds, all you can answer is a slight nervous âI know.â and jungkook can sense your sudden shyness. thinking is cute but this could only go one way or the other.. if you both play your cards right.
staring at you for a couple of seconds, jungkookâs piercing gaze switch between your lips along with your boobs and neck before getting ready to turn on the car.. making you exhale a little air after, as if you didnât know you were holding your breath.
âoriginally, I wanted to get back so I could brush my teeth or something to be honest.â talking about smoking. âIâm not much of a fan of the aftertaste,â he laughs. âbut if you want to go somewhere else,â a hand slides through your thigh.. again. only this time, he squeezes it two times. âIâm down for it too.â
one hand on the steering wheel, another one on your thigh.. itâs moments like these when you question if he knows how effortlessly irresistible he is.. sure, it might be something simple. heâs not doing much either. is just that his side profile and the way his hair lingers in his face and overall the way heâs shaped and how you can literally see the bump of his chest pop for how much he works out mark through his shirt that it makes you want to trace his pectorals with your fingers forever makes you want to eat him and thatâs it but.. uh, isnât that the definition of being so stupidly effortlessly hot?
when you softly press both your legs together, his hand seems to scalate close to your inner thigh..
oh jungkook.. perhaps, are you having the same thoughts as me?
still, you try your best to ignore it. âah.. so thatâs why you have gum with you, isnât it?â
âcaught.â rising both hands up as played guilty.
and as you stare at him.. you notice once again, he looked fine. your legs squeeze and you slightly arch your back when your gaze is back on the street still trying to ignore the finest hottie beside you. - jungkook, on the other hand, just smiles to himself and starts driving. you canât help but give little sneak peeks at the way he gently but confidently grasps the wheel with one hand.. as soon as the other one approaches your thigh once again.. - he always did this but you were uncontrollable tonight. canât help but immediately give him those eyes as soon as he reaches your beloved red light.
you swore going back to the hotel wasnât the main priority. you wanted him now. - so slowly tilting your head to the side, your voice is airy when âbabe..â
âmmh?â
and thatâs when he sees you. you donât say a word but he already knows whatâs that thing youâre craving the most, and that thing itâs him. he doesnât speak either. just staring at you under the red light, his hand traces a path towards your slowly opening legs. when you bite your lips into a smirk, his fingers are already pushing your panties to the side. confirming his most prominent thought. youâre wet as fuck.
âwere you waiting for this?â eyes gazing up and down your body, his voice is cheeky when he asks. biting down both of his lip rings. âfuck. just how long were you this turned on?â playing with your clit âand why didnât you told me..â as your body twitches. âit makes me crazy..â whispering more to himself.
â
when youâre gripping the head of his seat increasing the pressure between your arms so you could balance your jumps more deeper and precisely above him, he feels like he could cum in any moment. controlling his breathing, he tries to concentrate in order not to but the way your breast bounce and how you manage to leave quick steamy kisses over his neck makes it so hard. mostly when he has this desire to kiss all over your chest and suck on your titties. but his hands are also gripping so hard at the side of the seat, he barely touches your legs and he feels like a teenager are over again.
the fuck is this coming from him not wanting to last? he blames it on the long time you havenât seen each other. 3 weeks exactly without your kisses and physical touch.. when he remember fucking almost (if not) everyday when you stayed at his house or he stayed at yours. - thereâs always this deep desire whenever youâre close to each other, jungkook doesnât think it will ever go away and to be honest he doesnât even want it to ever disappear. always thinking about if itâs you, then everything will be okay.
but as youâre both very into it, something similar like a flash, lights up a little the dark street jungkook managed to set you up. - you both ignore it at first but after two more times, you stop bouncing hard on him switching to slow circular movements that still makes jungkook bite his lips for how good you feel.
âdonât stop.â heâs confident, palming your ass.
âI think thereâs someone watching us.â
âIâve notice too.â
but you both end up stopping your movements regardless.
quickly looking around, the flashes has seemed to be gone but as you keep searching for someone, jungkook just stares at you only to caught your attention back by squeezing your ass two times. making your eyes meet as he mischievously smirks.
âI couldnât care less from last time, you know it.â sensually kissing your lips. heâs provoking you all over again.. âlet them have a show. itâs what they want.â
and you know heâs referring to that one time you both fucked on a balcony being overseas too. - paparazzis had caught you fucking and while you were worried about him getting bashed for it (for the blurry clips that spreaded back then), he ended up being so calm about it to the point of fighting with his company saying he shouldnât feel guilty for wanting to fuck his girlfriend. - and while he understands the depth of why they asked him to be careful, he still thinks itâs just bullshit and that the people who love him for him, will just accept and be happy that heâs happy experiencing what every normal person does. so why everybody can be happy but him? heâs just the same human with needs and desires..
âbut this isnât-â
âstop worrying about me. I know you canât help it, so let me just say thereâs nothing wrong with us wanting to fuck.. I bet theyâve their own experience so why canât we have ours?â
when you hold his face, you know what he means. knowing how hard it is for him to tell you to stop worrying about it since he once told you he couldnât just tell that to you because it make him feel careless about your feelings, but you do really get him this time..
when it comes from his personality, a part of you loved that. love that he doesnât care, love that he always chooses his happiness because at the end of the day he knows he might only have this one life. and even if he donât, he still wants to enjoy it at his best and thatâs why when he motions your hips to move by gripping the side of your waist, both of your bodies stick so close to each other that the image of him biting his lips as he contemplates your body makes you not want to regret this and so you donât. realizing youâll only have this from time to time.
âfuck this.â you moan to his ear when jungkook kisses are needy and steamy, confirming just how badly he wanted to try this.
talking about it itâs something but actually experience this feeling of sex in such a limited place (even when this car is very spacious) was really hot and adrenaline reaching. windows foggy and all, it almost feel like a movie. you believe that at this rate itâs even difficult to look at inside the car so if those strangers were really filming or whatever, theyâre footage will be already ruined.
you smiled a little because of that. but it didnât lasted long when you suddenly feel both of jungkookâs hands around your hips manhandling the way you were going to start bouncing on him.
âlet them see if theyâre so interested in me. I couldnât care less.â he just doesnât give a single fuck right now and that only makes you want him more.
see, whenever heâs on his âI donât give a fuckâ moment.. you believe thatâs when heâs the most sexiest and dangerous. - maybe you were too into him but each time he showed this side of himself.. you canât help but love it and be turned on for it at the same time.
â
while he treats you like his personal fucktoy, he does gives you times were you could move at you own pace. but the sounds and the way he touched you were making it hard for you so thereâs nothing left when you say, âI- I want to cum.â with such a tiny desperate voice, it makes jungkook grin.
âdo it.â voice tender compare with his hot-messy image. âmm, iâll cum too if you do.â moaning afterwards.
and the good thing is that he really can make himself cum once you do. all he has to do is concentrate in the way your walls contracts into him as if they were gonna swallow, he loves it each time. say it feels too rich, too tight for him to handle. - so when youâre both done, after driving for a while, you donât see more cars trying to follow you.
âgonna sleep so well tonight, iâm so fucking happyyyâ he singsongs as soon as he lays in bed, pulling you into his chest for a hug. âno more nightmares,â he kisses your forehead. âmy princess is here.â
smiling to himself, you feel so shy and loved at the same time. gently kissing his lips. âI can say the same.â lovey-dovey eyes looking at him.
he caresses your hair. âmy pretty little princess.â
you smile. âI hope you donât go hard on yourself.â saying after knowing whatâs coming if there really was someone witnessing what happened earlier.
âdonât worry.â softly smiling, âI told you I didnât cared, didnât I?â caressing one of your cheeks.
âhm. but still.â
it makes him look at you with warms eyes. âkeep being cute. iâm grateful that you worry this much about me..â
âdonât tease me.â
âIâm not teasing you. itâs the truth.â pause. âI just love how caring you are because that means you really must love me..â tone serious.
âof course I do, silly!â you tease him, making him laugh.
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
âletâs sleep now. weâve so much things to do..â
â..and so much little time..â you follow.
âI know.â he sighs. âbut we can make it.â
âwe always do.â you proudly smile, he does too.
âI love us so much.â he says once again.
you laugh. âokay, letâs sleep sentimental boy.â
âyou love me this way.â
âyou know I do.â
and after teasing each other for a while, you both end up falling into your sleep for a brand new, busy and maybe more exciting day..
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Can I please request a fluffy enemies to lovers with a clone of your choice with the prompt âDid you just call me cute?â
Would love to see any! Female reader if possible. Thanks! đ
Up Close and Personal đ
𫧠Pairings: Commander Fox X Female!Reader
word count: 3.9k
prompt:
âą âDid just call me cute?â
Plot: When you accidentally let slip you thought Fox was cute, he grows curious and wonders if you still think the same under the helmet.
Warnings: Safe for work, grumpy/sunshine trope, teasing, awkward moments, flirting, kissing, mutual pining, accidental confessions.
Youâve been working alongside the Coruscant Guard for a while now, handling everything from delivering reports to managing routine tasks that help keep the operation running smoothly. Most of the clones greet you with a warm smile and friendly chatter when you drop by.
You were cheerful and always had a smile on your face, nothing ever seeming to phase you.
But when it comes to Commander Fox, he doesnât seem to match your enthusiasm. Where others find a moment to chat or joke around, Foxâs response is always the same: curt and dismissive.
You remember one time when you entered the office, probably a fortnight ago, laughing with Thire and Stone as you handed them their files. âYouâre a lifesaver,â Thire had said with a sigh of relief and grin after his had miraculously gone missing. You of course always had extra, just in case.
Stone chuckled and added, âYouâre the only reason we stay organised.â
Before you could reply, however, Fox cut in. His tone like durasteel. âCan you just leave the files and go? Some of us are trying to work.â He hadnât even looked up, but the chill in his voice was unmistakable. You forced a smile, and rolled your eyes at his attitude when you left the office that day. It didnât bother you as you were used to his moods but you couldnât help wondering what it would take to get past that fickle exterior.
And despite his attitude, you had noticed Foxâs subtle care for his brothers; something you found rather endearing. Youâve caught him running silent armour checks, making sure everyoneâs gear is spotless and in perfect order. Of course, itâs not about vanity but simply about keeping his men safe.
Itâs those types of moments that make you think thereâs more to him beneath the mask. Or helmet in this case.
Today, you decide to do something different. Rumors have been swirling that the Guardâs workload has been overwhelming lately. Crime in the lower levels is on the rise, and the boys are sadly running themselves ragged. So, you arrive at their station with a special treat: caf orders, each customised exactly how you know they like it.
You start with Commander Thire, who breaks into a grin as you hand him his cup. âYouâre too good to us,â he says, taking a sip. âThanks.â
Next is Stone, who raises an eyebrow in surprise. âDidnât expect this today,â he says, taking the steaming cup. âBut Iâm not complaining.â He shoots you a wink. âYou really know how to keep morale up.â
Sergeant Hound, busy tinkering with his gear with Grizzer snoozing at his feet looks up with a smile when you hand him his drink. âYou actually remembered mine,â he says, sounding almost impressed. He takes a long sip before giving you a small nod. âCheers. Really needed this.â
Finally, you approach Fox. Heâs leaning back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, watching you carefully through his visor. âIâll assume you didnât get me anything,â he says, voice as flat as ever.
You fight back a smirk and meet his gaze behind the visor. âYou assume wrong, Commander.â You slide the cup across his desk. Itâs strong, with a hint of sweetnessâyour best guess based on what youâve observed. Alongside it, you place a small sweet treat and the stack of data devices youâve been carrying. Oh, and you also could help but draw a small smiley face on the lid to his cup.
Fox doesnât touch the drink. Instead, he gives a sharp nod. âJust leave it and go.â
You swallow your disappointment, trying to keep your smile from faltering. âOf course, sir.â You turn to leave, the brief flash of hurt lingering despite your best efforts to shrug it off. Huh, maybe it did get to you.
As you exit, you catch a glimpse of Thire, Stone, and Hound exchanging looks before Thireâs voice cuts through the room. âYou know, Fox, a âthank youâ wouldnât kill you.â
Fox remains silent, but you donât stay long enough to see or hear his reaction. The door closes behind you, and you let out a quiet sigh.
Moments later, you hear quick footsteps behind you. âHey, wait up!â
You turn to see Thire jogging to catch up. âDonât take it personally,â he says, offering a sympathetic smile. âFox is⊠well, Fox. If he didnât like you at least a little, he wouldnât let you stick around.â
You laugh softly, though the sting hasnât fully faded. âDoesnât feel like it sometimes. I know heâs under a lot of stress, but stillâŠâ
Thire nods, understanding in his eyes. âHeâs got a funny way of showing appreciation. But trust me, we all see what you do for us, even if he doesnât say it. Youâre a bright spot in this whole mess.â
Your smile this time is more genuine, though still a bit weak. âThanks, Thire. I just wish I could get through to him, you know?â
âGive it time,â Thire says, clapping a hand on your shoulder. âHeâll come around. Until then, weâve got your back.â
A few days later, you arrive withâsurprise, surpriseâyet another stack of files. You expect to find the usual group in the office, and sure enough, Thire, Stone, and Hound are all at their stations, busy with their tasks. But thereâs one notable absence: Commander Fox. You glance around, scanning the room in curiosity.
Before you can ask, Stone notices the way youâre searching and smirks. âLooking for someone?â
Your cheeks warm slightly, realising youâve been caught. âNope,â you reply, a little too quickly. âJust⊠making sure I donât miss anyone.â
Thire chimes in, an amused glint in his eye. âSure, thatâs what youâre doing.â
You roll your eyes playfully, trying to play it off. âHonestly, you guys are worse than all those gossiping cadets and shinies.â
âDid Fox ever apologise for the other day?â Hound asks as you stand nearby, shifting through some flimsi. His question surprised you a little since you hadnât truly thought about it until now. But, you shake your head with a dismissive wave. âNah, but itâs fine. Iâm used to him being a grump. Besides,â you add with a smile, âyou lot make it worth coming around.â
But then Stone started to dig a little deeper as he leans back in his chair. âDid you think about what Thire said? About Fox not minding you hanging around?â
You bite your lip, remembering Thireâs words all too well. Now that did have you wondering for most of that night. For someone who always wanted you to go, he never actually told you to fully leave.
âYeah, actually. It got me thinking⊠maybe heâs not as bothered by me as he pretends.â You pause, considering your next question. âHey, have any of you actually seen him without his helmet?â
The three of them exchange glances before Thire nods, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. âHow do you think he downed that caf you brought him the other day?â
You lean back against the wall, arms crossed as you think it over but also a little smug knowing that Fox clearly liked your drink choice for him. âI always wondered what he looks like under there. Maybe heâs got some cool tattoos, or, like, bright red hair or something; to match the gear.â
Stone shrugs, pretending to be nonchalant. âCould do. But weâre not spilling anything.â
You narrow your eyes at them playfully, but before you can push further, you find yourself blurting out, âI mean, I bet heâs kinda cute.â
Thereâs a beat of silence before all three of them break into laughter. Hound gives you a teasing nudge. âSo, youâve got a crush on the boss now, huh?â
You wave them off, feeling your face flush. âNo, I meanâwell, no, yes, kinda? I donât know!â You fumble with your words, realising youâve put yourself in an awkward spot. You wouldnât say it was much of a crush but you did admire him.
âItâs not like that. Heâs just interesting, I guess. Annoying, but in a weird way, itâs kind of⊠cute?â
The boys exchange amused glances, and youâre about to defend yourself further when you notice all of their gazes suddenly lock onto somethingâor someoneâbehind you. The laughter dies down, and your stomach drops.
Before you can even turn around, a deep voice rumbles from directly behind you. âDid you just call me cute?â
You freeze, feeling your blood run cold. Slowly, you turn to face Fox, whoâs standing there with his arms crossed, his helmeted visor trained directly on you. You canât tell what expression heâs wearing underneath, but the deadpan delivery of his question makes you want to disappear into the nearest ventilation system.
âIâuhâŠâ you stammer, utterly at a loss. âWell, you seeââ
Thire, Stone, and Hound are barely holding in their snickers, clearly enjoying your discomfort. Foxâs posture remains unyielding as he waits for you to say something. Anything.
You finally manage a weak shrug. âI mean sure, why not?â
For a long moment, thereâs nothing but silence, and youâre certain youâll never live this down. But then, just when you think it couldnât get worse, Fox turns his helmet slightly as if considering your words. âInteresting,â is all he says before he strides past you, not giving anything away.
The room erupts in laughter as soon as heâs out of earshot, leaving you standing there, cheeks burning, as Thire claps you on the back. âWell, if thatâs not a confession, I donât know what is.â
âIâm never going to hear the end of this, am I?â
Stone grins. âNope. But hey, at least now youâve got him wondering.â
You playfully slap Stoneâs arm with the thick stack of flimsi you were holding. âYouâre impossible, you know that?â you tease, but thereâs a grin on your face despite your embarrassment.
Stone just chuckles, dodging away from your reach. âYou make it too easy, kid.â
Shaking your head, you wave the guys off. âOkay, Iâm leaving before I say anything else stupid. Youâll just have to survive without me for a bit.â
As you walk away, you can still hear their laughter, and although your cheeks are still warm, you canât help but smile.
Over the next week or two, you notice that Fox isnât in his office as much. Youâre not one to pry, but eventually, Thire lets it slip that itâs the Supreme Chancellor whoâs been keeping him busy, not the fact that he might be avoiding you. âHeâs been running all over the place on Palpatineâs orders,â Thire had said. âTrust me, itâs not about feeling awkward with you around.â
You nod, but you canât help the nagging thoughts that linger. Still, you push them aside, deciding itâs better not to dwell on it.
One afternoon, you arrive at the office, balancing a tray with the usual caf orders and some sweet treats. Itâs become a bit of a weekly ritual now, something the guys seem to look forward to. But today, when you step inside, the office is eerily quietâno Thire, no Stone, no Hound. And non-surprisingly, no Fox.
You frown, setting the tray down on the nearest desk. âHello?â you call out, but the only response is the hum of the overhead lights.
Shrugging, you decide to leave everything on their desks for when they return. You place each cloneâs drink down, making sure their reports are organised alongside them.
When you reach Foxâs desk, you pause. Itâs a bit messier than usual, the clutter showing signs of someone whoâs been overworked and stretched thin. Your brows furrow in concern as you instinctively start tidying up, sorting the files and stacking the more urgent ones on top.
As you organise his drawers, youâre about to close one when something catches your eye. An empty caf cup, tucked away almost like itâs been hidden. You pull it out and recognise it immediatelyâitâs the cup you gave Fox the other week, the one with the little smiley face you drew on the lid. Your heart skips a beat. He kept it.
For a moment, all you can do is stare at the cup, a small, unexpected warmth blooming in your chest. Maybe thereâs more to his gruff exterior than you first thought. Maybe he does have a soft spot for you, even if he wonât admit it.
âCan I help you?â
You jump, nearly dropping the cup as you whirl around to face the door. There stands Fox, his arms tucked behind his back, his gaze unreadable behind his helmet.
âFoxâCommander!â you stammer, hastily shoving the cup back into the drawer and closing it. âI was just⊠fixing things.â Your voice trails off as you awkwardly step away from his desk, suddenly finding it difficult to meet his gaze.
He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, and you feel your pulse quicken. âIâve been meaning to speak to you.â
âOh! Sure, of course!â Youâre flustered now, your mind racing. âIs it about the reports? Or maybe the supply request? Orââ
âNo.â
You clamp your mouth shut, cheeks burning as you mentally curse yourself for rambling. You stand there in silence, waiting for him to continue, while he circles around you with the careful precision of someone used to keeping others off balance. His presence is commanding (oh the irony), making the room feel smaller as he closes the distance between you.
âI had overheard something the other day,â he says, his voice low, almost conversational. âYou were wondering what I looked like. Wondering if I had tattoos, colorful hairâŠâ He trails off, his tone giving nothing away.
âIâuhâwell, I didnât mean anything by it. I was just curious, you know? I hope you didnât take offense, Commander. It wasnâtââ
He stops in front of you, so close now that you can see your own reflection in the dark visor of his helmet as you crane your neck to look at him. âWhy not?â he asks, cutting off your nervous rambling. âDo you not want to know if Iâm âcuteâ or not?â
The words hang in the air between you, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. His tone isnât mocking, but thereâs a subtle challenge in his voice, as if daring you to admit something you havenât even fully acknowledged to yourself.
You try to swallow the lump in your throat, searching for a response. âIâI mean⊠maybe?â
His head tilts slightly, as if studying you. âYou know, I rarely remove my helmet. Itâs part of who I am, part of the uniform. Most people never see whatâs underneath.â
âI get it,â you say quickly, eager to reassure him. âItâs not like I need to know. Youâre still you, helmet or not.â
But as you speak, he moves closer, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. âAnd yet, youâre curious.â
Your gaze flicks up to meet his visor, the tension thick enough to cut through. âMaybe a little,â you admit, barely above a whisper.
You think heâs about it leave, a small stagger in his step. But instead of stepping back as you expect, he reaches up and, with a slow and deliberate motion, removes his helmet.
Your breath catches in your throat. You were expecting him to look like the other clones but nothing prepared you for this.
His hair, salt and peppered with a few streaks of silver, is slightly messy but still shows a hint of soft curls. Framing his face in a way thatâs both rugged and refined. But itâs his eyes that catch your immediate attention.
A deep, rich brown, just like his brothers but darkened by exhaustion. Yet somehow still smolder with an intensity that makes your heart stop. Theyâre striking, alive with an alluring warmth that makes it hard to look away.
Youâre utterly speechless, barely registering that your mouth has gone dry. Heâs not just cute; heâs absolutely gorgeous. His lips curve into a knowing smirk as he tilts his head at you, clearly gauging your reaction.
âSo, tell meâŠâ he drawls, his tone soft and low as he notices your gaze drifting to his lips, âhow âcuteâ am I?â
Your mouth opens, but the words you want to say get stuck somewhere in your throat. You feel a sudden heat rising to your cheeks and creeping down your neck, making you feel warm under the collar. For months, you had wondered what it would be like to be this close to him, to hear his voice without the filter of that helmet, to feel his presence in an almost tangible way. Now, with his breath fanning your face, itâs almost overwhelming.
âYouâre⊠youâreâŠâ You struggle to find the right words, but everything comes out in stutters as your brain short-circuits under the intensity of his gaze.
Fox leans in closer, his eyes never leaving yours, his lips still curved in that teasing smirk. âMhmm? Iâm what?â Thereâs a playful and teasing lilt in his voice as he inches nearer, clearly enjoying how flustered youâve become.
Before you know it, youâve backed up until youâre nearly pressed against the edge of his desk; close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from him, and itâs impossible to think straight. Your pulse feels like itâs pounding in your ears. Especially as he leans in even further, the distance between you shrinking until itâs nearly nonexistent.
His breath is warm against your skin as he adds, âCome on, Iâm waiting. You were so curious before. For someone so chatty, you have gone awfully quiet. Whyâs that?â
Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, but the only thing you can focus on is how close he is, how those deep brown eyes are watching your every reaction, and how his lips look infuriatingly soft. Finally, you manage to stammer out a broken, barely coherent, âYouâre⊠more than cute.â
Fox chuckles as he straightens slightly, clearly pleased with your reaction. âGood answer.â
You let out a nervous chuckle, brushing a hand through your hair, thinking this is the end of it. But he barely budges before asking, âDo you want to know what I think about you?â
Breath shaky, you avoid his eyes. âLet me guess⊠annoying⊠too talkativeâŠâ
âDistracting,â he cuts you off.
Before you can respond, his hands lift, gently cupping your face. Youâre caught off guard as his thumbs brush tenderly over your cheeks. A soft gasp escapes your lips at the unexpected warmth of his touch, your eyes fluttering closed as you lean into it. His presence is all-consuming, his closeness dizzying as his nose lightly brushes against yours, sending sparks dancing down your spine.
His voice is low, rich with a sincerity that makes your heart race even faster. âI find you distracting. Beautiful and distracting.â
Before you can fully process his words, his lips capture yours in a kiss thatâs impossibly gentle and utterly intoxicating.
Itâs slow and unhurried, his lips moving against yours in a way that feels both tender and deliberate. Your eyes widen in surprise at first, hands raised but unsure where to place them.
Fox was kissing you. the Commander Fox was kissing you. You didnât even know what this meant fully. Had he been harbouring feelings for you after all this time?
The initial shock soon melts away, your body relaxing into the kiss as your arms instinctively wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. The feeling of the warmth of his mouth on yours, the soft press of his lips sending a sweet sent an addictive thrill through your veins. Heâs steady and confident, guiding the kiss with a gentleness.
His hands remain on your face, anchoring you to the moment until one slides back to cradle the back of your head, his fingers threading through your hair that makes you gasp against his lips.
You canât help but chase after his lips, the slow and tender rhythm of the kiss drawing you in deeper. Heâs all you can think aboutâthe taste of him, the feel of him, the way heâs holding you as though youâre something precious.
Fox finally pulls back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting gently against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the small space between you. His eyes, those deep, mesmerising brown orbs, search yours as if heâs looking for somethingâconfirmation, maybe, or understanding. Youâre not sure, but whatever he sees in your gaze seems to settle something inside him.
His thumb sweeps over your cheek again, a soft, almost absent-minded caress as he holds you there, still so close. âYou have no idea how distracting you are,â he murmurs, his voice hushed.
Youâre left breathless, your heart racing in your chest as you blink up at him, dazed by it all. âYou⊠you kissed me,â you whisper, your body still flushed against his as you try to piece things together.
âI did,â he replies softly, his hands now moving to rest on your waist, grounding you in the moment. âIs it okay that I did?â
âI mean, yeah, I guess itâs just⊠I thought you didnât like me.â You pull back slightly, leaning against the desk this time. He looks down at you, his gaze unexpectedly soft.
âIâll admit I havenât been the kindest to you,â he says, a touch of regret in his tone. âThe lads gave me an earful the other day.â
âSo, was it a guilt kind of kiss orâŠ?â you mumble, sincerely hoping it wasnât.
Foxâs eyes widen slightly, and he quickly shakes his head. âNo, itâs nothing like that,â he exclaims, his voice firm but gentle. âIâm not great at showing how I feel, and hearing you call me âcuteâ⊠it pushed me in the right direction. Made me realise I couldnât keep pretending I didnât care.â
His sincerity catches you off guard. âOh,â you say, your voice small but relieved.
He offers you a small smile, the kind thatâs rare for him, and it makes your heart skip a beat. âSo, would you consider going for drinks with me tonight?â he asks, his tone hopeful but tinged with the same guardedness thatâs always been there.
The hesitation in his voice makes you understand how much this moment means to him, and you canât help but smile back with a genuine, warm smile. âYeah, Iâd like that,â you reply softly.
Foxâs shoulders visibly relax, the tension you hadnât even noticed finally easing as he nods. âGood,â he says, his voice low and a little rough around the edges. But thereâs a warmth there now, something new that you hadnât had the pleasure of seeing before. âI, uh, have to get back to the Chancellor. I knew the others wouldnât be here today, and I know your routine, so I figured Iâd have time to speak to you before heading back.â
You raise an eyebrow in surprise. âSo, youâre not supposed to be here?â
âNo, Iâm not,â he admits with a somewhat sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his neck. âI may or may not have told the Chancellor I had an important matter to tend to.â
You laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. âI canât believe you did that.â
Fox joins in with a chuckle, the sound rich and surprisingly pleasant, before he takes a final step toward you and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. âIt was worth it,â he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.
Your heart skips a beat as he pulls back, his gaze lingering on yours for a moment longer. âIâll see you tonight?â he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his tone.
âDefinitely.â
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please do clarisse la rue x aphrodite reader whoâs gorgeous and glowing and short like a ball of sunshine
- opposites attract -
Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Aphrodite! Reader
An - ive gotta rewrite by Abby series bc itâs not going the way I want it đ I wasnât really sure exactly what to write so I hope this is good đ§ââïžđ§ââïž
Everyone at camphalf blood knew who you were. Not for negative reasons however. Being a daughter of Aphrodite not only boosted your social status but it was also your actions.
The first to volunteer to help when the infirmary was low on staff, ready to take on any chore from helping run the camp store to labor jobs that required you to get dirty. Even when the saytrs felt as though they were being ignored by the demigods you helped give them their voice.
So when you of all people started dating clarisse the most intimidating person at camp it was a bit of a culture shock. Though with you sweet and kind nature you seemingly took the most aggressive cabin and somehow made them slightly calmer.
Though when people tried to approach clarisse about you her former aggressiveness would come back. Most things that involved you got her heated. The recent endeavor being you both Separated for the weeks capture the flag game.
âNo youâre on my team itâs not for discussionâ clarisse spoke as if she knew it was fact, her arms crossed and her armor on you couldnât help but fall back in love with her.
âBut it is for discussion because Iâm notâ you chuckled softly, a gentle smile crossing your features. âIâll be fine Claire Iâm not a childâ
âIâm aware of that but what if someone on my team hurts you? Or what if you get hurt by one of our traps I donât like not being able to protect youâ she placed her hands on her hips trying to open her stance to you.
âAwwâ you gave a playful frown tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Placing both hands on her cheeks you gave them a small squeeze. âIâm ok, besides I have charmspeak remember I know how to handle myselfâ
Her shifting weight and the look of annoyance on her face all showed she did care about you deep down, and as much as people wanted to Deny it clarisse was yours just as much as you were hers. âIâll see you after the game prettyâ stepping on your tippy toes you gave her a kiss.
Turning to start walking away clarisse began yelling instructions to you. âWait! Make sure your breast plate is tightâ oh! And be sure to wear a helmet anâ-â
âI got it clarisse!â You laughed back at her, giving her a final wave.
ââ-
The games had already began with you being in charge of reclaiming the flag with Luke and his team.
Stepping through the forest you carefully looked around worried that maybe someone would jump out. Which like it was a movie happened. Red team kids running out with blades swinging. Blue team defending themselves and you mentally scolding yourself for not wearing enough armor.
Before you even realized it you had a deep cut in your calf. Landing on the ground with a cry of pain you looked back instantly having to dodge the falling camper.
âYou good!â Luke shouted helping you up, limping some you found your balance breathlessly nodding. The red team currently had either been knocked to the ground or retreated in fear.
âThe flags up ahead.. behind Zeusâs fist if Iâm correctâ you took a stance against a tree, using it as support. âIâm gonna stay hereâ
âYouâre sure youâre fineâ he asked cautiously. Even though luke knew clarisse couldnât touch him he still didnât want to hear her mouth afterwards.
You nodded giving him a semi confident look. âJust goâ You chuckled sending him off.
Though it was quiet for a while you heard a crying like sound. Confused you pushed off the tree and started limping towards the noise. Through the trees and down to the creek you saw a hurt hell hound.
Most times you would of killed a monster without hesitation but this time⊠this time she wasnât a monster. It seemed crazy but this hell hound almost seemed domesticated.
Slowly walking towards her You knelt down beside the dog. At first she bared her teeth at you acting as though you wanted to hurt her, but once she realized you meant no harm she pressed her snout against you.
Once gaining her trust you began to examine her leg. Realizing it was broken you made the conscious decision to quickly leave to grab some sticks for a splint. Petting the hound softly you got up limping away some.
The ground was filled with a multitude of twigs though finding your two heafty pieces of wood was easy. The sound of the conch and a campers scream filled your ears, nearly running back to the creek you saw about all of the kids from the two teams with clarisse and Luke in the creek, their weapons aimed at the hound that looked as tough she was going to attack.
âStop! Oh my gods stop!â You screamed running in-front of her causing clarisse to dodge to the side and roll fully into the creek.
âMove!â She shouted. The other campers looking equally confused as you shouted a no back at her. âAre You insane?! Donât go near itâ clarisse scrambled out the water to quickly grab your arm.
You turned around trying to pull free only to be unsuccessful. The tension around you made you want to cry but right now isnât the time. âI need you to trust me⊠pleaseâ you practically begged.
She looked you up and down with a look of worry before gently letting you go. Without another thought you knelt down to the dog, ripping your shirt in half exposing your stomach and began wrapping the hounds broken hind.
The dog was huge, given that she was a monster she was bigger than even a Doberman and beefier than a pit but that didnât mean she was aggressive.
A few of the other councilors walked down to the water with Chiron standing on a rock near by. âSheâs harmless!â You shouted trying to get the defensive campers to become calm. âSee! If she wanted to hurt anyone she would of!â
Your urgency only convinced maybe a handful of kids. âItâs a monster.â Clarisse scoffed.
âYet she didnât try to bite me when I put her leg into a splintâ You corrected. The hound nudged her head into your leg in a comforting way, trying to get your hand to begin to pet her.
Annabeth took a step forward, extending a hand the hound sniffed her before licking up her arm. âSeems harmless to meâ the wise girl shrugged.
Chiron made his way down looking across the water and holding a hand up signaling for every camper to relax. âThis game is dismissed. Grover summon the Cloven council, get them to set up a meeting so we can figure out what to do for the hound, and for you.. keep her with you until we have a planâ
âââ
The following week camp halfblood had a new pet. A hellhound you named Rosie.
Sitting with clarisse by the lake letting the water run over your legs from the docs. Iâm the distance you saw Rosie swimming around enjoying playing with the water naiads.
âHow did you know she wasnât ruthlessâ clarisse asked turning her head to look at you.
âI guess the same way I knew you werenât as mean as everyone assumes. Itâs your aura, Rosieâs was soft and hurt begging for any form of kindnessâ you turned looking at her. The sun light casted across clarisses features illuminating her eyes and skin. âYour so beautifulâ you smiled leaning over and softly kissing her
Clarisse smiled wide returning the kiss. She pulled away only keeping her hand on the side of your face. âWhat did I do to deserve someone like youâ
You shrugged your shoulders happily. âWorking out helpedâ
She pulled away with a playful attitude. Causing you to laugh and reach out to her once more.
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Everything is Alright Pt 14
Soundwave x Reader- company
âą Itâs almost maddening, the chaos in that little, organic head of yours. The hurt and frustration that he canât shut out. While Soundwave doesnât know exactly what happened that night, heâd felt the immediate shift in you. And itâs worse now as he lets himself into Starscreamâs quarters, those intrusive thoughts snaring him. Exhausting him. Wounding.
âą His gift, his curse, makes it impossible to not know when somethingâs wrong. Mostly, he just needs to know if whatever storm is brewing is just a little squall or a hurricane. This isnât anything major. He shouldnât care. Youâre Starscreamâs pet. Or maybe project? Who knew, but the SIC isnât faring much better. And heâs taking his frustration and anger out on everyone he can. Which is a problem for morale.
âą You donât bother looking up as Soundwave enters and approaches the desk. He lays a single servo on top of your head before shifting it to ever so carefully bop you on the nose, somehow not breaking it in the process. You still jerk back in surprise, eyes narrowing as you stare up at his visor, your own scowling, unkempt self glaring back in the reflection. Oh. Do you really look that rough? Turning your back on him so you wonât give in to the urge to use his visor as a mirror and try to finger comb your hair, you stiffen when he picks you up and sets you on the floor.
âą And you canât help but look at his huge peds. Starscream always keeps you trapped up high, sure, but itâs also safe from accidentally being stepped on. You bite into the inside of your cheek to keep from pleading to be put back. Down is good. You can try to escape if youâre not stuck on his desk. Thatâs what you want. Right? Youâre not entirely sure and you hate it.
âą âEject,â Soundwave says from above you, that chest compartment heâs put you in before opening so huge cassettes can be launched out. Mouth falling open as they transform before hitting the ground, you stare at four smaller Decepticons. Theyâre still much bigger than you, but they canât step on you at least. And he just carries them in his chest? Youâre not sure why weird alien stuff still throws you at this point. Two look like bipedal robots like Starscream and Soundwave. One seems to be a big bird, an image it reinforces by tilting its head to stare at you. The other appears to be a panther. Looming over you and these new Decepticons, Soundwave holds up a single servo. âBehave.â
âą What? Heâs leaving you with them? Apparently so as he strides for the door and you just gape after him, protests catching in your throat. âYou are tiny. Breakable.â A hand grips your arm, lifting it and you spin in alarm. Because the breakable comment has made your stomach lurch sickeningly. Soundwave wouldnât have just ditched you with these mechs if theyâre going to hurt you. Right? The purple one is frowning at you as he compares your hand with his own. Youâre only able to yank out of his grip because he lets you and youâre well aware of that fact. âSo, what do you for fun around here?â He asks, grinning down at you while you flounder.
âą Your boring lack of fun doesnât really impress them. Frenzy, Rumble, Ravage, and Lazerbeak arenât interested in hiding in Starscreamâs quarters or doodling on the data pad. So you find yourself dragged out into the halls. Literally. Frenzy pulls you along by the arm in their wake and no amount of struggling or digging your feet in is stopping him. If anything, he finds your panic funny. âI donât think Iâm supposed to be out here,â you say, reluctantly giving up your pointless struggle since it feels like youâre going to dislocate your arm long before he gets tired of dragging you. Thereâs no winning.
âą âDefinitely not,â Ravage mutters, glaring at you when you stare, because he can talk. Why it surprises you after everything, youâre not sure, but it does. Maybe your brain is finally starting to reach its ânopeâ limit. And that limit is talking mecha panthers.
âą Youâre so distracted you almost miss the huge, bright green Decepticon rounding a corner for all of three seconds. Then youâre trying to hide behind Frenzy as its head tips down and it sees your little group. Its lip curls to flash denta and a foot lifts in a very obvious threat to squish you. âHowâd that thing get in here? Donât you know how fast they multiply?â
âą âStick it up your tailpipe, Scrapper,â Frenzy snarls, his seeming indifference for the fact that while heâs bigger than you, heâs still absolutely able to be stepped-on sized to the other Decepticons. He either really isnât worried about retaliation or heâs just that dumb and youâre not sure which. The distinction seems very important, though. âYou really think a human just wandered in? Itâs supposed to be here.â
âą And youâre being dragged past the big mech, who looks uncertain. Surely itâs not that easy? Frenzy tugs on your arm and you stumble forward, his hand pushing you forward so youâre in front of him and behind Rumble. Maybe he is worried then, you crane your neck to stare at the big Decepticon as it stares back in perplexed silence. âDonât run, but walk faster. Even if heâs not the smartest Constructicon, heâs likely to scrape up enough processing power to wonder why a human is supposed to be here,â Ravage hisses softly and youâre hurried along deeper into the Decepticon base. Previous Next
Did I go watch TFO a third time this past weekend because itâs amazing? Yeah, I did. Go watch it. Itâs just this gorgeous love letter to G1.
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How It's Done â Oneshot Version
Jake âHangmanâ Seresin x Aviator!Reader
Originally posted by unicornships
Summary:Â âLike me? I didnât even think you wanted me as a squadmate, let aloneââ you stop speaking, but only because Hangman cuts his eyes sharply away from you to glare out at the ocean. âWell, I do.â He says kind of indignantly, all things considered, and eyes you almost sourly. âYou can just say no if you donâtââ ââNo, I do!â you quickly cut him off, because at the end of it all, youâre a little too much of a hopeless romantic to let this moment pass you by.
Warnings:Â erm maybe just some references to sex? jake being jake? language? minions. big warning for minions xD
Notes:Â Originally I intended this to be a two-parter series, but I wanted to change how it went, so I rewrote the parts I didn't like and made the entire thing into a oneshot instead!!! This fic will replace the 'part one' already on my blog, but I will keep this part up, linked at the very bottom of my masterlist! thank you everyone for being so patient! Thank you @hangmanssunnies, my love my biggest support <3
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âWell, Iâll be damnedâŠâ
You pinch your eyes shut and steel yourself at the sound of the all too familiar Texan drawl, hanging on to the hope that perhaps he isnât talking to you. Youâre out of luck though, and moments later Jake âHangmanâ Seresin slides into the open space next to you at the bar, already posed in a casual lean as he looks you up and down appraisingly.
It makes your teeth grind.
It makes your face hot.
âIf it isnât Mirage. Would have invited you to play with us if Iâd known you were here earlierâŠâ Hangman cocks his head, and his lips tip up in an infuriatingly perfect smile. âBut one can never really be sure if youâre around or not⊠and that's before you get in a cockpit,â he grins, but when you meet his eye at last, he looks away from you, toward Penny who seems to approach in the nick of time, saving you from needing to respond.
You blink down at your drink, and finish it quickly, unnerved by what you think might have just been a compliment of sorts from Hangman. Youâd been stationed together previously, though you werenât friends, so youâd been expecting something a little more acidic in nature. Youâd heard him interact with other aviators, knew he liked to push and poke them, usually got away with it too. For some reason though, heâd never really gone there with you and frankly youâve always just chalked it up to not being worth his time. In fact, youâre pretty sure the only times youâd ever actually spoken had been in the sky. To be completely honest, youâre more than a little surprised that he remembers you at all.
You didnât exactly go out of your way to stand outâŠ
You were naturally quiet, which wasnât helped by your social anxiety, resulting in most people describing you as extremely shy. They wouldnât be wrong, you suppose, you did tend to keep to yourself, the idea of having too many eyes on you all but unbearable to you. But if youâd thought a roomful of people singing happy birthday to you was bad, somehow being under the unwavering stare of Hangman is approximately one thousand times worse.
âPenny, my dear⊠Iâll have,â he stops to glance pointedly down at your now finished beer, adjusts his stance to lean even more and unwittingly makes the muscles in his bicep bulge.
âFive more on the Old Timer,â Hangman says, nodding to the man who sits on the other side of the bar.
Internally you blanch, but externally, you say nothing and give even less away, feeling a little ping of satisfaction that apparently, you know something Hangman doesnât. Before heâd come along, youâd been carefully watching the interaction between Penny and Captain Mitchell. Youâd never met the man before, but you knew how to read military insignia, which at this point, was more than you could say for Hangman, who dismisses him quickly.
You wonder if Monday morning youâll be able to work up the nerve to tease him about it.
Youâre distracted from your thoughts when Penny returns with the requested drinks. You had no real intentions of going and hanging out with Hangman and the others, but before you can excuse yourself, your empty beer is smoothly plucked from your hands, replaced quickly with a brand new one.
âHelp me carry these back?â Hangman asks then, jerking his head in the vague direction of the pool table. You frown when he immediately takes off walking, not actually letting you help him at all, all four beers still slotted between his fingers. You find yourself following him anyway, as if heâd placed some kind of spell over you.
Hangman stops ahead of you at the ancient jukebox, looking back over his shoulder at you, nodding in a pleased manner when he sees you trailing behind. He waits for you, gaze never leaving your form, even as he nods to the space next to him. You awkwardly step up to the spot opposite to him, and look past the glass and at the selection inside. Hangman, once more, takes up a lean, this time against the rickety machine.
âWould you be so kind as to select track numberâŠâ he trails off as he checks the list of songs, but quickly flicks his gaze back to you, and smiles bright, tauntingly, again. âEighty-Six?â he asks, but it's barely a question. You nod, and swallow, shifting from holding your beer with two hands to holding it with just one. You carefully tap the chunky âeightâ and âsixâ keys as he watches. The machineâs little analogue screen confirms that your song is next up, and nervously, you look back up at Hangman, horrified to find heâs just been staring at your face for the past however long.
âSâbeen a while, Mirage.â He drawls, making you blink rapidly and look away.
âHas it?â Is all you can manage meekly in reply, surprised when he lets out a genuine sounding laugh. He hums warmly, and you practically feel it in your chest.
âAnd yet,â he lifts hand, two beers held expertly between his fingers, but he extends it to tap your nose, almost making you almost flinch.
âYou havenât changed at all.â Hangman grins Cheshire-like down at you, before his eyes narrow ever so slightly, and he leans in even closer while flicking his eyes up and down your form again.
âI donât bite you know,â he tells you, his voice sounding serious, but his somberness lasts mere seconds.
âWell, not unless you ask me to first, sweetheart,â he winks and his smile grows large as your eyes grow wide and you splutter, flustered.
Your face grows hot with slight embarrassment, a wave of inner resentment at his teasing washing through you.
Hangman laughs, seemingly bored with you now, and he turns to walk back toward the pool tables. Without even looking, he beckons you to follow with one finger on his still occupied hands. For a moment your pique prevents you from doing so, certain that if you were to dip into the crowd now, heâd not care enough to seek you out again, let alone notice you were missing.
You know he didnât mean it, you know his flirting is just to get a rise, but you also know that heâd never do it to Phoenix, or Halo, and a little bit of you hates yourself for being such a marked pushover. You make the decision now that you wonât let him do it again, if you can help it.
Your eyes travel past Hangman then, towards the pool tables where you can now see another figure has joined the other gathered aviators, and for the first time all evening, you donât feel nervous to go join them.
You follow after Hangman, but quickly diverge from his path, cutting around a gathered group of Navy personnel to get there faster. As you approach, you take a moment to shake off any lingering anxiety, before gently laying a hand on the faded Hawaiian shirt in front of you, doing your best to keep yourself from bouncing on your heels.
Rooster half looks ready to wave off whoever is trying to get his attention, but when his shaded eyes land on you, he spins his whole body to face you, grinning widely in unguarded excitement as he gathers you up in his arms.
âMiri!â he exclaims warmly, and you canât help the laughter that bubbles out of you when he briefly lifts you off the ground.
âI was just about to ask Phoenix if sheâd seen you yet.â Rooster informs you.Â
âSeen who?â Phoenix steps around him, frowning as she quickly glances you over, though it disappears quickly.
âYeah, that about tracksâŠâ Rooster mutters mostly to himself.
âNat, this is Mirage, you know her right?â Rooster introduces the two of you, and while neither of you make to shake hands, you only feel friendly energy radiate off the other woman, even as she openly looks you over now, nodding at Roosterâs words.
âRight, I have heard about you⊠I guess there's no real mystery behind your callsign⊠I didnât even realise you were here⊠Sorry,â she tells you bluntly, but you appreciate her straightforwardness.
âThey said âWallflowerâ was too long.â You joke lightly, and the other woman smiles. A moment passes between you, and you get the distinct feeling that Phoenix has become determined to never let you go unnoticed in her presence again.
You arenât sure just yet if you appreciate that, but you are sure that youâve just made a friend.
âMirage?â Another voice joins then and you look to your left, smiling again when you see another familiar face.
âBob!â you move to embrace him too, not seeing the look shared between Phoenix and Payback who watch you in surprise.
âHuh. Figures.â
-
Neither you or Hangman have moved since Rooster and Mav went down. The rest of Dagger had returned an hour ago, mission complete. There was no reason for either of you to be on standby.
And yet.
When the call came through that Dagger Two had been hit, both you and Hangman had separately requested to be launched, to help, but youâd been denied.
As a rule, you made yourself easy to work with, even if those around you were less compliant, and youâd experienced plenty of that, flying alongside Hangman the past few weeks. Whether it was him leaving you to get shot down in training, or refusing to fly as a team during simulations. And yet, despite his habit of âhanging you out to dryâ being the reason behind his callsign, deep down, youâve never once doubted flying alongside him in the real thing like the others seemed to.
Youâre glad for that lack of hesitation now, glad that it only takes a single moment of eye contact from across the tarmac for the two of you to understand one another perfectly. Glad that when you got word that somehow, Rooster was supersonic again, you already know his answer before you even ask.
âHangman? Hondoâs cleared us for take off with the ground crew, against orders. You with me?â you ask quietly, looking over at your wingman, knowing that when you return youâll most certainly be court marshalled, but unable to sit and do nothing any longer.
âTo hell and back, Mirage,â comes his immediate reply.
You see him move in sync with you, both of your canopyâs lowering at the same time.
You ignore the panicked voices ordering you to stand down, long enough for Hondo and the others to get you on the catapult, and by then itâs too late.
In two seconds youâre propelled from zero to over a hundred and sixty, and in your ears you hear Hangman right behind you.
-
âDo you want to get a coffee with me?â The question makes you jump, your drink almost sloshing everywhere. The sudden voice, as well as the person it belonged to, takes you completely by surprise, but youâre thankful he doesnât draw attention to your startling.
Up until moments ago, youâd been peacefully watching the ocean toss and turn, burying your feet in the damp sand and thinking about what you were going to do with your upcoming two weeks of post-mission leave.
Most of Dagger were a little further up the shore, a bonfire crackling away, although you werenât the only one to have splintered off. Mav and Rooster were currently standing in the shallows talking, and you think Halo and Phoenix have moved to sit apart from the others as well. You had managed to sneak away easily enough, content to just sit on your own for a while, though your efforts appear to have been mostly in vain, if the man now plopped in the sand beside you is any indicator.
You blink at each other.
âWhat?!â you blurt out dumbly, not completely certain you really understood what heâd said. Hangmanâs lips press into a thin line, and he looks away from you, linking his hands together around his knees, and staring out at the rolling waves.
âCoffee. Would you like to get one with me?â He repeats, sounding only a smidge impatient, but it still doesn't clear up much for you.
âI⊠No, I heard you the first time⊠I⊠I just donât understand⊠why?â
Over the past three weeks youâve been forced more out of your shell than you ever have before. It was torture. It was wonderful.
Part of you pats yourself on the back for being able to ask him so starightly, but another part of you slaps yourself in the face for questioning him.
Hangman turns to look at you apprehensively.
âAre you asking why coffee or why am I asking you?â He speaks slowly and carefully, his face blank and devoid of any hint he was teasing, though you think he might be anyway.
âWhy⊠Why are you asking me?â You push, shuffling your feet in the sand, drawing his attention for a moment. He looks back at your face and frowns slightly, cocking his head.
âBecause I like you? And that is usually what somebody does when they like someone. Ask them.â He answers, and this time you definitely get the impression heâs politely trying not to laugh, but for once, you donât feel like youâre on the outside of the joke.
Still, you find yourself taken somewhat aback at his confession, admitted so easily and freely, as if it shouldnât come as a surprise to you, which confuses you.
âLike me? I didnât even think you wanted me as a squadmate, let aloneââ you stop speaking, but only because Hangman cuts his eyes sharply away from you to glare out at the ocean.
âWell, I do.â He says kind of indignantly, all things considered, and eyes you almost sourly. âYou can just say no if you donâtââ
ââNo, I do!â you quickly cut him off, because at the end of it all, youâre a little too much of a hopeless romantic to let this moment pass you by. Especially when for the past three weeks you haven't been able to get rid of the odd heart skips you got whenever Hangman acknowledged your presence at all.
And besides, you werenât blind.
Hangman was ridiculously pretty, and not anywhere near as much of an asshole as he wanted people to believe.
He looks at you blankly for a moment, processing your words, before his face breaks out in a smile. It isnât one of his usual smirks or tauntingly pearly grins, though. Itâs softer, sweeter, and you stare mesmerised as he looks away from you again quickly, and down at his linked hands, nodding.
Two days pass, and even when youâre sitting across from him in a small, niche little coffee shop you had no idea existed, you feel like youâre in a dream.
Youâve never seen Hangman out of uniform, you realise, and itâs a whole new experience youâre forced quickly to process when he stands to go get your drinks.
Dark jeans, white shirt, casual jacket. Itâs a simple outfit, but goddamn does he make it look good. Nervously you have to wonder if your white and blue sundress, sneakers and bomber jacket were having the same effect on him, though you highly doubt it.
He returns quickly, attentively, placing both your coffees down, before folding himself into his chair once more. You both look at each other awkwardly before you distract yourself by taking a sip of your coffee. Hangman seems to do the same, but instead of drinking, he begins tearing into several little sugar packets, and emptying them into his coffee foam.
You huff out a tiny laugh before you can stop yourself, and his eyes quickly snap to you.
âWhat?â he asks defensively, but the corners of his mouth twitch.
âI just⊠I guess I never figured you for a sweet coffee kinda guyâŠâ
âOh, and why is that?â his twitching lips turn into a full smirk, but it isnât his usual Hangman smirk. You chew on the inside of your lip, and sip your coffee once more before answering.
âIâm not sure. I guess you just donât seem like the type of guy whoâŠâ you trail off, unsure of what exactly youâre trying to say and even more; how to say it.
âListen, I may have rippling, glistening abdominals, but I have a sweet tooth,â he says, putting on the defensiveness now, leaning toward you and pointing at himself. You pinch your brows together and purse your lips, nodding vehemently.
âI know how to have fun,â he tells you, tipping a third sugar into his coffee.
âOf that I donât really doubt, Hangman,â you say, but his gaze snaps back to you again, almost sharply this time.
âJake.â he corrects you.
You pause.
Of course, you knew his first name, but youâre fairly certain youâve never once used it. Hangman has just always been, well, Hangman. But you werenât in a cockpit right now, heâd asked you out, this wasnât the time and place for callsigns. He wasnât Hangman, and you werenât Mirage.
âJake,â you say slowly, carefully, as if heâll tell you any moment heâs just kidding around. But he doesnât.
âMiri,â he replies, slow like you, but softer, and itâs silly, but it sounds so nice coming from him. You shake your head and swallow.
âJake, if you donât like coffee, why did you ask me out for one?â you ask him, watching as he blinks slowly at you, before his gaze slowly drops to the latte in front of him.
âIf I asked you for a drink, you mightâve got the wrong idea,â he starts, speaking carefully. âIf I asked you for dinner, it could be too formal, too awkwardââ
ââItâs already awkward,â you point out, making him grimace slightly, so you shrug.
âCoffee just seemed likeâ I just wanted toââ he cuts himself off and drops both hands to the table.
âLookâ I just didnât want there to be any misunderstanding about what this was. I like you. I know you like coffee.â Jake admits all in a flurry, his voice quiet, and his eyes flickering around as he speaks.
For as long as youâve known him, youâve never seen Jake unable to maintain eye contact, actually it seemed to be something he took immense pride in, and it always made you slightly uncomfortable, but right now he appears completely incapable, and it's not a side of Hangman youâve ever seen before. You realise you might be meeting Jake properly for the first time.
You decide to let him off easy, with all the newfound courage Dagger had been feeding into you the past few weeks, and you change the subject.
âYou know, when you came up to me at the Hard Deck that first night, I was kinda surprised you remembered me at all,â you say slowly, sipping your coffee and eying him evenly. Jake frowns then, but it smooths out into a cool grin, and he leans back in his chair, cocking his head.
âAre you kidding? Iâm always clocking possible threats.â he tells you, making you cough lightly.
âHow am I a threat to you?!â you ask in disbelief.
âOh, I could name a few,â Jake teases, nodding at you, but flicking his eyes away, almost making a show of clocking an incoming group of customers behind you.
You werenât clueless, you knew you were a part of Dagger for a reason. You were damn good at your job, but still, Jake was Hangman, not only was he an aviator you respected, he was an aviator with very high personal standards, and for him to see you as comparable to him⊠well truthfully, you find yourself rather humbled.
And then flustered, at his clear unabashed flirting.
âI always thought you flirting was just you messing with me,â you admit, and he grins wider.
âCanât it be both?â he asks, leaning forward again, and clasping his hands together. He seems to have no problem maintaining eye contact now, you note. When you cold-stare him, he simply shrugs.
âYouâre cute when you get all flustered and nervous, what can I say?â
âLiterally anything else.â You grumble back.
You finish your coffee and push the cup to the side, crossing your arms on the table and leaning forward like he was. Jake mimics you, pushing his own coffee away, clearly with no intention to start, let alone finish it. You arenât as good as him with eye contact though, no matter how much youâd come out of your shell, so you take the opportunity to glance sideways out the window, only for your gaze to catch on something.
Your heart thumps loudly for a moment in your ears, and you wonder briefly if you should act on the thoughts popping around your brain right now, or if you should just stay put.
You lean forward even more, and flick your eyes back to Jake who is staring at you curiously.
âHey, I have an ideaâŠâ you start, chewing on the inside of your lip, before standing up. You only hesitate a little before offering your hand.
âYou with me?â you ask without thinking, the words the same as the ones you ask time and again to your wingmen while in flight manoeuvres. Jake stares up at you for a moment, before he too stands, your heart skipping when he takes your hand. With a tiny squeeze you almost donât notice, Jake grins, and nods.
-
âOh, hey! Stop! Thatâs not fair!â You elbow Jake in the side, but itâs already too late. The hand heâd shot out to block your light gun had done its job, and where youâd previously been neck in neck for score on the dual Time Crisis cabinet, Jakeâs character was now cheering in victory, while your screen was asking you to insert more coins and try again.
Jake chortles and you both slot your plastic guns back into their plastic holsters at the front of the machine.
âWe never agreed to no interference,â he says proudly, and you sock him in the arm only half as hard as you can.
âI didnât think it needed to be said!â you exclaim pointedly. Jake grins down at you, and collects his tickets.
âQuit complaining, all these are gonna go towards whatever stuffed bear or whatever the hell you want anyway.â He rolls his eyes, and gestures to the shoddy ârewardsâ counter of the arcade youâd spotted from the coffee shop.
âI want the Minion.â You state firmly after glancing at the redemption counter for three seconds, and spotting the big ugly yellow creature on the top shelf. Jake sighs in a put-upon manner and shakes his head.
âSee, this is how you know I really like you. Iâm willing to ignore that,â he says, and you actually think he might be serious this time. You grin up at him as he takes your elbow, and begins leading you toward the back of the room.
âWhat are you going to cheat me out of kicking your ass at this time?â you glance around you, goosebumps trailing up and down your arm as Jake lets his hand slide from around your elbow, down your forearm and into your hand, which he squeezes as if in warning.
âI didnât cheat, I simply used black ops tactics,â he says, narrowing his eyes at you. You purse your lips at him and narrow your own eyes back.
âCheat.â you say again, pronouncing each syllable deliberately.
You come to a stop then, and you look up at the old photo booth machine. Jake pulls out a fistfull of tickets, squinting his eyes at the label with instructions, before looking back over at the redemption counter. He seems to run some numbers before he looks back down at you with a grin, and waves the strings of crumpled tickets.
âMy cheating means we can use the booth, and still have enough for a Kevin plush, so I donât wanna hear no more complaining outta you,â he waggles a finger in front of your nose, and you blink up at him sheepishly.
âJakeâ I donât really want the MinionâŠâ you say, before your voice turns suspicious. âAnyway, how do you know which one is Kevin?!â you lift an eyebrow, only for Jake to roll his eyes and push you into the curtained booth.
You orient yourself in the tiny enclosed space, looking around you as Jake takes a moment to feed several lines of win-tickets into the machine before he follows you. Heâs forced to duck down real low, making the space even smaller, and you both stare for a moment at the small seat barely big enough for one person, let alone two.
âWell, either you can sit on my lap, or I can sit on yours, darlinâ, but I know which one Iâd prefer.â Jake intones lowly, and for the first time in an hour or so, you feel yourself get all flustered again. Honestly, youâd kind of forgotten about the explicitly romantic tone of this meeting until now, and more than that, your stomach begins to flip and flop like the first time youâd gotten in a jet when he eases past you and drops himself onto the bench before patting his thighs.
âJake, maybe if you just move over a littââ
âNo can do, honey,â and heâs not even trying to tease you, he demonstrates the spread of his legs, and the tight fit into the booth, before looking back up at you expectantly again.
âOkay⊠OkayâŠâ you say more for your own sanity than anything else, and turn, quickly perching yourself on his leg before you can really think too hard about what you're doing.
Your efforts are for naught though, because the moment youâre sat down, Jakeâs hands are tugging you against him further, sitting you more comfortably on the thick expanse of his thigh, and you barely repress the noise that nearly escapes you at the feeling of his fingers digging into your hips.
âThere we go, sweetheart,â he says softly, almost to himself, and moves his hands to wrap around you completely. If he notices your little noise, which by his self satisfied smirk he definitely has, he thankfully chooses not to say anything. Your face grows warm, not only at the hold he has on you but at the pet name too.
âDid you just call me âsweetheartâ?â you ask, sounding half bewildered, half incredulous, forgetting for a moment where exactly you were and why. As you look over your shoulder at the man behind you, Jake stares back, his smirk still in place even as his eyes seem to search your face, his own expression mostly unreadable.
âWould you prefer âhoneyâ?â he almost purrs, his voice distinctly amused, but you notice that he doesnât back down, doesnât apologise or step back.
It makes your stomach twist up in knots. It makes your heartbeat skip like a record.
You turn away from him, shake your head.
âItâs fine,â you tell him bashfully, wanting to grumble slightly when against your back you sense what you think is him puffing his chest a little. Quickly, you add: âNot at work, thoughâŠâ
Jake chortles, but as you peek over your shoulder to look at him again, heâs relenting, his smirk gone and replaced with a far softer smile as he nods.
âNot at work, though.â he repeats lowly in confirmation, almost making you jump when he shifts one hand to steady you around the waist, his other reaching out to begin fiddling with the controls on the lit up screen in front of you.
âAlright, let's get this show on the road shall we?â
By the time youâre exiting the tiny cubicle, Jakeâs hands still attached to your hips as he follows you out, youâre both laughing quietly to yourselves. Youâre amazed to find just how much Jake can affect you, either setting you at complete ease or sending you into a tizzy, depending on what heâs said or done. Usually you wouldnât be surprised by other peopleâs effects on you, you were jumpy and anxious by nature, but it was rare that somebody who put you on edge as much as Jake did, could also give you such comfort.
When he detaches his hands from your sides at last to survey the sheets of photos spat out by the booth, you marvel at how much you start to miss the contact. With all the subtlety you can muster, you inch closer to him, under the guise of getting a look at the photos as well, though really, youâre only hoping that you might prompt him into reaching out for you again.
Jake chortles and points at a set of two pictures. In one, youâre both grinning madly, pulling silly faces, and in the other, youâre wearing softer smiles, and you notice now, that Jake had pushed his face a little closer to yours. It makes heat rise in your cheeks, not just at the seeming intimacy of the photo, but truthfully, of how much you like seeing the two of you like that.
âYou wonât mind if I keep these, will ya?â Jake asks, looking over at you. You simply shake your head, and he grins a little wider, carefully tearing off the two pictures before pulling out his wallet and tucking them inside, for sake keeping, you assume.
Jake lets you keep the rest, and absently, you fold them into the zipper in your purse, too distracted by the fact that he does indeed take your hand again, before quickly releasing it to instead wrap his arm over your shoulder. You canât stop yourself from smiling a little as you blink dumbly up at him, and he grins down at you, ducking his face even closer to yours.
âNow sweetheart, I believe I was instructed to win you a minion plush.â
-
You try to avoid Phoenixâs hard stare, and focus on wiping down your helmet.
âYouâre acting weird,â she finally announces, still managing to make you jump despite your anticipation. You then immediately proceed to do yourself exactly zero favours, proving her point by refusing to look up at her, choosing to instead hurriedly continue with your current task.
âWhat? No Iâm not. Iâm fine. Youâre being weird,â you argue, wincing at your clearly abysmal attempts at behaving like a normal adult human. You start re-cleaning the pristine surface of your helmet, your nerves conjuring imperfections you logically know donât exit.
Just before you completely lose yourself down the spiral of unhealthy compulsive behaviours, A hand, Natâs hand, stops your own. Tugging the cloth out of your hands and taking your helmet away from you, she places it down on the workbench you stand on opposite sides of. Chewing your lip, you at last meet her eye.
âMiri, itâs okay to have a crushââ
ââI donât have a crush!â You blurt out both far too quickly to be believable, as well as in sheer panic. Your face grows immediately hot, and you can tell Phoenix is trying not to laugh at the show youâre putting on so poorly. Her lips twitch, but her expression softens from amusement into something softer, mixed with traces of pity. Just when youâre starting to debate the pros and cons of sprinting out of the room, getting in your jet, and then flying away never to be seen again, she relents, releasing you from her eye contact and making herself busy as she tidies up bits and bobs littering the workbench.
You swallow thickly, and stay watching her, your heart rate only spiking higher as your anxiety builds once more at her sudden apparent indifference. You follow her movements without moving an inch, sharply aware that not only was she still very much focused solely on scrutinising you, but even more mortifyingly, that this conversation was far from being over.
âNat,â you say with surprisingly more strudiness than you believed possible, pausing to swallow the dryness in your mouth. âI donât have a crush, okay?â You wait for her to look back over at you, nothing but disbelief rolling off of her faux-casualty, giving you a bullshit shrug and a smile.
âOkay.â she says. You had hoped that would be enough, but you should have known better. You clear your throat again.
âNat,â you say, only making yourself louder, as if that was a sign of nothing going on. She looks up at you somewhat blankly. You know youâre totally screwed already as her eyes dip to watch your finger begin quickly tapping on the bench before you with barely any acknowledgement from yourself. âThereâs nothing weird going on,â you say, pleading with your voice and face and every atom of your being that she drops it.
She drops something, unfortunately itâs not the subject though, but you still feel some semblance of stress leaving your body as her fake lack of care dissolves, and she leans back to rest against the cabinet behind her. She crosses her arms and shrugs again while letting out a soft, pitying sigh, which this time doesnât raise your non-existent heckles as much as it had when it first showed its face.
You stare at one another, at what you think is an impasse and wordless agreement to now never talk of this episode in your friendship ever again, but once again, you should have known better.
âIf itâs any consolation, I think he has a crush on you too, so it's not like itâs a total waste of energy⊠despite all evidence to the contrary,â She says conversationally at first, before muttering out the last part under her breath.
âHe doesnât,â you state with so much certainty you almost forget for a moment that itâs not even a little bit true. Instead, crossing your arms too, you feel like a middle schooler having a much too serious fight with her friend at lunch. âWeâve just become closer, like all of the squad have. Youâre just noticing it cause you want to!â youâre a little taken aback by the sound logic of your own reasoning, all points earned to your side then immediately becoming forfeit when you canât help yourself from stupidly continuing to speak. âWhy? Has he said something?!â
Your outburst of near-giddy excitement destroys all chances of you walking this back, and you find yourself with only one option left available. But your prior readiness to exit out of this failed interaction at roughly 300 kts/min becomes soberingly not so fun to fantasise about when you sheepishly remember the current charges against you, for the theft of the $70 million dollar military aircraft youâd technically stolen when you and Jake had taken a joy ride to pick up Mav and Rooster.
You're snapped back into the present as Natasha Trace regards you unreadably and slowly lifts one perfect eyebrow at you. You cover your face and hang your head, you reason with your now permanently mortified brain that if you just admitted to the thing she already believed to be true, sheâd stop looking any closer, possibly finding out something actually secret.
It helps that your embarrassment for the flurry of extremely obvious questions is very real, and you groan into your palms. You hear before you see Phoenix laugh, listening to her chortle at your outing yourself, but you notice that he demeanour is warmer now, and she pushes herself up to sit on the top of the bench between you, crossing her legs.
âHeâs not said a thing, but he doesnât need to,â she tells you, seemingly glad to just be able to share her findings and observations, which you uncomfortably realise have been going on for a lot longer than you realised.
âIt's what heâs not saying,â she explains, and you blink up at her in genuine curiosity.
âHuh?â
Phoenix turns her gaze upward as she thinks.
âHe doesnât make fun of you⊠or snipe at you, not really,â she begins, resting her head in her hand. âTo be honest when we first met, I was expecting to defend you. Youâre a good pilot, a great one, but Hangman isnât exactly known for recognising that in othersâŠâ
You frown up at her, unsure of anything to say to abate her suspicions.
Sheâs not exactly wrong, even when the two of you were first stationed together, heâd never poked fun at you, never really called you out. To be fair, he hadnât really acknowledged your presence at all, but these days you knew that was more to do with the fact that all this time, Hangman had liked you, had seen you were shy, and didnât like crowds, and as youâd found out recently, often made more of a spectacle of himself to draw attention away from you.
You have to stop yourself from smiling dreamily at the thought of him.
âAnd I mean, he disobeyed direct orders for you, he knew what you were doing, and he went with you anyway⊠Iâm just saying Miri, I donât think youâd be disappointed if you were to say somethingââ
You quickly cut her off.
âIâm not saying anything to him!â
At last, given your already clear admittance of your supposed âcrushâ, Phoenix relents, holding up her hands and shrugging.
âJust think about it alright? Itâs even sort of⊠cute, in a weird, Hangman-y way.â
You grumble at her, but thankfully she doesnât bring it up again for the rest of the afternoon. Still, you leave the workshop with a sparkling helmet, cleaner than you think it ever has been, and with a pressing matter to relay to your boyfriend, most of which involves playing it much, much cooler in front of Phoenix the next time you all hang out.
-
You know youâve made some personal growth when you answer the door in your matching Star Wars X-Wing PJâs and slippers, and arenât immediately mortified.
Jake stands there, already grinning back at you, and looking like a greek god sent to earth in his dark jeans and plain white shirt.
âRed Leader Mirage, your rescuer has arrived!â he announces, doing what you judge to be a surprising spot-on impression of Lt. Porkins from Star Wars, shooting a lazily salute down at slippers
Unfortunately, you arenât given the chance to ask him more about his perfect Red Six however, as heâs almost immediately pushing away from where heâd been leaning against the side of your door, posing for your perusal you assume, and holds out a brown paper bag for you to take. You swipe it, and shoot him a thankful smile.
âThank you, Jake, reallyâŠâ you side-step his self-congratulatory jokes, but he doesnât seem phased, simply shrugging, and taking a step closer to you, letting one hand rest gently on your shoulder, before he hooks it and tugs you into him.
Youâd started getting all-too familiar with just how physically attentive Jake seemed to be, something you would never have guessed about him several weeks ago, but had come to terms with now. Clingy was never a word you would have used to describe him before. He hugs you briefly, then pulls back to look down at you, his brow furrowed and his expression filled with genuine concern, another thing youâd been getting more familiar with.
âHowâre you feeling?â he asks, inviting himself in by walking you backwards and kicking your door closed lightly behind him. Youâd come not to mind this sort of thing either, but mostly because you know if you asked him to leave again, he would, no questions asked. That was another new thing youâd been learning about Jake Seresin.
In comparison to how Hangman could be up in the sky, Jake was entirely understanding, one hundred percent supportive, and almost a little too observant when it came to your particular anxieties. It meant he often knew without you saying when to push you, and when to not, and on the occasion that you did need to say, he always respected those boundaries.
It was starting to make you nervous, how much you were growing to like him.
âCramps are kicking my ass, but other than that, mostly fine. Thank you for these,â you try again, hoping that he really understands just how much you appreciate him coming over for you tonight. Never in your life would you have imagined feeling comfortable enough to ask Hangman to stop by the pharmacy and pick you up sanitary products, and never would you have imagined heâd make no issue of it.
âSure,â he says, again with a shrug. âYou want me to head out?â he asks then, tipping his head back at your door, even as he inches his face closer to yours, brushing his nose tip against yours. Your lips quirk, then break out into a full smile when he grins before dipping low enough to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your stomach somersaults and pulls at least ten Gâs for sure as he continues to brush his lips against yours teasingly.
This hadnât taken much getting used to at all. Jake was a good kisser, and had proved it after your second date, almost in the exact place you were now, both his hands cupping your cheeks and his lips full on yours, hungry and insistent. That had been almost four weeks ago now, but after his hands had tugged your hips flush to his, youâd quickly put the breaks on.
You were still slightly uncertain about going further with Jake so soon. The fact was, you worked together in a high impact, high stress job, and if anything should happen between you, it would be easier to keep things professional if you took it slow
Jake had, to your slight surprise, though you aren't sure exactly what you were expecting, nodded slowly and taken a step back. Heâd told you that the only thing he wanted more than you, was for you to want him too. Youâd had to explain that your position wasnât because you didnât want him, which had led to more making out, but he hadnât pushed to go further and heâd left that night with the affirmation that however long you wanted to wait was alright by him.
âNo, you can stay,â you tell him, wrapping your arms around his neck to stop him from pulling away too much as you try not to full-on pout. Jake smiles against your lips and presses into you further, moving to push you against the wall, where he crowds your space entirely and stops teasing you, capturing your lips with his at last.
Youâre about to experimentally slide your hand up his shirt, a thought that had been lingering in your mind more and more these past few days, but your kiss is over too soon, and he pulls back, leaving you breathless.
âWerenât you waiting for me, so you could do chores?â he prompts, nearly making you grumble. Instead you nod, and gently push back against him, heading towards your bedroom just down the main hall.
âYou can wait in here if you like,â you suggest, feeling a little nervous about the idea, but it was something youâd been thinking about for a while now. Even if you and Jake werenât sleeping together, that didnât mean the two of you couldnât sleep together, did it? It was something youâd wanted, specifically with him, but not really something youâd ever experienced before. You were ready to move out of these early stages of your relationship, eager to push yourself and your limits just a little, so you could settle into something more comfortable with Jake, something where you werenât always a little surprised when he touched you, or called you by one of his innumerable pet names.
Jake shoves his hands in his pockets and nods, clearly thinking through what this invitation could mean as he follows you quietly.
âUm, I feel like I should say âexcuse the messâ, but you knowââ you cut yourself off and gesture around your bedroom when you both have entered. Jake snorts.
âWell thatâs what being in the Navy gets you. I wonât judge if you say it anyway,â he tells you lightly, and you scoff.
âYes you will!â you insist, and are met with a confident, familiar cheshire-grin.
âMhm, but only a little. Have you changed your mind, honey?â he steps toward you again then, almost closing the distance in one stride, his hands still shoved in his pockets, but his gaze locked intently on you in a way you havenât felt since that second date. Your heart beats so loudly youâre sure he must be able to hear, but he doesnât mention it, just waits for you, crowding your space again.
âOh, Iâ No⊠not⊠I didnât⊠Iâm sorryâŠâ
The moment you speak Jake is stepping back, pulling his hands from his pockets to hold them up, his expression losing the intensity again.
âNo need to apologise, my mistake.â Jakeâs words are sincere, but he looks away from you.
You let out a little sigh.
âItâs just so soon, and with the trialââ
ââYou donât have to explain yourself, honey,â Jake pulls his hands from his pockets at last and places them at your waist, drawing you in. You fall quiet as he lowers his face to yours, though he teases you again by not kissing you, simply looking you over, and then smirking when you pout. âYou want it when you want it, and thatâs when I want it, okay?â
He makes you nod, before he at last lowers his lips to meet yours and kisses you, slow and sweet. You finally get the chance to test the waters a little, easing your hand carefully underneath the back of his shirt, making you giggle against his mouth when he jumps slightly at the feel of your skin on his. Jake doesnât say or do anything about it though, thankfully just letting you explore a little as he tips your head back further to deepen your kiss, and you brush your fingers up his spine.
After a short while of this, he must feel the urge to tease you again, because with little to no hesitation at all, unlike you, he slips his hands beneath your shirt, his warm palms gripping onto the bare skin just above your PJ shorts, almost making you moan. Youâre glad youâre able to hold back the sound, mostly, but your own surprise doesnât go unnoticed by the blond currently kissing you.
He only continues doing so for a short minute longer, before heâs eventually pulling back, lips pink and kiss swollen. You canât help but frown at the parting. He squeezes your waist, and nudges your nose with his own.
âWhat do you want to do, honey?â
You groan at the apparent lack of making out in your future, not because you donât think heâd agree, but mostly because youâre not quite ready to ask him for more, though a part of you senses heâs not willing to let you off the hook for those chores youâd told him about earlier.
âI need to fold this laundry,â you point past him, to your walk-in wardrobe and the basket that lies within. Jake looks over at it and lifts an eyebrow, which you choose to ignore. He nods then, and takes a step away from you, making you frown even more when his hands fall from your body.
âIâll help,â he says, making your eyes widen, and you quickly step around him to block his path, where he is clearly about to make for your basket.
âNo! Um⊠Itâs okay, Itâll be easier if I just do itâŠâ you trail off, wondering if you sound insane and neurotic, but Jake simply raises his hands again and nods.
âWell, what do you want me to do?â he prods, and you realise, heâs come inside thinking you want him to help with your chores.
âI was thinking⊠I was thinking it might just be nice for you to just⊠be here?â You cringe, and narrowly avoid making a face at yourself. Jake blinks at you as if he doesnât understand.
âYou want me to⊠sit around while you do laundry?â he asks, tone confused, but equally unimpressed. You nod. Jake shifts, then clicks his tongue. âI was not raised to let somebody work while I sit and watch, especially not my girl. My mother would tan my hide.â
Youâre a little surprised by the seriousness on his face, despite the humorous inflection in his voice. You suck in a breath, mulling over how to explain to him what you had been thinking when he came inside. Jakeâs eyes flicker over you for a moment before he shifts again, crossing his arms and lifting his chin at you.
âAlright sweetheart, just say what you gotta say, I can hear those cogs turning from hereâŠâ
âI⊠I like that you want to help me, I think thatâs really sweetâŠâ
âButâŠ?â Jake prompts.
âI find this kinda thing hard, and I was hoping we could just try and do something⊠domesticâŠ? Together?â your face goes hot at your admission, and when Jake doesnât immediately respond you wonder if using the word âdomesticâ was too much, too soon.
âWhat is âthis kind of thingâ? I get the other part honey,â again, his voice is playful, but you see the seriousness behind his eyes and it lends you even more comfort. How is he so good at this? Itâs almost like heâd read your teenage diary entry all about your perfect guy⊠it's the sort of attention, care, and behaviour that youâve never actually gotten from a guy you were seeing before, so you arenât really sure how to compose yourself.
âThis kind of thing,â you gesture between you and him, before clearing your throat. âI don't know what to call itâ us, butââ
ââa relationship.â Jake cuts in firmly, and you pause, heart thumping. You hadn't actually had this discussion yet, but you guess youâre having it now.
âRight. I mean, Iâve been in relationships before, but theyâve never really worked out and I feel like I never get to the point with boyfriends where I feel fully comfortable, so Iââ you clamp your mouth shut, both at the use of âboyfriendâ, and at the fact you were rambling, and youâre pretty sure it's too early to start telling him about how all your prior relationships failed.
âRight. So, let me get this straight; you were going to come back in here and put your laundry away, regardless of me being here?â Jake holds up a hand as he repeats back the information.
âYeahâŠâ
âAnd you just want me to keep you company?â
You nod, and clear your throat.
âYeah.â
Jake stares at you, a level of understanding crossing his face, before his eyes flick to your laundry behind you, then back to your face.
â... And youâre sure I canât help you?â His resolve sounds weak, and you think heâs already made up his mind to do as you asked, but his upbringing requires him to triple check. You smile, and this time step toward him, gingerly resting your hand on his arm, which he immediately raises, and flips, sliding it so now youâre holding his hand.
Again, you canât fathom how he got so good at this sort of thing. Your knees go wobbly.
âI have a bunch of lacy unmentionables in there, soâŠâ you try to lighten things, but it's not a lie. Jake picks up what youâre putting down, and gives your hand a squeeze. He tips his chin at you and lifts an eyebrow.
âNow whyâd you have to go and say that honey? You sure youâre certain I canât help?â his hands slip from yours to rest at your hips again, completely bypassing your top this time and your heart stutters.
You bite your lip, and nod your head, trying not to laugh him off fully, because while that may be your instinctual nervous reaction, you didnât want to discourage him entirely. You liked that Jake acted as if you were a pretty girl, like you were desirable, and not like the awkward dork you actually were. You didn't want him to stop doing that.
His expression turns a little softer, and he leans down, moving slowly as to give you time to process, and he presses his lips to your cheek, lingering for just a moment before he taps your sides with his fingers, then steps away.
Youâre still catching your breath when he looks back at you, pointing at what looks like one corner of your bed.
âCan I?â
You nod, and gesture at the whole mattress.
âMake yourself comfortable!â
â
You can feel the pounding music of the club in your whole body. The lights flashing and dancing in different colourways in time with the music give everything around you an ever changing aura, and maybe itâs all the drinks youâve had tonight, but in front of you, Natasha seems to glow.
Her hands grasp your forearm firmly and you giggle, uncharacteristically carefree as you almost slip again.
âAlright! Okay, let's get you seated!â she says. Sheâs had a few too, but not nearly as many as you, and youâre glad for it now as she steers you toward the bar and grabs a paper cup to fill with water from the nearby water station toward the end. You find yourself drinking it without prompting, but miss the taste of the fruity cocktails youâd been downing all night. âIâll call us a cab,â she says, beginning to pull out her phone, but you hastily stop her, placing a hand on her arm and shaking your head rapidly, making the colours spin even more.
âNo! My boyfriend said heâd pick us up!â you insist, ignoring the way her eyebrows shoot up, then stitch together.
âYou boyfriend?â she asks, but you miss the real question behind her words, instead you simply nod, and begin to fumble around in your own purse until you find your phone. Nat watches you expectantly as you open your messages, quickly tapping âcall' on the top icon, and pressing the phone to one ear, and your finger to the other.
It rings less than once before it connects.
âHeeyy!â you sigh in relief down the line, happy to even just hear his voice after all night going without. âYeah, no, everythingâs alright, you just said to call you when we were done!â you say in reply to his amused questioning. You look up at Nat briefly, and if you were more sober, you mightâve been able to tell that she was leaning in slightly to try and hear the voice on the other end, but you arenât, so you donât.
âOkay, Iâll meet you out front!â you tell him excitedly, before adding on; âIs it okay if we give Nat a ride home too?â there's a short reply, and at last youâre smiling wide and nodding, even though he canât see you. âOkay, weâll see you soooon!â
You hang up and stare back up at Natasha, who's giving you a funny look that you ignore. âHe said heâll be here in ten, heâs been at the sports bar in town waiting!â you tell her dreamily, like she might understand what it means to you that Jake would choose to remain only a short distance away in case you needed anything, in the knowledge that you didnât always enjoy nights out like this.
Nat simply nods and after making you drink one more glass of water, you begin making your way through the crowds and out of the club.
The air outside is warm, but refreshing and you take in as much of it as you can, not realising how stuffy the air inside the club had been until now. It was getting late, and bars and restaurants around the club are lit up and busy, the streets all around full of people either on their way to their destination, or lingering as they talk.
It doesnât take long for you to spot Jakeâs car and he pulls up close to the curb, allowing you to beeline for the passengers side door, not realising that Natasha follows with more confusion and trepidation. Jake jumps out of the car to greet you, rounding it to quickly steady your wobbly walk with a hand on your hip, and with the other, he pulls open the car door and helps you inside, leaning in to help you buckle in, grinning even as he murmurs quietly.
âYou had a good night, sweetheart?â he asks, clicking your seatbelt into place for you, making you giggle at him. You lean forward for a kiss, but he dodges you, somewhat more aware than you are of your present company, and instead rests his hand so he can squeeze your knee. Your good mood isnât spoiled and you barely notice the dodged kiss, so you simply nod your assent to his question vehemently.
âI had a lot to drink!â you tell him, before bursting out into giggles again, the soft, sweet smile Jake gives you going unnoticed as he squeezes your leg again.
âYes you did,â he says with clear, fond amusement, and at last moves back so he can shut your door.
Unlike you, on the other hand, Natasha may as well be sober as a judge, and she eyes Jake somewhat distrustfully as she steps closer, lifting her chin up at him as she talks.
âWhatâre you doing here?â she asks accusingly, making Jake cock his head at her, only half as annoyingly as he can. He gestures back at you in the front seat of his car.
âMiri called, sounded pretty hammered,â he tells her as if that explained it. Natasha narrows her eyes and crosses her arms.
âYeah, but she said she was calling her boyfriend, whatâre you doing here?â She dares him to reply with anything but the truth, however luckily for Jake, unlike most men caught in her crossfire, heâs able to brush her off with an infuriating grin.
âI guess she dialled the wrong number, do you want a lift home or not?â
At his ultimatum (however hollow it really is, he wouldnât leave her on her own in the middle of the night), Natasha frowns darker at him, but accepts the door he opens, waiting for her to get settled before he closes it behind her and returns to the driver's side.
When Jake checks his rearview he notes in amusement that Nat has situated herself in the middle seat, giving herself a perfect view of the two of you in the front. You donât, nor do you seem to have any weariness in the bloodhound youâve just set upon the both of you, but if heâs honest, Jake had known from day one that the second Natasha Trace suspected anything, your little secret was over.
He drives back as normally as he can, but it's strange to him now to have you sitting right there in his passenger's seat, and not have his hand in yours, or on your thigh. Itâs strange to him to be in this space where the two of you are usually so open with your affection, and have to suppress it. Jake does not like it.
The car ride home is quiet, you seem content to look out the window, the tiredness hitting you now, but every so often he and Nat make small talk about whatever football scores interested them in the past week or two, and before too long, heâs pulling up outside her home.
Looking over at you to find that youâre slumped over asleep on his window, Jake follows Natasha out of the car with a simple offer of making sure she gets in alright. The congeniality doesnât last very long, and once theyâre standing on her porch she turns to him with a frown.
âYou donât really think Iâm that stupid, do you?â she asks, for once not sounding angry or scolding, but seemingly subdued, maybe even a little upset. Jake sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Looking back to his car to make sure youâre still alright, he levels his squadmate with a serious expression.
âNo, I do not,â he tells her sincerely. âBut itâs Miriâs choice to not want to be public yet, all Iâm asking is that you respect that,â he goes on after a moment. He doesnât really believe she would say anything, but he feels the need to get her agreement, if only for your peace of mind in the morning.
Nat hums to herself and briefly looks away to fish out her keys. Once she has them in hand, she looks up at him again, a little grin on her face this time.
âHow long?â she asks. Jake rolls his eyes and canât resist the urge to mess with her just a little.
âFew years,â he states matter of factly, waiting for her eyes to pop wide before he lets out a victorious laugh and shakes his head. âA month or two,â he admits truthfully, accepting the hard sock in the arm as Nat scoffs at him and moves to unlock her front door.
âSomething, something, Iâll kick your ass if you hurt her,â she grumbles as she steps inside, immediately kicking off her shoes. Jake straightens up and gives her a mock salute.
âYes Maâam,â he says, chortling to himself as he receives a middle finger for his efforts and the door is closed and locked again.
Jake feels a little lighter on his walk back to his car, and when he climbs in, he leans over to carefully adjust your crooked neck and make sure your belt is still strapped properly. You wake a little, confused at first, and blink up at him in happy wonderment.
âHey!â you mumble, like it's the first time youâve seen him tonight. Jake chuckles and leans closer to press a kiss to your forehead.
âLetâs get you home baby.â
â
You awake the next morning with nowhere near the headache youâre expecting, but with an array of distinct memories that cause a pit to open up in your stomach. The pit then begins to growl as you register the warm, homey smell of food, and with little effort, you force yourself up and into the kitchen, where you immediately attach yourself to Jakeâs bare back.
His skin is warm and feels so comfy against your cheek, and the soft little laugh he gives makes your belly flop around. He lets you stay like that for a few moments more, moving slowly but smoothly so you can move with him, and at last when whatever heâs doing with his hands is finished, he reaches around for you and rests his hands where he can.
âDid I really call you last night? While with Nat?â you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping youâd just imagined it all, but another soft chuckle lets you know you hadnât.
âNever thought youâd be the one to let our little secret slip first. I underestimated you baby.â
You groan into his back, and try to hide your face, but before you can complain or dodge him, Jake has turned himself around, letting you instead smoosh your face in between his gloriously golden pecs, and you think things may not be so bad.
He wraps his arms around you properly, and for a moment you just stay like that. You wonder if you can convince him to come around shirtless more often, the warmth radiating off his skin feeling heavenly, not to mention he looked almost as delicious as the food heâd made. You wonder if heâd already worked out this morning, or if you can join him after breakfast.
One of Jakeâs hands moves away from your back and cups the back of your head tenderly, making you mewl slightly, and you look up at him to give the attention you know heâs asking for. Jake stares down at you with a soft little grin, and readjusts himself slightly, so heâs able to drop his lips to meet yours briefly.
One kiss becomes two kisses, becoming three kisses and after that any semblance of chastity is given up on and he kisses you full and sweet, deliberately slow like heâs teasing you to ask for more, but for now youâre simply content to wash away all of last nights worries like this.
Coming up for air, Jake barely breaks apart from you, his lips still brushing yours when he speaks.
âI asked Nat not to say anything, she respects you enough to do that I think,â he says, dropping a few more soft kisses to your mouth when you crane your neck up for more. He goes no further this time, though, and leans back from you to gauge your reaction after several moments, and you force yourself to open your eyes and pout.
âItâs not that I think sheâll tell anyoneâŠâ you say to him, scrunching up your features as you recall your lack of playing it cool the first time she had brought Jake up to you. The memory makes you grumble to yourself, and you once more attempt to hide your face in his chest. Jake laughs, and makes you jump when he pokes your side.
âWhat is it?â he asks, like he already knows. You tell him, voice muffled in his skin, but clear enough for the details of your embarrassing inability to throw the scent off to be heard. Jakeâs body shakes with more laughter as you relay the information, but instead of trying to make you stop hiding away, he simply cups the back of your head again, and holds it nearer, allowing you to wither your embarrassment away in the safety of him.
âI think we both know that the minute that woman suspected anything, it was game over,â he tells you once youâre done, still holding you close, but you feel his lips press to the top of your head sweetly, and you do your best to snuggle yourself closer.
After the bulk of your mortification has eased away, Jake makes you detach from him, but only so the two of you can eat your breakfast while itâs still hot.
âYou know I donât want to keep it quiet, like, forever, right?â you ask out of nowhere, your memories of last night replaying over in your head while you ate. Jake looks up at you and cocks his head.
âIâm happy to do whatever youâd like to do, for as long as youâd like to do it,â he says matter of factly, but despite the sweetness of his words, you canât help but frown at him.
âNo youâre not, and we both know it,â you push back, grateful for his always tender manner of going at your pace, but youâd likely never have been with him in the first place if he hadnât thrown you out of your comfort zone that first time.
The only difference is, now you are with Jake, and you understood these things about yourself, and how they werenât always as scary as your mind might make them seem. Jake frowns back at you, clearly ready to protest.
âI know you pretty well too, you know,â you cut him off. âI know you like PDA, and that you wish you were able to be more open when weâre out with people. I know you like to show off, and part of that includes me,â you tell him adamantly, because you know youâre right.
Jake huffs out a sigh and leans back in his chair, looking at you dead on, you know him well enough to know heâs a little annoyed at you calling him out, but you arenât doing it to annoy him or just for the sake of starting an argument.
âOkay, so what if I do? That doesnât change the fact that until you want something, Iâm not gonna go for it,â he says, still frowning at you like he doesnât understand what the point of talking this through is even about.
You change tack and, with your heart beat thumping a little wildly, get up from your seat and move toward him. Even in his annoyance, Jake makes room for you, pushes out his chair and wraps his arms around your waist when you seat yourself on his thigh, your own arms linking around his neck.
âWell maybe Iâm giving you permission to go for it,â you say softly, quietly, because the idea still does make you incredibly nervous. But you like Jake, no scratch that, you think youâre in love with Jake, and you think heâs in love with you too, and something about that feeling for once in your life makes you want the same things he does too, including the PDA. You want him to sling his arm around your neck, you want to be able to kiss his cheek or hold his hand or whatever it is you two want to do, not just in the comfort of your own homes, but out at the Hard Deck with your friends, too.
Jake blinks up at you, like at first your words donât even register, but then heâs tightening his hold around your waist, and grinning wolfishly up at you, all cocky and infuriating if you didnât find it utterly charming. If you didnât completely adore him, even this part.
âPermission granted, Lieutenant?â he asks mischievously, and you canât stop yourself from giggling, like youâre drunk all over again.
âPermission granted, Lieutenant!â
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part one // serial killer!Kim Seungmin/afab reader
WC: ~10k
RATING: mature/explicit/mdniâcontains: rough sex, manipulation, strangulation, blood, implied drugging, murder
SYNOPSIS: Seungmin floats through life alone, haunted by his memoriesâkeeping himself under control, and quieting his mind the only way he knows howâŠkilling and watching the life leave his victims eyes. When you cross his path on a morning hunt, something new (something forgotten) starts to move inside of him, leading both of you on a path to confront the unspeakable past.
[ MLâ DEITY MASTERLIST ]
The smell of smoke reaches his nose, and the craving comes on so suddenly, and so strongâŠhe hates this, not being able to control something so small. He doesn't have much control at all, if he thinks about it. He hasn't had any real control in yearsâjust the illusion of it. The first chance Seungmin gets, he disappears into a convenience store, and he walks back out with a pack of cigarettes clenched in one hand. He bites down on a fresh book of matches as he bounces it against the heel of his palm, eyes still carefully scanning the streets as he unwraps the plastic and pops one between his lips.
The sound of the match against the striker strip is enough to calm his nerves, but the first slow drag quiets his mind and numbs the itch in his limbs. The part of his brain that doesn't shut up when it's time likes to smoke lately, it seems, so he listens. More of his illusion.
Just as he pulls in another lungful, you breeze past him, head down, eyes glued to your phone. Seungmin can see exactly what you're doingâlooking at a map as you walk, probably a little lost, and youâre mumbling quietly. Scolding yourself, maybe, but taking your time and obviously trying to keep it together. He wonders just how lost you are, but he doesn't move right awayâŠheâs smarter than that. That itch returns very quickly, despite the cigarette, and his legs shake a little with the anticipation of following behind. Lucky for him, you stop and duck under the awning for some shade, and probably to get your bearings.
He likes the way you look.
You feign confidence, and you really are doing a great job of fitting in and acting like you know where you areâwhere you need to go. If anyone else was nearby, they wouldn't even suspect you needed help. And youâre pretty. Seungmin thinks you probably donât know that, not here, so out of your element. You are, though.
Just as he moves to approach you, you lift your gaze, and your eyes find his. Seungmin freezes for a moment, then slowly takes the cigarette from him lips. âHello,â he smiles and turns away a little to blow out his smoke. âIâm sorry, I canâŠâ he discards it, then turns back, hoping your eyes are still on himâŠ
He was a little rushed this morning, his hair dryer broke, and he spilled an entire iced coffee on his way out the door. Going out today didnât seem like the best idea, but he figured he would at least make the attempt, and try again tomorrow if he had to. Seungmin is very glad he tried today. You still look up at him with keen, hopeful eyes when he turns to face you again.
ââŠput this out.â He tries Englishâitâs the only western language he knows. âDo you need help reading your map?â
Still, you stareâŠsilent. If you donât speak English or Korean, heâs out of luck, and heâll have to drag himself back home, alone, and crawl into bed until tomorrow.
âYesâŠthank youâ
He sighs internally, and smiles softly at you. Once again, his looks (and his fluent English) get him what he wants. Seungmin doubts you would have taken the help if that first look didn't get something moving in you. He could see it in your eyes. âWhere are you headed? I might be more useful than that map.â
Still, you hesitate for a brief moment, â...my apartment. I took the bus, and I missed it coming back. But I think Iâm almost there. Iâm just a little anxious, and Iâm being stupidâŠâ
âNo, youâre not. Have you been here long? In Seoul?â
âAbout a weekâ
âNo, not stupid. Whatâs the address?â
/ / /
âStay close, we can probably get the whole way across.â He looks back at you, and slows enough for you to catch up to his long strides. âNo, maybe not,â he takes your wrist in his hand, and itâs unnecessary, because you stop with him. Itâs a good startâŠthe first touch. âSorry.â
âItâs okay,â you glance at him, and then to his hand wrapped around you, âI think I know where Iâm at now.â
âYou think?â
âI thinkâ
âIâll take you to your building. You donât have to invite me upâŠpromise.â
Itâs another two blocks before you finally see it, and the sight of it is a relief. Seungmin can almost feel the tension leave your body as you approach it, but thereâs a long moment of silence between you when you finally get there.
Eventually, you unfreeze yourself and speak,âthank you for your helpâŠuh, what should I call you?â
âThank you for letting me help. You can call me Seungmin.â He smiles shyly when he says his name.
âSeungmin, is it okay if do?â
âDo what?â He already knows what youâre getting at, but he cocks his head and bites his lip.
âInvite you up. Iâm sure you have better things to do, though.â
Seungmin loves the flush in your cheeks when you ask. The nervous energy that left you returns, and it gets his blood pumping everywhere it needs toâhis heartbeat jumps, and he hopes his cheeks pink up a little bit, too. âNo, thatâs been my best offer all day.â He knows he canât do anything here, but this is also an unusual feelingâvisiting the home of a potential victim. It's not necessary, and it's very personal...and it's a little bit awkward.
âThis is cute.â Seungmin stands in one spot, and examines the tiny apartment. Itâs simple, and still a little plain, but youâve barely had time to settle. He can picture the twin size bed youâre sleeping on, and how the two of you would barely fit; the commotion youâd makeâŠthe mess. The thought sends a jolt of pleasure through him, and he feels himself getting hard as he watches you stare so intensely.
âWhat?â He smirks. You smile back, so Seungmin lets his grow a little wider.
âDo you want some coffee? You look like a coffee person.â
âI am, I would love someâ
/ / /
âYouâre a long way from home,â Seungmin says over the rim of his mug, casually scanning every part of you as he doesâyour bare feet shuffling on the area rug; your legs, easy to admire in the tight leggings youâre wearing; body sinking comfortably into the squishy couch. He sits up and turns himself toward you a little more. âMay I ask why?â
âWork. But I think Iâm very under-qualified for the positionâŠI took it to get away from my old life, and my ex.â
âIâm sorry to hear that. Bad breakup?â
âBad enoughâŠIâm sure things couldâve been worseâ
If he can find out when the break-up happened, Seungmin can figure out just how vulnerable you still are. âIf it was worth coming this far, Iâm sure it was bad.â Reaching out right now and grabbing your throat would be so, so easy. It would be nothing; his hands would wrap perfectly around your delicate neck. He can almost feel the snap of your hyoid, your pulse as it speeds up; slows down; stops completely. Vulnerable, but still guardedâsoft, sad eyes, and nervous fingers tapping against the mug, turned slightly away from him.
Still, when you look at him again, you light up a little. âMy turnâŠwhat were you doing smoking outside a GS25 all alone this morning? Iâm very glad you were thereâŠjust curious.â
âOhâŠâ Seungmin actually laughs at thatâa genuine laugh. He wasnât prepared for such a blunt question. âPeople watching, I guess. I like to observe.â He notices your eyes wondering over him, the same as he did to you, only youâre a lot less subtle about it. âWhat is it?â
âWhat do you do for a living?â
A living. What does he do for a living? He doesnât do anything except survive day to day within his careful, tedious routine. Heâs a trust-fund baby, thank god. Seungmin canât imagine having to work a day job, deal with the public, wear a mask every moment of the day just to get by.
âI make musicâŠwrite, produce. Independently. Nothing major, but it pays the bills.â Itâs not his usual lie, but it seems fitting for you. Itâs not even a lie, because Seungmin does make musicâmusic that has ever seen the light of day.
âYou sing?â
Seungmin nods, puts on another shy smile for you. âYeah, I do. Mostly for myself, though.â Heâs not used to fielding so many personal questions so quickly, because by now, someone has their mouth on something. Or something in it. The thought gives him another twinge in his groin, and he almost whines along with his sigh.
Now is probably a good time to get more information, but his dick continues to distract him. âUhm, what was your promotion? What do you do?â Not this information, but he has to start somewhere.
âNothing very exciting. Customer relations for a cosmetics company. I donât like it very much, but it pays well enough, and Iâm here now.â
âIs that where you went this morning?â Itâs almost too nosy, but he goes with it. âSorry, thatâs not really my business.â
âNo, itâs okay. I was coming back from Dongguk University. Iâm taking language classes."
He takes the opportunity to switch to Korean, âgoodâŠso you donât speak any Korean?â
And all you can do is stare back, clueless. âI think I caught a word,â you laugh when he grins at you.
âIâm going to have so much fun with youâ
An exchange of phone numbers, the promise of dinner, and Seungmin is on his way back home. Empty handed, yes, but he already has a plan unfolding in his mind. A few times before, heâs deliberately taken his timeâdid the cat and mouse thing, or more appropriately for him, a dog with a bone. Itâs usually not by choice, though. He may have to find another in the meantime; something quick and easy to hold him over. Rushing things with you won't satisfy him.
âWow, this isâŠgreat,â the girl turns and gives Seungmin a heavy, confident look. She only has one thing on her mind, but heâs alright with getting straight to the point. âHow about the bedroom?â So why does the eagerness almost turn him off? Itâs a stark contrast to what you just gave him, and to what anyone else ever gives him. The dates he picks up donât want coffee and conversation.
There is no foreplayânot a single touch until his pants are undone and on the floor, but she goes for his shirt, and Seungmin grabs for her wandering hands.
âWhatâs wrongâŠself-conscious?â She slips one under and runs her fingertips across his ribs.
He has to tilt his head to the side to avoid her lips. âNo, Iâm not.â
âYou are a little skinny, but thatâs okayâ
The gasp the girl makes when he grabs the side of her neck, the little bit of fear in her eyes, is what finally gets him completely hard. He squeezes, just enough to not be threatening, and she relaxes for a moment.
âSorryâŠsorry, just teasing,â she smiles a little, and her eyes dart from the window, and then back to him.
âGet on your kneesâ
She does so without hesitation, but Seungmin turns and walks away before she has a chance to touch again. There wasnât much prep for this, so he has to be careful, and he has to be quiet, so he stares absently into the drawer of his bedside table for a few long moments. Handcuffs could be helpful, but the gag might be even better. He opts for the handcuffs, and when the girl sees them dangling from his finger, she smiles. âOkay, I like kinkyâŠare those for me?â
Seungmin nods, and very gently secures one of her wrists. The other end snaps around the bedpost. Now she reaches her free hand toward him and gets a handful of dick, and he lets her touch.
âAre you gonna be a tease now? Take these off.â
A hand comes down fast, and again she gasps as he tightens his grip around her throat. She grabs for him and claws at his skin, but it does nothing. His grip still tightens, even as her nails cut and a thin line of blood starts to form. Seungmin relaxes, and then lets go.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â She coughs and pulls at the cuff, but it's not going anywhere. âGet this off of me. Now."
None of this is new for him, and most of the time, his jobs aren't easy. Last time, he was lucky. "No," Seungmin laughs and pulls his shirt over his head, but just as he's about to return to his drawer for something new, he hears his phone buzz in the pocket of his discarded jeans.
"Take these offâŠplease"
"Not yet, relax"
"But you will? What are you gonna do? I'm sorry I teased youâŠplease, you can do whatever you want, butâ"
"But? I can do whatever I want, but what?"
The fear in her eyes is enough of an answer, but another buzz of his phone distracts her for the briefest moment. "Please let me go. We can just pretend this never happened.â
Seungmin goes for his phone this time, "no, I donât do that," and stares at the number for a few seconds before recognizing it, because he didn't add you to his contacts. He's not even sure he should.
Hi! I just wanted to thank you again for being so kind. I haven't had any really nice interactions with anyone until I met you today. And there is a place a block way from me that I've been wanting to try since I got here, if you're still interested.
Seungmin doesn't catch himself grinning, but his guest does. "Good news?" She asks. "Look, this was just a date gone bad. I'm not into whatever kinky shit you're into.â
He's bored. To be honest, he's been bored since he got this girl back to the apartment, so this may not do the job as well as he was expectingâheâs already starting to get soft. But letting someone go? Seungmin doesn't do that. The phone gets tossed onto the bed as he makes his way back to his drawer, and this time, he knows what he needs. The girl gasps and screams as soon as she sees the glint of the blade against the lamplightâthe gag definitly would have helped, but it's too late now. The neighbors are mosty likely at work, at least.
The rattle of the cuffs against the bedpost is annoying, and Seungmin thinks for a moment that it might actually break. "You need to relax, and you need to be quiet. ThisâŠ" he gestures to her antics, "this is not helping either of us."
"Fuck you, you're gonna burn in hell"
That's the last thing she says. There is one more reach, and one more scratch of her nails (right across his cheek), but she gives in as soon as the knife slides neatly between her ribs. One last hitch in her throat, one last exhale, and the light fades from her eyes. Exactly what he needed.
"I know"
I am still interested. I wonder if we're thinking of the same place.
He sends that off and thinks, but the first text is more of a challenge to acknowledge.
I'm glad I could be your first.
It doesn't sound quite right to him, but maybe that's a good thing. He sends that, too.
Now he looks to the lifeless body on his floor. The blood has soaked through her clothes, and onto the area rug where she was kneeling. Seungmin suddenly remembers why he hates doing things this way. Okay, no blood for a while, he thinks as he begins to conceal the body. He has a long day ahead of him now.
The week passes slowly, and Seungmin spends it hidden away in his bedroom. He wrote a little, and he forced himself to sing last night, but aside from that, he's just existed beneath the warmth of his blankets. One more text came from you a few days ago, but he hasn't bothered looking at it yet. Ignoring his phone has been a test for himself, and he has done pretty well at not thinking about what you said.
That can't last forever, though. Seungmin doesn't think you're going to lose interest that easily. He knows you won't. And besides, he's hungry. It's time to get out of bed.
I'm free all day on Thursday
Fuck, today is Thursday. Seungmin sits up in bed and stares at the screen, thinksâŠwonders if chasing you will be worth it in the end. What if he spends all of this time on you, and it doesnât fill the need heâs expecting it to? What if itâs just like the last one? He starts to type.
I am free today. I'm sorry I took so long to reply. I understand if you made other plans.
No, it canât be as bad as that one.
Lunch. Maybe a walk, if it's not to cold for you. Back to the apartment. It's not time, though. The feeling hasn't quite returned yet, and it won't feel right if he does this now. Maybe today isn't the day.
I'm still free. Let me know when!
But lunch wouldn't hurt. Seungmin needs you here, in this apartment, if he's going to do this right. He needs you comfortable with him.
I can get dressed and head to your building. Half an hour? Meet me outside.
/ / /
You dressed up for him. He's still a half a block away, and youâre turned in the opposite direction, but he can tell that you put some thought and effort into your outfit. Seungmin looks the same as he typically does; black jeans, black sneakers, a Carhartt jacket over a loose fitting t-shirt. Not much effort, really, butâŠ
"Hi!" You examine him, not so subtly, starting from his dark parted hair, all the way down his long, slender legs. The smile on your face grows when you meet his eyes again. "How was your walk?"
Now it's beginning to feel like a date, and itâs very obvious that youâre attracted to him. Thereâs no doubt you wouldâve looked at him the same had he arrived in the sweatpants he had on in bed this morning. "Very nice. How was the trip from your apartment?"
Seungmin gets a genuine laugh out of you. âIt was great, I was very excited to get down here and see you.â
Excited to see him. Okay. Seungmin is used to the attention, but he isnât as used to the cute, innocent flirting. He sees your cheeks blush before you drop your gaze.
âYou lead the wayâ
He nods, and brushes by you very gently.
Lunch is perfectly normal; a real date. Seungmin learns a little more about you, and you learn a few more exaggerated, somewhat true things about him. The breakup between you and your ex was recentâonly six weeks ago. The move was actually the catalyst for ending things. You confessed to him that youâre still unsure if it was the right thing to do, but you are beginning to like living in Seoul already. Maybe because of him. You thanked him again for his help, so Seungmin starts to wonder if simple kindness isnât something youâre used to. Getting it from him seems a little ironic.
âWould you like to take a walk?â The second part of his plan already seems to be in motion, because you walked right by your building without even realizing. âThereâs a nice park I like to visit about a half a mile that way, and a cafe a little closer, actually.â
âEither sounds good"
âOr, my apartment is closer than both. And I have a very nice coffee bar. And a regular bar, if you prefer.â
He hears your soft laugh, and he can picture you blushing again. A no wouldnât surprise him, thoughâgoing straight to his apartment was beginning to feel like a stretch, but he has to ask. After all, you did invite him up fifteen minutes into knowing him.
"Are you gonna make me a homeade latte?"
"Whatever you desire"
/ / /
Seungmin waits for you to give him a surprised look as soon as he leads you through his front door, just like everyone else does, but you donât. Youâre quiet as you take your shoes off and look around, and you donât make a sound until he speaks up.
âMake yourself comfortable. Iâll get the espresso machine going.â
âYou must do good workâ
âI wouldnât say that. My dad left me a lot when he died, so I canât take any credit for it.â Why did he say that? He had no reason to tell the truth, and yet, it slipped right out.
Now you do give him a lookâa sad, apologetic one. âWell, Iâm sure you still do good work.â
Seungmin keeps his mouth shut as he flips a switch and grinds the coffee beans. You donât say anything else, but he watches you watching him carefully from the corner of his eye as he works. He makes one for himself, too, and as he walks to join you, a reflection on the hardwood makes him stop in his tracks. A small, silver earring is shining up at him, and he silently scolds himself for his sloppy cleanup. How did he miss that all week? He did stay in bed for most of that time, but he has never, not once, left something behind. It looks clean, at least...no blood.
âWhatâs wrong?â You look to where heâs looking, and you see whatever has him frozen. A small silver hoop earring.
âUh, nothingâŠâ he sets both coffees down on the table and tries to ignore it, but he canât. Besides, youâve seen it, and he canât just leave it there. Seungmin wonders if he left something even more damning in the apartment as he bends to pick it up.
âOne of your dates lost something?â You say it casuallyâŠjust an observation, âI assume you have a lot of them coming and going.â But Seungmin looks ready to defend himself.
âNoâŠno, I donât. Not that often, really.â He slips it into his pocket. âHow is your drink. I can make another if itâs not quite right.â
âIt looks good,â you pick it up and hold it under your nose, âsmells good,â and take a slow, careful sip. Itâs hot, but just the right amount of hot. âItâs very good, thank you.â
He sits down, and his knee grazes against yours. You hold still and watch his hand run down his thigh, follow his arm up to his shoulderâto his neck, where his loose t-shirt reveals some collarbone, soft and tan. Seungmin is staring right through you, and he doesn't seem to realize it. The movement of his eyes is hypnotizing, and they're so big and dark, you feel like they could swallow you whole.
Just when you think he's going to reach for his coffee, his hand lifts toward you, and everything moves in slow motionâSeungmin's tongue pokes out to wet his lips, he bites down on it a littleâŠand his fingertips just barely graze the far side of your neck.
You shake free of your trance and move back.
"Sorry"
"It's alright," you take another long sip of your coffee and avoid his gaze, but you can feel him staring at you. Hard. You look around his big, well decorated apartment and suddenly wonder how you ended up here with a man you hardly know, inches from him, his eyes eating away at you.
He's not sure why he went for that touch. Curiousity, maybe. Your skin looks soft, it is soft, and though he has no overwhelming urges at the moment, he still wants to to know how your skin feels squeezed against his palms, and pinched between his fingers. The image gives him a pleasant twinge in his stomach, and he doesn't even think about the possibility of his dick growing in his jeans right here and now. Today, nothing will happen, and if he scares you off now, heâll never get you here alone again. Itâs not a risk worth taking.
âI amâŠplease forgive me. I donât know why I did that. I donât want you to feel uncomfortable.â
âI donât.â Itâs a little bit of a lie, but he seems sincere. Itâs easier to relax and take a deep breath now that heâs up and making a little bit of distance between you. Still, you admire him from this angleâhis long, slender legs, perfect in proportion to the rest of him. Broad shoulders, and a strong looking back that you can see when the light hits his white t-shirt just right.
His face is soft, his jaw is strong, and his skin pretty, but not quite perfect. Seungmin looks like a piece of art come to life, and heâs here with to you. Talking to you. Staring at you. Reaching out to touch you.
There has to be something wrong with him.
âAre you okay?â
âHm? Yes, Iâm okayâ
âI asked if you wanted to see the balconyâ
There is no doubt he caught you admiring him. The grin on his face warms your cheeksâŠit warms your entire body. âYeah, sureâ
The balcony is in his bedroom.
Very cautiously, you walk through the doorway, but youâre not sure why youâre still on edge. So far, Seungmin has been sweet and thoughtfulâŠmaybe a little odd, but not so odd that it should concern you. Regardless of how handsome he is, maybe he really doesnât go on many dates, or even get out of this apartment very oftenâŠhis room is dark and moody, maybe more of a reflection of his mind than anything else in the apartment. Everything looks expensiveâthe high windows, the lighting, the music equipment in the corner. His bed is oversized and covered in soft pillows, and an old stuffed dog sits right in the middle. It looks like itâs seen better days. Seungmin doesnât stop to show you around, though. He heads straight for the balcony.
âYouâre not afraid of heights?â
You shake your head.
âGood. Itâs a nice view.â
It is a nice view, because heâs almost at the very top. The wind gusts a few times as you stand there, and the air is chilly, but Seungmin stands to your side and blocks most of it. His eyes burn into you again, and youâre starting to like it.
âI should probably go.â Another lie. There is no reason to leave, and you donât want to, but if you do stay, something will certainly happen.
âOh, of courseâŠI can call a ride for youâ
And you want something to happen. Being in his room, within falling distance of his bed, is driving you a little bit crazy. His big, soft eyes are driving you crazy. But you barely know him, and youâve barely settled into your new life. Feeling vulnerable isnât new, but youâre extra vulnerable right now, and you know what can happen when you feel that way.
/ / /
Someone else will come along, and heâll be fine. Eventually, heâll come across another perfect one, and when he does, he wonât drag his feet and fuck things up. You were right here, inches from himâŠmore than within reach, and Seungmin is not used to failing at getting his way. Maybe he missed something. Seungmin isnât completely aloof when it comes to emotions and reading them on people, but he doesnât typically bother with it, and he isnât the best at it.
Fortunately, he doesn't have to dwell on it too long. You send him a text right before he begins to doze off that night...
Thank you for lunch today, and the walkâŠand coffee. Sorry I ended everything so quickly, it was nothing personal. I would like to see you again.
Okay, everything is fine. Just a little overreaction on his part. He justâŠscared you off? Came on a little too strong with the neck touch, more than likely. It didn't seem like much, but you're obviously a little reticent.
I would like to see you again
No reply to that, but a heart pops up next to his message after it sends.
He drags himself to the other end of the street, but he's tired. Sleep hasn't come easily the past few days, and the nightmares that come and go have returnedâŠthe same onesâthe old shed, the soft, rain soaked ground, and the earth covering his father's hands when he reaches out for Seungmin. There's more, so much more, but it always comes in pieces. Maybe tonight he'll get another piece.
For now he focuses on the woman entering the bar, and he's certain he's going to lose her in there on a busy Saturday night. The urges have returned, and the sleepless nights haven't made things any easier, so he has to do something, and this half-hearted chase helps a litte bit. You haven't said a word since Thursday, and if you don't by tomorrow morning, he might just come and find you himself. If that's the case, he doesn't even need to pursue this oneâhe can go back home, take a hot shower, make a strong drink, and finish his nightmare.
âSeungmin?â
His heart jumps into his throat.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to sneak up on youâ
Itâs you. Itâs your soft, lilting voice, and your pleasant accent. He turns and your eyes connect, but his heart still continues to pound. âHi, what are doing so far from home?â Very far. He ventured a little further out of his comfort zone this time around. Running into you this far away can't be a coincidence, even if Seungmin doesn't believe in things like that.
âYou firstâ
âOh, uhâŠtrying to be social, I guessâ
âItâs alright, you donât have to tell me the truth.â You smile at his smirk. âA few of my classmates dragged me along, but Iâm over it already. I donât usually stay up this late.â
âI can ride home with you, if youâd like. Unless I can convince you to have a drink with me first.â
You think about it, but not for very long. Part of you wants to make up for last time, and for struggling to text him back. âYes to both. Can we try a different bar?â The other part wants to remain strong.
âOf course, anything you wantâ
âYour bar?â
But the former part is bigger.
It's a quiet ride back to his place, but it's not an awkward quiet. Seungmin is relaxed, body turned sightly toward you, and you can tell he's watching every subtle movement you make; the fidgeting of your fingers, and the bounce of your knee, the occasional shift to adjust yourself and pull at your sweater. You can't quite figure out what he seems to see in you, and maybe that's part of your hesitationâbeing a clueless foreigner with a native drinking up every little thing, emphasis on little, that you have to you offer.
He walks ahead of you as you head for the elevator, and it's another opportunity to look at him in the harsh light. The leather jacket he's wearing is a bit big, but it doesn't hide the broadness of his shoulders. Just as you move your eyes down, he begins to take it off and reveal even more. His muscles move delicately beneath the black t-shirt as it slides down his arms, this time a more form-fitting one, tucked loosely into his black jeans. Tiny waist, narrow hips, but just enough ass to grab.
The elevator opens and he turns to you, "don't worry, I wonât keep you up too late."
When you arrived, he did all of the things guy's don't actually do on your dates: pay for the ride, open the door, hold a hand out for you. It was a little bit cheesy, but you're not going to complain about his good manners.
"Do you mind if I change? I can smell the smoke on me."
You shake your head at him, make yourself comfortable on the couch, and listen carefully as he moves around in his bedroomâŠthe slide of a drawer, a door softly opening and closing. He's not in there long, and when he comes out, he looks like a different person.
Seungminâs face is so striking, and itâs like that no matter what he does to his hair, but he definitely combed everything back with his fingers while he changed. Itâs parted just off to the side and pushed away from his eyes, save for a few lose strands, and his eyes are so pretty and intense. The outfit is completely differentâa loose fitting t-shirt, a thin white one this time, and sweatpants. It looks so out of place, because the three times youâve seen him, he was dressed a little more than casual.
A silver Chanel necklace still hangs around his neck, and you wonder if he just forgot about it. âBetter?â You stand and take a step toward him, he moves a little closer, but heads toward his small, but elaborate bar.
âYeah,â he smiles and beckons you. âWhat do you like to drink?â
âWhat do you think I like?â
âOhâŠgood question, let me think,â he very patiently scans over his selectionâŠ
Ice in the shaker, cherry soju, coconut vodkaâhe gives it a shake, never breaking eye contact until he has to grab a glass and poursâhe stops and looks around, thinks, then grabs another bottle from under the bar. As soon as he twists the cap off, the sweet smell hits you. Seungmin tops it off with cream soda, and drops in a cherry before sliding it toward you. Then he pours some for himself, minus the soda.
âIs this me as a cocktail?â
He sips his, and you can hear a little laugh from behind the glass. âFirst impression? Yeah. Is it good?â
âItâs good, itâs sweetâŠgoes down easyâ
âOh, I hope soâ
The whole room warms. You feel like youâre on fire. You know youâre blushing, and you might even be grinning like an idiot, but you canât pull yourself away from his stare. Seungmin bites down on his bottom lip and a smirk slowly tugs at his mouth, and itâs now that you notice how plump and red his lips are.
All you can do is clear your throat and shift in the bar stool, but thankfully, Seungmin still has the reigns. He finishes his drink in one swift movement, and you take one more sip as he rounds the bar. The warmth of his hand on your thigh, you do feel that, but everything else is either numb or pulsing with nervous excitement. He spins you to face him, but his hand doesnât moveâit squeezes as he leans in and whispers in your ear.
âStop fighting against itâŠjustâŠâ he sighs, and it turns to a soft moan. You feel like you could melt right out of this stool and onto the floor. âDonât make me beg.â
Fuck, your mind went from nothing to everything you want him to do to you, and everything youâve been wanting to do to him. But you havenât done anything yet, and you donât have to. Seungmin hasnât come off as that type, but godâŠthe way heâs looking at you and gripping your leg. He gently pushes your thighs apart until he can put himself between them, and your eyes drop to the growing bulge in his sweatpants.
âSeungminâŠuh, fuckâŠumâ
âWhat? Look at me. Eyes up here.â
The ease at which he makes you listen is surprising. He has you now. The smoke-tinged smell of his skin, the vanilla of his cologne, and the sweet smell of booze on his lips. His eyes soften, and you canât even begin to imagine resisting that lookâfrom here you can see the little bit of black eyeliner starting to smudge. You donât even feel yourself reach up and wipe your thumb at the corner of his eye, not until he smiles and wraps his fingers around your wrist.
âIâll take care of you. Iâll give you what you need.â
No answer will come out, so you squeeze your thighs and hope he can read the look in your eyes. He does. Seungmin grabs your hips and pulls your body into his, lifts you, and doesnât hesitate once he has you in his arms. He turns and takes you right into the bedroom, and the feeling of being outside of your body is intense. You can feel your legs wrapped tight around his hips, and your arms clinging to his shouldersâŠyou can hear his soft grunts as he keeps you steady against him. He pulls you close right before he drops you, and you get a taste of his skin before you hit the bed.
âKeep your eyes on meâ
He pulls his shirt over his head, and you study every inch of him while you can. A long, lean torsoâhis muscles underneath flex with every shallow breath; his bare shouldersâyou count every freckle as your eyes move down his arms; his hands grab his waistband and pull, and his cock bounces out, bigger than anything youâve taken before, and youâre not even sure heâs fully hard yet.
Seungmin laughs at your reaction. âIâm usually a little more subtleâŠbut,â he stops and looks you over, and his voice turns so sweet, âtake something off for me. Please.â Heâs never this needy, and he doesnât usually move so fast, but heâs aching for it. Nine days of teasing him was far too long. âYeah?,â he purrs as you sit up and slide out of your oversized sweatshirt. âMuch betterâŠ.â He strokes himself as he climbs onto the bed.
As soon as your tank top makes it over your head, and your breasts bounce free, you feel your nipples harden even more. Seungmin groans like a horny teenager. âGoodâŠlie back for me.â
The steadiness of his hands is what you expect from him, though. You know heâs experienced, and you know he wants all the control. He unbuttons your skirt and pulls, leaving you in nothing but your pantiesâyou wore cute ones, the lacy ones, just because. Of course you werenât expecting to get anything tonight, but youâre so glad you did when you see Seungmin smiling at themâŠbut then he snaps out of his trance.
Fuck, he mumbles and moves back. You watch him hop off the bed, and take another chance to admire his naked body, but he doesn't take long getting into his drawer, grabbing something, and returning to you. The condom is out and on him before you even realize what he was doing, and your panties are gripped and pulled down.
"Open up for me," he coaxes your shy legs apart until he has an eyeful of your throbbing, swollen cuntâgoodâand his tongue slides hungrily into you, making you gasp. "Soaking wet for me already?" Seungmin looks at you for an answer.
You nod and cautiously run your fingers through his hair, and he leans into it before getting back to work, but he just teases you. Licking and sucking just enough to make your hips move against him for more. You relax and enjoy it while you look around the dark room. The curtains are pulled shut, but you can see a little slice of city through the balcony's sliding door. The built-in shelves in the corner are over flowing with books, records, little trinkets you can't quite make out. Thereâs a bouquet of fresh purple flowers poking out just enough to see. You reach up and slide your hand across a silky pillow, and your fngers close around it.
"OhâŠright there," you whine and take another fistful of hair. "Seungmin, god."
He laughs again, takes your words to heart, and doesn't hold back.
Your eyes squeeze shut, and you try hard to keep your body relaxed as he works, but all you want to do is thrust into him, make more fictionâŠfinishâŠcome hard. Seungmin moans and the vibration runs through you.
"Fuckâ
He stops, and lifts his mouth off of you completelyâŠ
"NoâŠplease"
âŠand he laughs. "Not yet, not yet."
"So mean," you whimper, "whyâŠ"
You force your legs closed, but Seungmin doesn't like that. He grabs each knee and spreads you open again, and he slides himself between your thighs until his cock grazes your sensitive clit.
âRelaxâŠâ he comes down and bites the skin on your hip.
âI am,â you lie back and look to your left this time; at the desk, the instruments, everything he uses for work. The bedside table is bare except for a lamp, a pair of glasses youâve never seen him in, and a silver braceletâŠit matches the necklace you feel tickling you as he moves his lips up your body. âI am.â Your fingers tangle in his hair as he gets closer and closer to your throat, your neck. He bites down gently, and the pressure as he pushes himself in is so much more than you prepared for. He doesnât teaseâbut he does at least take his time. After a few patient movements, he pushes in, and you whine in pain as he moans in pleasure, pulls out, laughs softly as he pushes in. Again and again.
âFuck, you feel goodâ
âSlowerâŠslow down,â your own voice echoes in your head, and you donât feel like youâre all there. But you watched him make your drink, and he didnât put anything in it. Itâs stupid, but maybe itâs just him, and this room.
âSlow down? Oh, Iâm hurting you.â He pushes in and stops, âI donât wanna hurt you, but...you look so good stretched around my cock,â and pulls out carefully, âso wet.â
âYouâre not hurting meâŠâ
âI amâ
It takes so much restraint, but Seungmin listens to you, and heâs patient as he pumps in and out. Every few strokes, he moves a little faster, and he knows he finally finds a good pace when you whine for him and squeeze his arms.
âYeah, you like that?â He whispers and you nod, âyou take it so well, fuck.â
His gentle affirmations keep you wet, and the sound you make together, the mess of arousal dripping out of you as he worksâSeungmin pushes your thighs apart and takes in every little detail.
It does hurt, and it feels so good at the same time. âPleaseâŠâ
The soft movements of your breasts distract him, and he takes them in his hands and squeezes. The look on his face is dazed, so full of pleasure. So lost.
ââŠdonât stop.â
"No." Heâs not stopping anytime soon, not when it feels this good. âNo, Iâm not,â Seungmin speeds up, "I'm gonna break you in two," and slams hard into you, and no, he doesnât stop, even when you cry out in pain. One hand falls down on your mouth, and the other pushes your shoulder into the bed, making you scream out again, but itâs muffled by his palm.
Your hands jump up and squeezes his forearm, and the other scratches at the hand covering your mouth. You can still breathe through your nose, but just barely. Seungmin doesnât relax, and he doesnât let up when you grab his side and dig in. Everything goes numb, but your skin prickles with goosebumps. Youâre outside of your body again, looking down at the struggle, and the ceaseless pounding of his hips against yours. Every move he makes knocks even more air out of your lungs. Maybe if he comes, heâll stop, or at least loosen his hand and let more air into your lungs. Time slows down, and lights pop up in your vision. Youâre getting dizzy, and your heart was threatening to explode before he attempted to stifle your moans. Your chest starts to burn as you exhaust yourself.
Thereâs nothing you can do. Seungmin is stronger than he looks. Fingers squeeze into his arms one last time before the feeling disappears, and you think he finishes just as you let the rest of your body relax. Sleeping, thatâs what this feels like. Falling asleepâŠfeeling so tired you canât possibly keep your eyes open any longer. Something in you needs to say his name one last time when the pressure of his hand is finally gone, but so are you.
/ / /
Seungmin can barely hold his body up, because he canât remember the last time sex felt that good; the last time he came so hard. It takes a moment for enough blood to return to his brain, and for the post-orgasm bliss to subside enough that he can speak, but when he does, he finally realizes how silent you are.
âHey, sweetheartâŠlook at me,â he runs a soft thumb across your brow, and wipes away a stray tear running down your temple. Seungmin freezes, and the air catches in his throat. âOpen your eyes,â he whispers, taps your pink cheek, and caresses it with a softness he isnât used to giving out. Nothing happens. He pulls at your chin until your lips part to listen for the movement of air. Still nothing. âFuck.â The shakiness of his voice surprises him. He climbs off of you and collapses onto his pillows, but his eyes donât leave your still body. âI didnât. You fucking idiot, you didnâtâŠâ heâs up again and walking on unsteady legs, still weak from the exertion. Back in his sweatpants, Seungmin climbs onto the bed again and straddles your waist. Your cheeks are still flushed, and your lips, also still very alive looking, stay ever so slightly parted. Still, no air passes through them. He knows his own strength, and he prides himself on his control, but sometimes he does lose himself in the moment. But he kept his hands away from your neck. He very specifically forced that on himself, because this wasnât the plan tonight.
âHey,â he moves a piece of hair away from your damp forehead, places his lips against yours for the very first time, and he fills your lungs with air. OnceâŠtwice. Nothing. He tries one more time, and after, kisses you softly before returning to his spot on his pillows. The puppy plush falls onto his lap, and he grabs it, âyou see that, Daengmo?â he says, and points its face toward you, âI still canât do anything right.â
The first gasp for air feels like nothingâa useless, struggling breath like youâre still trapped underwater, but your eyes somehow open and see nothing but a blue tinted darkness. Hands clench something soft and slickâŠsilky. Still corporeal after death, thatâs the only thought you can create. The second breath fills your lungs and you cough it out, hard. So hard you sit up, and heâs there, holding your face, whispering your name. You try to push back, but you donât think you actually move. Seungminâs grip tightens on your shoulder, and he lets you fall back on the bed.
âStay awake for me,â he says.
âNoâŠno, stopâ
âIâm not going to hurt youâŠI promiseâ
âSeungââ you feel yourself slipping again, and then his hand is on your bare chest, sliding up and down your sternum. It feels good, and you finally feel like you might be alive. âSeungmin?â
âIâm sorryâ
And then youâre truly awake. The memory hits you suddenlyâthe hand caressing you is the same one that was clamped across your mouth. The other pinned you down onto the bed, and you can feel the sore spot where it's going to bruise. You somehow find the strength to move your arms and pull yourself away, but the burning of your thighs, and the leftover pain from the sex makes you shake and collapse.
Seungmin watches quietly as you scramble back up and gather your discarded clothes.
âYou need to lay down. Please, get under the covers and get warm.â He finds your sweater, and holds it hostage. âI know I scared you, I'mâ"
âScared me?â Somehow, you manage to find and slip back into your underwear and tank top, but your skirt is nowhere. Why are you even looking for your clothes? You should have been up and running for the door, but your mind is nothing but static.
âNoâŠI mean, what just happened is not what I intended. I lost myself.â
Finally, you go for the door, clothes or no clothes but itâs, unsurprisingly, locked. Thatâs an unbreakable habit of Seungminâs. âPlease let me goâŠplease.â As much as you want to cry, nothing happensâbut your throat tightens and itâs hard to breathe again, so you do the only thing you have left in youâcollapse onto the floor and wait. "This can't be happening, not to me...no, everything felt right," you say to yourself, to the door. âDidnât it?â
âI can't let you leave, I'm sorry.â He hears himself speak so softly, and it sounds as if it's coming from someone else, from somewhere elseâŠnot him. âYou shouldnât even be here right now. Whatâs wrong with me?â He mumbles the last part to himself, but it comes out louder than he intends.
You stare wide-eyed at nothing, forehead against the door, breathing deeply as you do everything you can to not have a full-blown panic attack. The adrenaline is quickly running out. But you hear the rustle of blankets and sheets, and then you sense him getting closer. His fingers close around your shoulders, very cautiously, and he pulls you against his chest.
âIâm going to pick you up, okay? And then Iâm going to take you to the bed. That's all."
If thereâs something you can do to save yourself, you canât seem to think of it, so you give in and let him put his arms around you. And he does exactly what he saysâplaces you gently in the spot he prepared a moment ago, and then pulls the blankets over you. He moves back a little bit, and stares. The strong, sweet scent of him is all around you now, but you manage to keep your eyes closed and off of him.
âIâll be right back, Iâll get you some waterâ
They remain closed until you hear the lock, the door, and then him locking it again from the outside. He wonât be gone long. Youâre up and scanning the floor again, trying to remember if you had your phone in your pocket. NoâŠyou left it on the bar, right next to your empty glass. The balconyâŠyou have no clue what you expect to find out here, but you go out and look left, and then right. And then 25 stories down. The closet. It's spacious and neat; tshirts, jackets, shoes. The black and white windbreaker he was wearing when you first met him briefly catches your eye, but you close it quietly and head for his bedside table. You heard him slide the drawer open and shut right before he walked out. Maybe there's something in there.
âOhâŠâ The inside of it is neat and organized, just like everything else, so you get to see exactly whatâs in there with one quick glance: a small knife, concealed in a black sheath, a few small syringes pre-filled with a milky liquid, handcuffs, nylon rope, a gagâŠ"what the fuck"âŠlubrication, and several more condoms. âThis canât be happening.â A moment later, the lock clicks again, and without thinking, you grab the knife, quietly close the drawer, and climb back under the covers.
There's a bottle of water under his arm, and a mug in his hand. "I am going to drink some of this so you know I didn't put anything in itâŠand then I would like you to finish it," He takes a long sip before handing it to you, "The water bottle is unopened, don't worry."
Something is different about him. As soon as you woke up, something felt not quite the same. Even his voice, which was so serious, and a little bit solemn before, seems lighter and higher. You stare into the mug and take a deep breath, smelling the chamomile, the spearmint, and the orange. Seungmin finished nearly half of it.
"I'll take another drink," he holds his hand out for it.
"NoâŠ" you sip it very cautiously, and then take a longer drink. The taste and the warmth does help, and you finally take a full, deep breath. Seungmin rounds the bed as you sip, and you watch him carefully. If he opens that drawer again, he'll know you have the knifeâŠand unlucky for you, that's exactly what he does. Maybe he heard you. Maybe he can just read it on you.
But he's quiet as he looks, and his expression doesn't change. He just closes it again and sits at the edge of the bed, naked back facing you. You find yourself admiring him againâŠhis neck, his shouldersâŠstupid. He slides back and relaxes against the pillows, but he keeps a good distance. The bed is big enough for that.
"You have my knife?"
The way he asks isn't accusing. It isn't threatening. It isn't even rude. He asks as if it's just the next part of the conversation. When you don't answer, you see him nod his head from the corner of your eye.
"If it makes you feel safer, you can hold onto it. If you want to use it, I probably won't try to stop you."
"How long are you going to keep me locked in here?"
"I'm not going to let you go home alone in your state, not this late. You can leave in the morning."
"You're lying"
Seungmin sighs and turns on his side, and he looks at youâyou look at him directly for the first time since coming back, but you're both silent. Just like his voice, his gaze is softer, and less intense. Itâs also full of confusion, like he doesnât know what to make of you; as if heâs wondering why youâre in his bed right now. His eyes start to close. At the same time, your eyes grow heavy, and it feels just like before. It feels like you can't possibly win against the sleep, and your thoughts wander as you drift; now you'll die, no more waking up.
The sun coming in through the balcony window warms the room. The light slices the bed right in half, and when you open your eyes, the first thing you see is his sleep tangled bodyâthe legs of his sweatpants are pushed up almost to his knees, and his skin glows in the sunlight. He's sound asleep on his stomach for a few more moments, but then he mumbles something that you can't quite make out. A groan, but it's not a good groan. It isn't until right this second that you remember the situation you somehow ended up in. Locked in with himâŠwhatever he isâŠa murderer? The drawer screams experience, and that experience screams serial killer, but last night didn't seem like an experienced killer. You suppose not every time can be perfect.
What are you even thinking? You pull the covers away and move to sit up, and it's then that you feel the knife, still tucked safely beneath the pillow. So Seungmin didn't sneak over as you slept to retrieve it, because you assume he actually did put something in your teaâsomething he himself also drank. Both of you fell asleep together, and now you have to wait for him to wake, and hope he meant what he said a few hours ago. No, you idiot. Where did he put the key? It's probably in the pocket of his sweatpants, so you move closer to him as carefully and as quietly as possible.
He doesn't stir. You stare down at his sleeping face as you slip your fingers into his pocket, and again, you admire himâthe lips you never got to kiss, soft and pouty. His cheeks, his nose, all perfect and screaming to be touched. Seungmin must hear your thoughts, because his eyes open to you, and his hand clamps down on your wrist. Ice runs through your veins and your stomach drops, but instead of pulling away and retreating to the other side of the bed, you lean forward and press your lips to his, becauseâŠyou don't know why. But Seungmin kisses back, and he means itâevery nibble and lick, every soft moan coming from deep in his chest. You return the intensity, and something about his kiss feels good, but stillâŠ
âOhâŠright,â Seungmin licks his lip and keeps his chin high, because he knows exactly how sharp his knife is. It grazes his throat, and your shaking hand doesnât do much to relax him. âHow could I forget?â
âWhereâs the key?â
âI told you Iâd let you leave, I meant itâ
âGive me the key.â Now, of course, you can cry. Tears stream down your cheeks, and your hand shakes even more.
âOkayâŠokay,â he digs in the pocket you were going for, pulls out a leather keychain, and one gold key hangs from it. âPlease donât cry.â
You snatch it, but keep the knife against him until youâre too far away to reach. He doesnât get up when you do. He doesnât move when you grab the clothes you finally find on the floor, try the key, and sigh with relief when it works. Itâs possible that he finally moves when the door shuts behind you, but youâre dressed and gone before you have a chance to find out.
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Reveal: Damian Wayne x reader
part 6 of "Family rules" series.
Warning: dark themes, domestic violence.
***
One thing was sure.
She was avoiding him.
Taking it to such extreme that the second he was showing up at the other side of the corridor, ready to approach her and maybe have a talk, she was just spinning on her heel, moving exactly the opposite direction.
And Damian was starting to feel like a fool.
And if there was one thing that he didnât like was being made a fool out of.
Under any other circumstances, he would just drop the whole thing, say some harsh, hurtful words and move on, being the same cold and seemingly emotionless person he used to, but â
There was no way she could hide the fact that her eyes were always searching for him.
In the class, when she thought he wasnât looking.
At the recess, when she was reading a book in the corner, not really focusing on the lecture.
When they were leaving school after whole day of classes.
She was looking at him.
And though it may have been an illusion, there was something in those e/c orbs⊠Almost as if she was asking for help, perhaps?
This was suspicious and a little bit concerning.
And got even more concerning when he started noticing her showing up at school with bruises. Not just the I-fell-of-the-bike feigned ones, but tiny yet serious marks, that anyone who was not Robin, would probably miss.
And every day, there were new.
***
âY/L/Nâ he sprang up in front of her completely out of nowhere, startling her and thus preventing her from escaping.
âAh! Wayne!â
âWhatâs with the bruises?â Damian was not exactly known from his subtleness, cutting straight to the case.
âThe what now?â she scoffed, playing off but instinctively fixing her hoodie so it would cover her better.
âThe bruises. I saw some on your⊠um⊠midsection and ââ
âMidsection?â Y/N repeated with a bit of shock in her voice and eyes âWait.. How- How exactly did you notice them there? Shit, Wayne, have you been watching me?! Are you a creep now!?â
Damian could not help getting a little reddened at the accusation in her tone.
âNo! I mean â come on, we have the same sports hall and we share PE classes! Itâs really not too hard to notice when focused and ââ
âYou were focused on me!?â
This conversation was taking a turn Damian did not plan nor expect.
âStop stalking me!â
âI am not stalking you! I just want to know what is going on!â he grabbed her forearm, causing her to hiss in pain. Clearly, she had another fresh injury there. âApologiesâŠâ
âSave it, Wayne!â she yanked herself free. âJust leave me the hell alone! It would be better for everyone âŠâ her voice faltered a little at the end and she gave him the same sad look that was chasing him everywhere for the past few weeks.
âY/NâŠâ
âIâm serious DamianâŠâ
Neither of them realized that they switched into using each otherâs names instead of last names.
âI just want to know where did that teasing smile I knew goâŠâ he whispered, allowing himself a very rare moment of vulnerability, resorting to every measure to help him help her.
 âThings have changed⊠Thereâs not much you can do about itâŠâ she responded in the same hushed tone, keeping those (scared?) eyes on him. Only for a second though, before putting her defenses up again. âJust â just stay the hell away from me!â
And with that words, leaving him stunned and confused she ran away again.
Only that this time, Damian knew something was wrong.
And he was about to find out what.
***
 âAnd she just called you a creep?!â Dick laughed quietly âDamn, I like her already.â
He and Damian, in their respective vigilantes versions were hidden on the tree outside Y/Nâs house, observing carefully everything that was happening inside. And Damian hated every minute of the presence of his older brother. And partially feeling a hell lot of self-loathing due to the fact that Dick tricked him into joining the patrol. Using the moment of Damianâs distraction and a mix of emotions, skillfully dragging information about his state, manipulating the situation.
âShut up, Nightwing you will blew our cover!â
âWho, me? Never. Iâve been doing this for way longer than you Robin, shall I remind you.â
âIâm gonna kick you off this tree, I swearââ
âIâm an acrobat, I will land perfectly.â Dick grinned, seriously getting on his brotherâs nerves.
âWill you be quiet?â Damian hissed again âThere she is!â
âYou know there are so many other ways to tell a girl you like herââ Grayson teased again, but the joke died on his lips as soon as he watched the scene unfolding in front of his â or rather their- eyes.
âWhat theââ
âOracle, do we have a sound from a wiretap?â the anger was clear in Damianâs voice, but for some  reason he kept calm, addressing Babs to gather every information he needed before moving to action. And it would be admirable if Dick didnât know that his brother holding back emotions would backfire on everyone. Especially the man, they were observing.
And that was actually bad.
***
âWell? Did you do what I asked of you?â
Y/Nâs father was sitting in the living room, slowly sipping some drink, smirking almost vengefully when she came inside the house, with a futile hope she wouldnât be noticed.
âNo.â her tone was harsh and full of defiance, but as much as she tried to put on a brave face, her eyes and paleness were revealing everything.
âSuch a shame, honey. I offered you a simple dealââ
âI am not making any deals with you!â
âShall I remind you then what happens if you are a bad girl?â
âOh you remind me very well, all right?!â she yelled taking a step forward âfor your information the people at school are starting to ask about my bruises, so I hope you are fucking proud of yourself!â
Y/N barely made it to the end of the sentence when a hard slap on her face cut her off.
âYou little ungrateful brat!â
âI hate you!â
âYou were just supposed to use that little Wayne to get information of his fatherâs company!â
âI wonât do that!â
âThereâs really no use of you, is there?â her father twisted her wrist painfully.
âSTOP IT!â
âIâm gonna give you one last chance.â The grip on her wrist tightened and Y/Nâs fatherâs hateful hiss hit her ears âTomorrow, you are going to charm that little son of Wayne and get me the info of their newest development. Otherwise â â
âYouâre my father!â she cried out in the last attempt to calm him
âAnd thatâs exactly why you are obligated to do what I tell you. Now, go to you room and donât you dare leave. And if I find out you told anyone about it-â
She rushed off before he finished, holding back tears, that only flew in the safety of her room.
***
âDamian?â Dick started to get a little worried about his brotherâs almost catatonic stare. âDamian, are you--?â
âIâm gonna kill him.â
âIâm pretty sure that is what Jason ââ
âI am going to kill him!â
âWhoa!â in the last second Dick grabbed Damianâs cape holding him back, skillfully avoiding all the punches and kicks Robin tried to give to free himself. âCome on, we gotta be smart about it!â
âI donât care about smart! Sheâs hurt and ââ
âAnd if we just bust there, that beast of a man would think she had something to do with it. Come on, Damian, think.â
âI want to rip his heart out for ever hurting her! And why ââ his voice became depressed. âbecause of me⊠Because she refused to use me for information. Now I get why she was avoiding me âŠâ
âSeems to me like you do care about that girl, arenât you, Damian?â
âThis is none of your business!â
âYeah, itâs not. But an innocent girl being treated like this is definitely Nightwingâs one. Now, if you could just calm down a little and listen to me â I got a plan.â
I know it's a bit short, I;m getting back to the swing after my hiatus XD
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Hello! May I request a Von lycaon x Gn Reader who is blind but has a optimistic personality? One who uses to love the simple things in life like feeling the sun, taking walks and enjoying any meals
Thank you so much! âĄ
Have a nice day ïżœïżœu<~â
⥠â A RAY OF SUNSHINE
~ VON LYCAON X BLIND (GN) READER.
SUMMARY: You spend your usual morning with your lover, Lycaon. He can't help but appreciate how optimistic you are despite your disability.
cw/tw: none.
A/N: I love this idea so much! I tried to do as much research as i possibly could for this, so my sincere apologies if i got anything wrong. Thank you for the kind words and for the request, I hope you enjoy reading this!
Faint footsteps can be heard approaching your bedroom. Soon after, the door gently opened. It made a quiet but noticeable squeak. But you were too deep in your sleep to hear any of it. The footsteps walked across the room and stopped.
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Clawed hands grabbed the curtains and drew them open, revealing the morning view outside. You were suddenly hit by the sensation of warmth on your bare skin. You whined in protest. Knowing exactly what that meant.
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You opened your eyes to see the blurry environment around you, folding the pillow you were laying on as a way to tell your beloved butler that you didn't want to get up just yet.
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You hear a chuckle from your left ear, the bed sheets folded as you felt someone sitting on the edge of the bed. Then you felt someone breathing close to your neck; you couldn't help but giggle at how it feels.
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"It's time to wake up, dear." Lycaon whispered.
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You adjusted your position to face him, trying your best find his face with your hands. He chuckled once more and guided your hands to his fluffy cheeks. Immediately after you moved your fingers to feel his fur, he smiled.
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"Mm...enjoying yourself?" The thiren asked. You merely nodded as you were still too sleepy to say anything just yet. You felt something brush against your legs, assuming that it's Lycaon's tail wagging.
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You kept running your fingers against his fur for what seemed like minutes until you felt arms behind your back, lifting you up from your land of peace. "Lycaon nooo..." You lazily protested.
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"Come on now. I've made you breakfast, fresh and warm for you to enjoy." He explains as he approaches the dining room.
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The dining table was neatly organized, and the floors were spotlessâa perfect start to your day. Oh, if only you could appreciate the effort he has put into cleaning this area...
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He carefully put you down and guided you to your seat. As soon as you sat down, you smelt a delicious scent in front of you. You couldn't help but smile big when you realized what it was.
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"I've made your favorite; french toast with a few slices of bacon."
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You heard utensils being grabbed by the thiren; a hand gently moved your head in his direction. All you could see was a blurry white figure in front of you, but nevertheless you smiled softly.
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"Open your mouth, love."
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You obliged, happily receiving the food he's feeding you. Once you tasted the sweetness of the French toast and the salty bacon, you felt like you were sent to heaven. Lycaon's cooking is always so good.
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As he was feeding you, he begins to reminisce about the past. Back when the two of you were merely friends.
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"Master, you mustn't walk too far."
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You heard him warning you; all you gave him was a smile and a giggle. One step...two step...You walked forward. Shoes removed to feel the concrete floor beneath your foot, and the cold air touched your face gently...It was soothing.
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"Don't worry, Lycaon. I'm just going to stay right here." You assured him. His mouth opened, clearly wanting to say something, but he didn't. He merely stood there, waiting for you to finish your moment.
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"The rooftop of this building...it's my favorite. Open spaces like these in general are a delight to be in."
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You closed your eyes, strengthening your other senses. Being blind is not easy by any means. You remember the day you cried your eyes out as a child over the fact that you couldn't recognize simple shapes and figures.Â
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Your parents did everything in their power to help you; of course you were grateful for their efforts. But they knew that someday they couldn't help you anymore; that's why they hired the best servant they know: Von Lycaon from Victoria Housekeeping Co.
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Someone who could help you with everyday needs, someone who could keep you safe from the dangers of the outside worldâyou were truly thankful for all he has done.
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Despite your early disappointments and everyday struggles, you learned to accept how you are and enjoy your life with the things you already had. You were born with this condition. You couldn't change anything, and that's okay, even if you wanted to enjoy life like the rest of the world.
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The thiren stayed silent, admiring you from afar. You were always the cheerful type, but hearing you say such optimistic words despite the disability you were given with...it was inspiring.
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Lycaon smiled, and he walked towards you. You felt a hand on your shoulder.
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"Then I'll bring you here more frequently if you'd like." Lycaon suggested.
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You smiled big, nodding vigorously.
You couldn't be happier.
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pocket healer.
pairing : chamber x gn!reader
notes : established relationship, possessive!chamber and he's jealous, kinda suggestive at the end ?
The mission had gone off without a hitch, but that didnât mean it was without its casualties. You were busy tending to Deadlockâs injuries, carefully wrapping bandages around her waist. Your focus was on her, making sure your actions didnât cause any unnecessary pain.
âAll is good?â you asked, your voice soft, full of concern.
Deadlock gave you a small smile, nodding. âIâm fine, Y/N. Thanks.â
Meanwhile, from across your view, Chamber was supposed to be participating in a post-mission briefing with Brimstone and Cypher, but his attention had long since wandered.Â
He couldnât stop watching you, the way your hands moved so gently, the way you spoke with such care. Every detail felt like a dagger in his heart, but what infuriated him most was how close you were to Deadlock.Â
The way you were treating her so tenderly... it should be him receiving that attention. Not Deadlock. Not anyone else.
Deadlock noticed the intensity of Chamberâs gaze, the way he was glaring at her. It wasnât the first time sheâd seen that look from him. She knew he was protective of you, maybe even possessive. She finished adjusting the bandages herself, giving you a knowing look.
âI think the wrappings are all fine, Y/N. Iâll fix the rest of it.â she said, trying to ease the tension she could feel building.
âBut Iâm notââ
âDonât worry about it,â Deadlock interrupted, her tone gentle. She then tilted her head towards Chamber. âThough, I think someone else needs your attention.â
You glanced over your shoulder, following her gaze to see Chamber standing a few feet away, watching you intently. You hadnât even noticed him there, too caught up in your work. He excused himself from the conversation with Brimstone and Cypher as you approached, that familiar cheeky smile tugging at his lips.
This guy...
âI told you to stop glaring at people I talk to.â you scolded, arms crossed over your chest.
âTo be exact, mon amour,â Chamber replied smoothly, âDeadlock was flirting with you.â
âNo, she wasnât! I was just helping her with her injuries!ââ
âThen, Iâm injured too.â Chamber lifted his hand, revealing a bleeding cut, his expression unfazed.
You sighed, knowing exactly what he was doing. He was trying to sway you with that disarming smile of his, and unfortunately for you, it always worked.
âWhy didnât you tell me sooner?â you grumbled, pulling him by the hand to a quieter corner where you could tend to his wound in peace.Â
âI told you not to hide things from me, Vincent Fabron.â
Ouch, his eyebrows shot up at the sound of his full name. You only used it when you were really annoyed. He watched silently as you prepared the med kit, your movements quick and efficient.
âVinâŠâ he muttered under his breath.
âWhat?â you responded, tilting your head innocently.
âYou usually call me VinâŠâ he pointed out, his pout almost comical.
âThatâs not the point.â you huffed, rolling your eyes, but before you could continue, he cut you off.
âI donât like it when people get touchy with you. Only I can do that.â
You wanted to argue, to tell him he was being ridiculous, but his puppy eyes made it impossible.Â
âHey nowâŠâ
âYou can only tend to my injuries, okay, Y/N?â he insisted, his tone leaving little room for disagreement. âThe others can go to Sage, but you... youâre mine.â
Chamber tilted his head, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited for your response.
"Chérie?"
You sighed again, defeated. âOkay.â
Chamberâs smile softened, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. It was rare to see him this vulnerable, this possessive, but you knew it was just another way he showed how much he cared.Â
His personality always seemed to shift when you were around, going from the suave, confident agent to the affectionate, slightly clingy boyfriend.
As you cleaned his wound, Chamber rested his head on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. He took in your scent, his comfort in the midst of all the chaos.
âVin, weâre still in publicâŠâ you whispered, your hands trembling slightly as you tried to concentrate on his injury.
âJe m'en fiche (I donât care),â he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing against your neck. âI want to show them whatâs mine.â
He looked up at you with those soft brown eyes, his gaze full of adoration. âYouâre so prettyâŠâ
You blushed under his stare, feeling your resolve weaken. Chamberâs face nuzzled into your neck, his kisses turning your body to jelly.
âVin, I canât focus,â you mumbled, your voice breathy.
Chamber chuckled softly, noticing how flustered youâd become. He loved seeing you like this.
So vulnerable, so irresistibly cute. But he had more in store for you, a plan for when you both returned home.
That night, you and Chamber lay curled up together in your room, his arms and legs wrapped tightly around you like a baby koala. He always found comfort in your space, the room filled with the scent of Trudon candles and the faint hint of your perfume. It was his sanctuary, away from the endless projects and the pressures of his work.Â
Here, he could just be with you, and be himself.
Your phone dinged, pulling you out of your sleepy haze. It was a message from Brimstone, another briefing scheduled for the night. You sighed, not in the mood for more discussions.
Chamber peeked at the screen, his eyes narrowing. âYouâre not leaving, are you?â he asked, his voice laced with a hint of desperation.
You hesitated, knowing you really should go, but then Chamber tightened his grip, his face buried in the crook of your neck.
âDonât leave,â he mumbled, his voice muffled by your skin. âJust stay here with me, okay?â
His words were so gentle, so pleading, and you could almost see the imaginary puppy ears on his head, trying to charm you. You sighed, knowing you didnât really have a choice, not with him being so clingy.
Then, Chamber began to nibble on your ear, his lips trailing kisses down your neck. You whimpered, the sensation sending shivers down your spine.
âHeyââ
âShh,â he whispered, his breath hot against your skin. âForget about the briefing. I missed you, mon amour.â
And with that, you knew there was no way youâd be leaving his embrace tonight.
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The rain drizzles down in Yokohama, leaving a mist that clings to the dim glow of street lamps. You stand by the edge of the dock, staring out over the water, thoughts drifting aimlessly. The solitude, the bleakness of it all, suits you entirely.
Footsteps approach, soft but not hidden, without even looking, you know itâs him. Thereâs only one person who would casually appear beside you at a time like this.
âWhat a romantic place to die, donât you think?â Dazaiâs voice lilts, honey-sweet with a hint of dark amusement. âYou have an eye for these things.â
You donât flinch, nor do you turn. âYou call it romantic. I call it, simpleâŠQuiet.â
His gaze lingers on you, most likely trying to read your expression, but you keep your features carefully neutral. Itâs the best way to handle him, not giving him the reactions he wantsâor expects.
âOh, come on now, donât tell me youâre already giving up on the beauty of it! Iâd expect someone as mysterious as you to appreciate the finer points of self-destruction.â
You finally give him a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. âYou make it sound like art.â
Dazai grins as he leans against the railing beside you, a hand brushing your arm as if by accident. âWell, for some of us, it is. I happen to be very dedicated to my craft.â
Thereâs that smile, the one thatâs both charming and dangerous, and you canât quite decide if itâs infuriating or magnetic.
âWhy are you here, Dazai?â you ask, voice low and almost challenging.
âWhy, to save you, of course! Or maybe to jump togetherâŠOr maybe just to talk.â He shrugs, feigning a nonchalance you know hides something deeper. âIt depends on you, really.â
You donât respond, choosing to let the silence linger instead.
Itâs a silence he fills easily.
âSay,â he murmurs, closer now, his voice dropping, âWeâre not so different, you know?â
Your gaze sharpens. âIâd rather not be compared to you, if thatâs what you mean.â
Dazai chuckles, undeterred, his eyes glinting with a strange intensity. âAh, but thatâs exactly why I like you. You take lifeâs misery so seriously.â
âShouldnât I?â
âMaybe,â he says, his voice softer than usual. âBut sometimes, itâs the comedy in all this misery that keeps us going. You just havenât learned how to laugh at it yet.â
The comment grates on you, but something about it also strikes a chord. And Dazai, the perceptive, irritating bastard that he is, seems to sense it.
âWhy donât we get a drink?â he offers, voice playful again. âOne glass canât fix everything, but it might help make lifeâs absurditiesâŠbearable.â
You sigh, finally giving in, and mutter, âFine, but just one.â
Dazaiâs grin widens as if heâs just won something. He turns, guiding you away from the docks and into the lights of the city.
Youâre not entirely sure how, but in the end, itâs Dazaiâs peculiar charmâthe twisted way he sees the worldâthat makes you stay by his side a little longer, if only to see just what strange beauty he finds in the darkness you both share.
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Hiiii
I recently saw your fanfic of Percy with son of Demeter reader and I was wondering if you could write a fanfic of like how the 2 met/how they started dating
Daisy (Percy Jackson x Son of Demeter)
Wow, I wasn't expecting so much love for my son of Demeter headcannon/fanfic. TBH, I haven't thought much about how they would meet and the lead-up to their relationship, however, I think it came out nice. Hope you enjoy it!
Percy had always heard whispers of the son of Demeter. However, your paths wouldnât cross until Grover began his search for Pan, the lost god of the wild. Since you were the son of the goddess of harvestâand, to some extent, wilderness and wildlifeâyou were quickly asked to join their quest.
When you first met Percy, it was clear that you two didnât really hit it off. What did you even have in common, aside from your mutual friendship with Grover? Your powers weren't exactly on the same field, in fact, they contradicted on another.
How would one grow plants with sea water anyway? Your initial encounters were awkward, filled with hesitant exchanges and misunderstandings.
These differences led to quite a few conflicts between the two of youânot only were your powers different, but your personalities clashed as well. Percy, always ready for a fight, relied on his sword and his natural inclination to dive headfirst into danger.
You, on the other hand, preferred a more strategic approach. Your method was to analyze situations carefully, using your knowledge of nature and the environment to find solutions. While you knew how to wield a weapon, you often sought to avoid confrontation, believing that there was always a way to resolve problems without resorting to violence.
You called him reckless plenty of times, while he hinted your 'hesitation' as a drawback for the quest.
The growing tension between you didnât go unnoticed by Grover, who often tried to mediate, cracking jokes and redirecting the conversation whenever you two began to butt heads.
It was during one of those momentsâwhen Percy had charged ahead to fight a monster, leaving you to cover his backâthat you began to see glimpses of the strengths each of you brought to the quest.
This change in mindset brought you two closer, evolving your relationship from mere acquaintances to something resembling friendship. Then that friendship soon becomes you two being best friends as the quest comes to a close.
This is where Percy fucks up....
Because as he watches you tend to one of the many plants in Camp Half-Blood, kneeling in the dirt with the sun shinning brightly above you, Percy suddenly finds you beautiful.
The way your e/c eyes sparkle with tenderness as you speak to the plants as if they were old friends, coaxing blooms to open with your gentle words. The sight was captivating; the way you interacted with nature stirred something deep within him.
Percy couldnât help but admire the serenity you exuded, and for the first time, he began to realize that his feelings for you had shifted beyond friendship.
Of course, after this realization, he runs off in search of Grover, almost tripping over his own feet.
âGrover!â Percy exclaimed, eyes wide with urgency. âI think I have a problem.â Taking a deep breath, the words tumbled out in a rush. âItâs about [Your Name]. I mean, I knew we were getting closer, but watching him with the plants...Itâs like heâs in his element, and I canât stop thinking about how incredible he is.â His heart raced as he spoke, the realization hitting him like a wave crashing against the shore. âI think I like himâlike, really like him. More than just friends.â
Groverâs eyes lit up, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. âFinally! I was wondering when youâd catch on. You should tell him!â
âBut what if it ruins our friendship?â
âYou wonât know unless you try,â Grover urged, his tone encouraging. âAnd even if he doesn't reciprocate your feelings, he's your friend. He'll understand."
Of course, Percy didnât follow through with Groverâs advice right away. Instead, he decided to wait, hoping for any sign of interest from you before making his crush known.
Then, one sunny afternoon, he stumbled upon you laughing and hanging out with a son of Apollo. You were seated on the grass, surrounded by blooming flowers, the sunlight enhancing your already radiant presence. The boyâs charming demeanor and easy laughter seemed to draw you in, and Percyâs heart sank as he watched from a distance.
It was painfully clear in that momentâthis boy was everything you deserved. After all, who wouldnât want to be with the child of Apollo? He was the perfect match for a son of Demeter: sun, plants, growth, and all things flourishing.
Percyâs chest tightened as jealousy surged through him, mixing with a sense of hopelessness. He concluded that it was no use; you clearly had found someone else, someone who could nurture the garden of your heart better than he ever could.
With that thought, he began to create distance between you two, forcing himself to suppress his feelings to maintain the friendship he had grown to cherish. He convinced himself that being your friend was better than risking everything for something that would never be.
Unbeknownst to him, you noticed the sudden coldness in Percyâs demeanor. At first, you thought it was just a phaseâperhaps he was dealing with something personalâbut as days turned into weeks, his absence felt more like a gaping hole in your life.
As you tried to engage him, Percy would respond with short answers, avoiding any conversation that might bring you closer. You couldnât shake the feeling that something was off, and worry gnawed at you. Did you say something wrong? Was he upset about something that you did?
Every time you spotted him with his friends, laughing and joking, a pang of disappointment shot through you. Why was he pushing you away? You longed to reach out, to bridge the distance he had created, but you didnât know how to break through the wall he had built around himself.
The perfect opportunity presented itself when you found the son of Poseidon sitting by the lake, tossing pebbles mindlesly across the water.
âPercy,â you called out, taking a deep breath as you approached him. He looked up, surprise flashing across his face. âCan we talk?â
He nodded, but the unease lingered in the air as you sat down beside him. âWhatâs going on with you? Youâve been distant lately, and I canât help but feel like Iâve done something to upset you.â
Percy hesitated, his expression conflicted as he searched for the right words. Finally, he sighed, his shoulders slumping. âItâs not you. Itâs me,â he admitted, running a hand through his hair. âI thought you and the son of Apollo wereâŠI donât know, more than friends. And it just hurt to see you so happy with him. I didnât want to get in the way.â
Your heart raced as you processed his words. âPercy, weâre just friends! I never dated him,â You took a breath and decided to be honest. âI like you, Percy. Iâve liked you for a while now. I didnât know how to say it, and then seeing you pull awayâŠit hurt.â
His eyes widened in surprise, a spark of hope igniting in his expression. âYou like me?â he asked, disbelief mingling with excitement.
You nodded, a shy smile breaking through your earlier frustration. âYeah, I do. I thought maybe you didnât feel the same way, so I didnât say anything.â
Relief washed over him, and a grin spread across his face. âI thought I was the only one. Iâve been such an idiot for not saying anything sooner.â With a mix of laughter and newfound courage, Percy reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers. âSo, would you like to go on a date with me?â
âIâd love to.â
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âââ RING. ê±
( àšà§. gojo satoru x fem!reader. . .á
despite wishing he could, gojo isn't always there when you get hit on. which leads to him having to take measures to lay his claim.
âêȘৠsfw, bimbo-y reader, sort of loser gojo in the way that he's whipped for his gf and loves spoiling her. no use of y/n. my first time writing for gojo and my first work on this blog!!
w.c : 1.3k.
also on ao3!
âyouâre so so so so sweet, âtoru!â you clung to your boyfriend as he pressed kisses to your flushed cheeks, staring at the golden band heâd previously slipped onto your ring finger, trying to focus on the marksmanship as he continued to pepper your face in kisses.
âitâs nothing, baby,â gojo cooed, squeezing your side as you continued to admire the jewelry, âitâs pretty, right?â
âthe prettiest!â you giggled, moving your body to wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing his face into your neck so he could continue kissing you there. âit looks really expensive, thoughâŠâ
gojo could hear your pout as you spoke, briefly stopping his kisses to rest his head on your shoulder, feeling your arm move away from him as you no doubt took another look at the ring.
âbaby, it was nothing,â gojo sighed, rubbing his thumbs into your hips soothingly as you let out a huff, ânothingâs too expensive for you."
he wasn't lying. if gojo had wanted to, he would've bought out the whole jewelry store, but he didn't.
why? because youâd probably complain about it being âtoo muchâ for someone like you, unaware that if you were to ask gojo for the moon, heâd somehow find a way to bring it down just for you.
âhmph, i guessâŠâ you huffed, letting yourself be moved as gojo ushered you both towards the sofa, helping you sit down carefully before kneeling on the ground, resting his head on your lap.
gojo sighed happily as your fingers immediately found their place in his hair, shivering in delight as your nails scratched at his scalp and tugged at his hair, his own hands finding their place on your plush thighs.
âyouâre so sweet to me, âtoru,â you cooed softly, leaning down to make sure he heard, âyâalways get me the prettiest things.â
you were right.
gojo took pride in knowing that half your wardrobe and accessories were all bought by him, and even if that wasn't obvious to anyone but you, you never failed to make it so to everyone else by reminding your coworkers, friends, students or even strangers, whenever he gifted you something new.
which is exactly what he counted on happening with his latest present.
now firstly, gojo had no problem with the clothes you wore, hell, like mentioned, he'd bought half of your wardrobe for you, but he knew that some more specific items could be considered⊠revealing.
he, for one, loved it.
but he knew he wasn't the only one who did.
men would sometimes stop and stare at you, asking you for your socials in front of students and even himself if they were tough enough, but one mention of the boyfriend and a point in his direction would usually derail their pathetic flirting attempts, but sometimes⊠it didn't.
sometimes, gojo wasn't around when you got flirted with or just couldn't accompany you to the places you and many pervs frequented, and was forced to listen to you laugh about the men who approached you.
and that, had recently unfortunately happened.
normally, gojo wasnât one to get jealous or possessive, since there was normally no reason to do so (i mean, look at him), but he just had to get this guy off his back and out of his mind.
âawe, look âtoru! that nice guy gave me an extra cake!â
gojo watched as you pulled out the groceries, revealing three pastries instead of the two you'd both agreed on getting.
ânice guy?â he said with a confused look as he placed down the rest of the bags he'd helped you carry up.
âyeah! told me i looked pretty and complimented the hoops you got me!â you giggled, placing the cakes in the fridge before turning back around with a smile. âguess he was just in a giving mood.â
oh, that guy wanted to give you something alright.
ever since then, each time you came from the bakery, you came bearing gifts. be it an extra cake or a free cookie, you always had something. which of course... didn't sit right with him. he'd knew soon enough that you'd get disappointed when that perv revealed his true intentions, and that pissed him off to no end.
gojo thought back on that memory bitterly, though he couldn't let himself get too caught up in his misery when he had your fingers combing through his hair and his face squished against your thighs.
âyou gonâ show that off for me, baby?â gojo murmured, voice muffled by the way he was deflating in your hold, heart fluttering as you let out a giggle.
âof course i will! it's too pretty not to!â you squealed, squirming out of excitement at the idea of boasting about your new possession, as small as it might be.
gojo grinned at the idea of poor nanami and shoko, as they would no doubt be the first ones you'd show the moment you got to work tomorrow, but that grin got even wider as he thought about who you would show later.
âyou're going past that bakery tomorrow, right?â gojo hummed, running his fingers up your thighs and smiling as you squirmed with a giggle.
âyeah! you want me to get some of those cakes we got last time?â you asked, leaning back on the sofa with a smile at the thought of the sweets you'd treated yourself to for the past few months.
gojo knew you were a tiny bit of an airhead at times, but he could never hold that against you. it was part of your personality, part of you, and he loved that. plus⊠it sometimes came in handy.
âperfect.â gojo leaned up from his kneeling position, pressing his lips to yours with a hum and a weird passion you hadn't felt before, but as he pressed you down against the sofaâs cushions with a thigh between your legs, you couldn't find anything to complain about.
by the way shoko glared at him when he passed her in the school's hall, he knew you'd kept your promise from last night, which meant he had something to look forward to when he got back home.
âhey, we didn't get anything extra this timeâŠâ you pouted as you pulled the treats out of the bag, placing exactly two cakes down on the counter.
âhuh? how so?â gojo slid in behind you before wrapping his arms around your waist, perching his chin on your shoulder as you unpacked the sweets, pressing kisses against your cheek. âwas it the same guy?â
âyeahâŠâ you mumbled, looking at the receipt as if you would find an extra free item listed on there that the perv who'd served you forgot to place in the bag. âthat's strange⊠thought we'd get lucky againâŠâ
âwas he rude to you, baby?â he acted offended as if he didn't know what happened, moving to press sloppy kisses to your exposed shoulder and neck as you talked.
âno! he was sweet like before⊠asked me how my day was and complimented my jewelry againâŠâ you whined, extending your ringed hand in front of you and staring down at the golden band. âeven showed off my ringâŠâ
bingo.
âhmph. maybe he just didn't feel like giving today, baby. you upset?â
a few seconds passed before you shrugged, turning around in his grip and staring up at him with a smile. âwhy would i? couldn't even finish that third cake before, remember? plus, iâm happy! got to show off my ring all day!â
god, he was obsessed with you.
you giggled as he leaned down to kiss you without a second thought, giggling against his lips as he pulled you up to sit on the counter.
as he continued to kiss you, he felt your fingers find their place in his hair again, feeling the cold metal of the ring against his scalp, an action he barely noticed.
after all, a ring was something tiny.
something any man could disregard if they were too busy staring at your pretty face.
maybe his next gift should be a necklace with his initials. that would send a clearer message than a tiny ring.
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| pairing: sub!Renjun x Dom!gn!Reader
| warnings: 18+ MDNI. Somnophilia vibes (He's awake/lucid). Jerking him off. Whiney Renjun. Softer sex than I usually write. Focus on aftercare.
| wc: 2k
| aurora's note: this was originally written as an fem!oc x male!idol!oc fic for me and my friend. i apologize if i messed up changing the names/pronouns. please let me know if i missed anything so i can fix it. thanks!
The trash left on the counter was a clear indicator that Renjun had gotten home from rehearsals early, by some miracle, and it seemed that he treated himself to some take out before stumbling to the bedroom to take a nap. You sighed. You weren't going to fault him for being as exhausted as he was all the time, it was something far out of your control, but you weren't going to bother with all the take-out trash on the counter when you were tired too and just wanted to see your Renjunnie So you neglected the chores and walked towards the bedroom. Sure enough, as expected, Renjun was laying in bed, in his daytime clothes, on top of the comforter, his knees tucked up slightly while he rested on his side so that his back was facing you as you watched from the doorway. He really had just plopped down the second he could.
âGwieyoâŠâ you muttered under your breath.
You closed the door behind you before approaching the bed and slowly sliding on top of the covers alongside Renjun in order to not stir him. Renjun was breathing lightly rather than snoring, which usually meant that he wasnât dead asleepâ If he were, he would have been snoring so loud that you would have heard it the second you opened the front door to your shared apartment. You dared to move closer. Truthfully, if he was out of it, you didnât want to wake him⊠But you also couldnât help yourself from wanting to hold him when he looked so adorable it squeezed your heart and twisted your stomach until you couldnât think straight⊠So you carefully reached around him, one arm snaking under his weight while the other went to the top of his hips, and you pulled his back close to your chest with a content sigh.
Renjun whined slightly. âHiâŠâ he grumbled, half awake.
âDid I wake you?â you whispered in his ear. He shook his head. âWere you waiting up for me?â He nodded. You smiled and kissed the soft spot just behind his right ear. As you gave him a loving squeeze, he whined again and shifted around, trying to roll his hips over so that they were facing down into the mattress. âWhereâre you going, hm?â You held him as tight as you could without bothering him.
To no oneâs surprise, your hands began wandering mindlessly around Renjun's body, though there was certainly always a goal in mind whenever you had him in your arms like that and you elected to tease him. Renjun knew it. He tried to pretend that he didnât understand because it riled you up, and this time was no different with the way he closed his eyes and acted like he was falling asleep in the hopes that you would either surrender completely or continue and give him exactly what he really wantedâ You weren't stupid either. Whenever he tried to hide himself from you, that meant he didnât want you to know about something embarrassing⊠Usually it had to do with wanting you. Renjun had a bad habit of getting desperate when he was tired, and you had an even worse habit of wanting to use him whenever you had a long day at work. Whenever Renjun looked so cute, it was impossible to hold back. If he was tired, submissive, and whiney, you realized you only ever had one option, honestly.
Your hands worked their way under Renjun's shirt, your palms laying flat on his stomach while your fingers massaged and scratched gently at the different parts of his stomach that were a mixture of both soft and proof of his hard work in trying to work out with his group members who wanted to help him get abs. You didnât care what he looked like. He knew that. You liked in the winters how heâd have more for you to grab onto when you were bored; and you also liked the summers when he was working out constantly and dancing until his muscles were more noticeable than usual. That was why Renjun could find comfort with you, however, because no matter what would happen, you would be by his side, kissing his cheek, and whispering praises in his ear.
As you played with Renjun, his stomach tensed. It was reactionary to how cold your fingers were and how the lingering touches across his torso were starting to tickle, but most notably to both of you, it was sending all the blood and sanity downwards. To test your luck, you trailed your fingers upwards before ghosting them over one of Renjun's nipples. He gulped and bucked his hips backwards slightly. You grinned to yourself. When Renjun didnât protest any of your very obvious intentions, you did as you pleased by moving your other hand down to the hem of his pants, finding easy access under them, and the second you made contact with his erection, Renjun rolled his face into the pillows to cover up a pathetic moan that he was embarrassed to let you hear. Of course you couldnât let him get away with that.
âLet me hear you, baby,â you whispered in his ear.
He shook his head slightly.
You wrapped your hand around his length then drifted your thumb over his tip. As another moan left him, you couldnât help yourself. The hand under his shirt immediately escaped so that you could grab his chin and force him to look straight, his pants and gasps echoing throughout the bedroom.
âWanna hear your pretty sounds.â
Renjun continued to moan with every exhale when you pumped your hand up and down his length. Every now and then, your thumb would tease his tip to discover that he was slowly leaking for you, which meant that you had him exactly where you wanted him: Wrapped around your finger. The faster you went, the harder he panted. The more you teased him, the more his hips wiggled against the mattress and your body that was still pressed tightly behind him.
âPlease,â he begged breathlessly.
You hummed a curious tone, unsure of what he meant.
âMore⊠Faster⊠FuckâŠâ
He tried to hide his face again, but your grip on his face didnât waver, and you even gently hooked your index finger in his mouth to make sure that it stayed open. You touched him faster. It wasnât like you could deny him such a request when he asked so nicely and he sounded so cute you thought you were going to lose your own sanity too.
âClose,â he mumbled against your finger.
As an act of encouragement to keep going, Renjun then sucked on the finger in his mouth. You knew by the way he couldnât hold still or keep quiet that he really was on the edge already, his desperation was getting the better of him, and all thoughts seemingly left him in order to make room for the pleasure and praise you were providing.
You used the leverage of having Renjun wrapped in your arms to roll him onto his back while you continued to quicken your pace going up and down his length. Renjun didnât even seem to notice the different position. He was so focused on cumming that his eyes were squeezed shut and his toes were curling in the sheets so that he had enough stability to buck his hips upwards into your touch. You removed your finger from his mouth before quickly leaning in to kiss him. He whined pathetically.
âCum for me, Renjunnie.â
Just then, you used your free hand to play with his nipples under his shirt. He leaned up to kiss you as passionately as he could while grabbing onto your shoulders, his fingers digging into the fabric of your dress shirt that you wore to work that day for a very important presentation you had been stressing over for the entire week. His hips stilled. He moaned your name. And you felt liquid dribbling down your hand and onto his pelvis.
Renjun slumped after the height of his orgasm passed, but he still had enough energy left in him to kiss you one more time, albeit a lot lighter and with a hint of exhaustion behind it. âThank youâŠâ
You kissed his cheek lovingly. Looking down at his body, you saw that heâd made a mess of his pants and shirt that heâd worn for the day, which you expected, which was why you had rolled him over so that you would only have to wash his clothes instead of having to change the sheets when you were both so tired. Renjun was already half asleep again. His eyes were shut, his breath was calm, and his limbs were limp in different corners of the bed. You giggled to yourself.
âStay here, okay?â
He nodded vaguely.
With one more kiss just beneath his eye, you rolled out of bed to grab a wet washcloth from the bathroom which you used to wipe up some of the cum off of Renjun's skin. He hummed at the feeling of the warm water against him.
You kissed one of his exposed hip bones. âDo you want one of my shirts?â
Renjun nodded silently again.
So you went to your drawers to retrieve one of your oversized pajama t-shirtsâ Though, ever since you moved in together, your oversized shirts had become more Renjun's than yours since he loved wearing your clothes so much, and you had no quarrels with that, not when it made him more alluring. Along with your shirt, you picked out a pair of boxers for him to wear while sleeping. He didnât like anything constricting while in bed. He liked to tell you that he was so over having to wear skinny jeans and tank tops on stage for the fans that he just wanted to relax whenever he was at home; You never expected him to wear or do anything he didnât want when it was just the two of you, so you tried to help him out as much as possible.
âSit up for me a bit, baby,â you cooed gently.
He pouted and lifted his head up, but he refused to go any further. You rolled your eyes then helped him upright so that you could take his dirtied shirt off and throw it to the side with the rag you used to clean him up.
âArms up.â
Renjun decided that was the moment to be a brat by not cooperating. You were somewhat used to it, however, so you easily got each of his arms through the short sleeves before sliding the shirt over his head with a tired grunt, which seemed to wake Renjun up slightly because he peeked at you with one eye to check if you were alright. You comforted him with a peck on his lips. His eyes fell shut again in the midst of you laying him down and lifting his hips in order to take off his pants to replace them with the boxers.
âBetter?â you inquired once he was changed.
âThank you, Y/N.â
With an exhausted sigh following changing out of your clothes and into your own pajamas, you fell into bed, collecting Renjun in your arms once more, just as before, his back against your chest, your hands wandering his body, but this time with the intent to comfort rather than to rile. Renjun stole your right hand and kissed your knuckles. He held your hand close to his body, propping it under his chin.
âI love you,â he whispered.
You kissed his neck. âI love you too.â
Seemingly immediately, the two of them fell asleep like that, unable to escape each otherâs hold, unwilling to release the other.
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