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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years ago

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tuxedo iii, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, mentions of previous jungkook x reader

summary: It’s the next morning. Your cat is still a man. Fuck. He still thinks he owns the place, including you. Sigh. Well, you still have to do your job, because, yikes, your cat-man has spent a small fortune on new clothes (spending like he’s got a black card, what’s up with that?). Ah, but... maybe both of you are starting to finally acknowledge that he might be a more man than cat – at least for the time being...?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language, mentions of the coronavirus pandemic; possibly full-on crack; mentions of and a tiny bit of smut (fem reader, spanking, doggy, unintentional??? voyeurism, dry humping / thigh riding); domestic and soft moments with your cat-man; non-idol!AU - cat!Yoongi x human!reader; ft slightly cocky Jeon Jungkook (+drama!!!) and bestfriend!Kim Seokjin; breaking of the fourth wall; are YOU a furry? yeah, I kinda think you are

*deep breath* I reference a certain boat that was stuck in the Suez Canal, Yoongi's livestream where he poked himself in the nose with the coffee straw, his love for tangerines, too many Twitch chat memes, that time his mom called him a boiled dumpling, 'BST' pink pajama Yoongi, DTS, TXT's 'Cat & Dog', etc...

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part i | part ii

You woke up slowly.

A perfect, peaceful morning. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Neck cradled by your memory foam pillow? Check. Back well supported by your soft mattress? Check. Not sleeping on your sofa and destroying your spine? Check. Hey, you’re moving up in life! Ah, what a normal day already. You opened your eyes a crack; vision blurred from the morning sunlight filtering through your curtains. Bundled in your minty-green duvet? Check. Wearing your extra soft black-and-white striped pajamas? Check.

Large pale human hand firmly gripping your right titty? Check.

Wait…

What?

Your eyes snapped open and flew to your left.

Min Yoongi's face was centimeters from yours, buried into your pillow, messy bedhead sticking out everywhere. Black choker with the tiny silver bell around his neck. Still had those black velvety pointed cat ears and glowing pale skin, pretty pink lips ever-so-slightly upturned, warm exhale against your ear.

Your cat still a disturbingly handsome man?

Ah, yup, check.

His hand was on your right breast, fingers molded to the soft curve. A quick glance and, whew, he was still fully dressed in his black t-shirt and sweatpants from yesterday. Yes, fully, completely dressed. Shit, what if he caught you staring? You quickly flickered your eyes up at the ceiling, hastily wiping the drool away from your mouth. Whoa there. That would be embarrassing if he caught that.

Also, kind of gross. Don’t be gross. Keep it together.

Hahaha…

Well, yup, this was still awkward, the whole hand-on-the-titty thing, hahaha, but not as awkward as it would be if, hahaha, you accidentally, oh, don't know, hahaha, got really, really, really disgustingly drunk and, hahaha, had somehow lost all impulse control and, hahaha, fucked your cat?

Man.

Cat-man.

Hahaha, that would never happen. You’d make sure of that.

...

Unless?

No, no, no, stop, he's your cat, your cat, he's literally been a (cat) man for one fucking day, albeit a incredibly hot, deliciously built (cat) man who put your facial massager on your nipple and let you touch his human dick in the shower and he was hard for a hot second, so... no, no, no, stop, you are not a desperate thot, get a fucking grip – well, you kind of are – but not him, for fuck’s sake, you still don't understand what the fuck is going on or if he even remotely likes you and, let's face it, he probably doesn’t because you almost paid a guy to chop off his nuts–

"Are you dying?"

You choked on air and lurched sharply at the sudden deep, raspy voice. The grip on your right breast tightened, preventing you from moving away. You did what any sensible human being would do in this situation and wheezed like you were on the verge of passing out.

"Urk!"

"Do you have high blood pressure?" Yoongi yawned calmly, turning his face to the side to avoid breathing in your face, thereby pressing his body even closer to you. Your neck and ears heated to five billion degrees. "Your heart's beating abnormally fast. Maybe you should see a doctor."

You definitely needed to see a doctor for something as well as several gallons of holy water and a priest to get an exorcism for that horny demon inside you.

"Y-Your hand!"

Yoongi grunted. "What about it?"

What about it???

"It's on my tits!" you squeaked.

Yoongi lifted his head, squinting. "It is." Then his head dropped and he closed his eyes again.

HELLO, Min Yoongi? That's ALL you have to say???

"Is there a problem?"

IS THERE A PROBLEM???????

"I've always slept like this," he mumbled.

That's... true though. Your tuxedo cat, previously named Shooky until you realized he had his own name, did used to always sleep next to you, when he wasn’t trying to murder you by sitting on your chest, that is (he was adamant on letting you know when he needed breakfast). Usually, your cat was splayed out by your left side, his long body extended and pressed against you, his white, sock-like paws encircling your arm. Shooky had basically been a small furry heater that kicked you sometimes in his sleep.

Keyword: small.

"Y-You w-were a cat!" you sputtered.

"I'm still a cat."

"No, you're a man! With arms!"

"The reach is a little farther. Who cares?"

WHO CARES???????

Before you could very loudly inform Yoongi who exactly cared – that’s you, by the way, yes, you – he wrapped his arms around you and yanked your body to his, turning you into a red-hot chili pepper with the amount of heat your face was now emitting. Then his free hand grabbed your other titty. Without asking! Without even so much as buying you dinner or, hell, giving you a goddamn cracker! You didn't need to be wined and dined, but at least a single fucking snack before using your tits like his own personal stress ball!

Yoongi pressed your back into his chest.

You froze.

He pressed his crotch into your ass, shivering slightly.

Your soul left your body.

"Ugh, this human body is terrible," Yoongi muttered. "Always so cold. I need this extra body heat or I'll die."

You'll die? YOU’LL DIE?

You were pretty sure that you were already dead. Rest in peace.

Hang on.

Something was stuck in a very specific place, quite similar to a far-too-large boat in a narrow canal.

"Um."

Er...

"What?" your cat-man grunted.

"Your..." You gulped. "Dick."

"What about it?"

"You, uh... have morning wood."

"Is that a human euphemism?" he grumbled impatiently, clear annoyance in his tone. "I don't understand your species. Wouldn't it be easier to be straightforward and explain yourself clearly?"

A muscle in your eye twitched, reaching breaking point.

"Your dick is rock-hard and you're shoving it between my ass cheeks!"

"Yeah, so? It's cold too."

Your irritation fizzled out at Yoongi’s self-assured, completely calm response. In fact, he sounded borderline bored and exasperated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. His hard dick was cold, so he put it in the warmest place he could find, your ass, duh. Nothing weird about it, of course. Your mind reeled, unable to compute what the fuck was going on. Thus, your body did what it did best in these moments where you did not want to give a response that would most certainly expose you and your dire need to get dicked.

Not deal with it, of course.

You fainted.

"Fuck!"

You shot out of bed at the harsh yell, tangled in the covers, barely registering that Yoongi no longer had a death grip on your tits – in fact, he was no longer in bed at all – and stumbled towards the source of the sound, highly disoriented, your earlier fainting spell turning you into a bumbling mess.

Admittedly, not that different from your usual self.

(Ouch, roasted.)

"What, what, what?" you croaked, running into the doorframe of the bedroom and nearly taking yourself out.

Might as well, maybe it would have been a blessing in disguise, considering the way your life was going.

You finally tumbled your way to the kitchen, where your cat-man was hissing at the pan on the stove.

"I was trying to make eggs," Yoongi spat, pointing accusingly at the frying pan. His ears were flat and his tail was sticking straight up. "And then it attacked me."

If you had three functioning brain cells, you would have remembered Yoongi putting his morning wood between your ass cheeks this morning, but alas, you only had two at the moment – you did run into the doorframe, might have lost one there – so instead you nudged him aside and rolled up your sleeves, taking the pan and shaking it so the eggs wouldn't burn.

"Was it the oil? Sometimes it pops," you asked as Yoongi continued death glaring at the pan.

"I saw you doing this yesterday. You didn't seem bothered," he mumbled, finishing with a low, angry hiss as if the pan was sentient and mocking him. The oil popped and seared your forearm, but at this point you maybe had five hair follicles total on your arms with how many times hot oil had splattered in you. It used to bother you when you were a kid, but years of cooking had desensitized the feeling, turning it to nothing more than a mere annoyance. Yoongi stayed behind you, intermittently letting out hisses of rage as you cooked.

"I told you, my dad's a chef. You get used to it," you said, tipping the pan and flipping the thin egg pancake with ease.

"That's bizarre," Yoongi muttered. "No normal animal gets used to pain."

Normality was starting to become a bit of a foreign concept to you. As for being an animal, well…

You took the pan off the heat and rolled the egg onto a plate with a spare set of chopsticks, turning it into a log shape. A literal egg roll, ready to be sliced into bite-sized pieces. You took a sniff. It seemed to be seasoned already. Had Yoongi simply copied what you did yesterday? His observation skills were insane.

"Then again, you seem to enjoy–"

"Yoongi," you blurted, not wanting to know what he thought you seemed to enjoy, but very sure it was going to be one-hundred-percent embarrassing and only for you. "There's some leftover beef and vegetables in the fridge you can have with the egg and rice."

He raised his eyebrows. "Beef? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Because I was asleep and maybe half-dead? "Did you brush your teeth?' you asked suddenly.

Yoongi scowled. "Unfortunately."

"Right, so should I, goodbye now."

You marched away hurriedly, trying not to think about how your cat had surely witnessed you getting spanked while being fucked from behind by none other than, surprise, surprise, his not-so-favorite human being, Jeon Jungkook. Tattoo guy strikes again. The worst part was, you couldn't lock the door on your cat either, because then he would meow incessantly while you were getting deep-dicked and that was even worse.

"Your cat really likes you, huh?" Jungkook mused as you yanked open the bedroom door to the black-and-white tuxedo furball.

"Like is a strong word," you muttered at your cat, who yawned and sauntered past you to his cat tree, acting like he owned the damn place.

"I like you."

"Hah... wait, what?"

Jungkook grinned as your eyes found his. Took a while. You were a little distracted by his nakedness. His tattoos up his right arm. His tan skin. His muscles. His white teeth biting on his lower lip, tiny mole underneath flashing. His long black hair, framing dark chocolate eyes and teasing, cocked eyebrow.

"I like you," he repeated, voice deep and sexy.

You turned red and made the most coherent noise you could.

“... Urk?”

“Noona.”

Why did he look so fucking hot and disrespectful at the same time when saying an honorific?

Jungkook came up to you, hand cupping your head and tangling his fingers in your hair. He brought his face close to yours, lips brushing against your swollen ones, taking your breath away.

"Wanna go back to me spanking you while you get off on my dick?"

Respectfully, of course.

"How much rice do you want?"

You started, poking yourself in the nose with your toothpaste-covered toothbrush and smearing mint up your nostril – almost as bad as poking a coffee straw up your nose during a livestream in front of millions of people, yikes – as Yoongi appeared behind you, breaking you out of the memory. Your cat-man watched you with mild disgust and displeasure as you coughed and dunked your head into the sink, hurriedly rinsing off your burning nose.

"Whatever, I'll just fill it halfway."

And he left you sputtering, pajamas and hair soaking wet in your haste.

Awesome.

“I’m ordering some groceries,” you announced in between bites of rice and egg. You tapped lightly at the phone screen as you spoke. Green onions, tofu, cucumbers… “Do you want anything?”

“Meat.”

You swiped rapidly and added packages of chicken, pork, and beef into your cart. Why the fuck not? You like meat. All kinds of–

“Yes, Yoongi, I’m getting meat. Anything else?”

“What else is there?”

You made a face and handed him your phone. “All sorts of things. Household products too, in case you don’t want to smell like my soap.”

“Your soap is preferable,” he said absentmindedly, scrolling through the online grocery app. You continued eating, shoving things in your mouth and none of it dick. Sad. At least it tasted good. Your cat-man had seasoned the egg well. You jumped as Yoongi spoke again. “I want these.” He turned the phone around.

You squinted at the screen, staring at a picture of orange balls. “Tangerines? Why?”

He turned the phone back to him. “They’re small, round, and look tasty.”

You blinked at him, then shrugged. “Sure, why not? I guess your palette might have changed. Try whatever you want.”

He pursed his lips and pressed a few buttons as you ate. You realized you needed to order more groceries now that your cat was a man eating your human food and no longer a cat eating his rather expensive cat food. Sigh. You had put Shooky’s cat bowls in a cabinet earlier this morning before sitting down to eat. It seemed weird leaving them out on the floor like that. Kind of offensive, maybe, now that your cat was a man and all…

“Okay, I ordered it.”

“Ah, okay, that’s good. They’ll probably come later this week.”

After breakfast, you spent nearly half an hour with Yoongi trying to pick out something for him to watch from your various streaming services, only for him to select a historical drama series. Like what? You cat (man) wanted to watch historical drama out of all things? Instead of learning about the modern world, he wanted to watch a depiction of the past?

Whatever, it had seventy-seven episodes, so at least he would be occupied for a while.

You let him be and went to your computer, intending on getting some editing done. Sure, the universe decided your cat was a man now, but you still needed to pay for said cat-man’s existence. You still didn’t know what you were going do to with all that cat food, cat toys, cat tree… ugh, this was all a problem for future you, not present you.

Present you needed to splice five-hundred images of PepeHands together and overlay it over a League of Legends one-shot compilation.

Uh, so, it was this meme of a green frog named Pepe holding up his anthropomorphic hands in despair, therefore coining the term PepeHands for a particular Twitch chat emote… never mind, it just meant you were spending some time video editing for a gaming YouTuber and it required concentration, shitty memes, and well-timed captions. And you were getting paid good money to do this.

Yeah, it’s a weird world.

You sat at your desktop and got to work, doing the rough cuts of the video first. Thankfully, the YouTuber had already sent you the timestamps of the noteworthy moments, therefore making your job a lot easier. You spent several hours compiling the clips before adding your extra flair and effects. You had a library of images and sound bites that you commonly used (including Goofy singing Evanescence's ‘Bring Me to Life’) and was in the middle of grayscaling a video clip and adding the familiar audio of all around me are familiar faces before being scared shitless.

“Woof.”

You swore someone was singing ‘Mad World’ as they were narrating your life right now.

“Gah!”

You jerked in your seat to see Yoongi leaning over behind you, eyebrow raised as you gawked at him.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that!” you exclaimed, pulling back an earcup of your headset.

He frowned. “How can I sneak up on you?” He flicked the silver bell on the black choker around his neck, making it jingle cheerfully. “You put stupid thing on me, remember?”

You winced. “Well, I’d take it off, but there’s some kind of voodoo magic on that shit – and hey, don’t change the subject! You have that weird cat thing where you’re silent no matter what.”

Yoongi looked unbothered. “Weird cat thing? Thought you said I was a man?”

“Thought you said you were a cat?” you shot back.

You glared at him and he gave you a blank expression. Then he cocked his head to your desk.

“Your phone is flashing.”

You jerked your head to see your phone screen flicker. You grabbed it off you desk and unlocked it, checking your messages. Five messages from – ah, but of course – your best friend. Kim Seokjin.

LET ME SEE YOUR CAT

You pursed your lips. With the pandemic and all, you hadn’t visited Seokjin in forever, but every week he would text you, asking for a photo of your cat and he would send you a picture of his sugar glider. With every week being the same and nothing interesting of note happening, it was hard to think of conversation topics. Therefore, Seokjin and you came up with this weekly event so your friendship wouldn’t deteriorate. Also, both of you were serious introverts, so he spent most of this pandemic playing MapleStory while you spent most of it on your couch watching Netflix with your cat. It was a miracle you two hadn’t morphed into actual potatoes yet.

You glanced at Yoongi, who was inspecting his nails and picking at them. You frowned and batted at his hand. He frowned back and smacked yours, harder. You glared at him. He gave you a vacant stare, as if he had done nothing.

“Why are you picking at your cuticles?” you muttered, going back to your phone and sending Seokjin an old picture of Shooky. You couldn’t exactly send him a picture of current Shooky. He was… well, currently not a cat. You stared at the picture of the fluffy tuxedo cat curled into a ball, asleep in your lap on the couch.

That moment wasn’t even that long ago.

Somehow, it felt like ages since you had last petted that furry butt.

“Hm, dunno. Occupies my hands, I guess,” Yoongi replied distractedly.

“Well, you shouldn’t. It’s not good for you.” You noticed you had another message from the local delivery service, saying a package had arrived at your doorstep. You stood, placing your phone on the desk and looked at Yoongi, who was staring at his old cat tree, the one by the window. When he was a cat, he used to poke his head between the curtains and look outside, watching the birds. It was his favorite haunt.

Now…

“Why’d you say woof?” you asked abruptly, giving him a quizzical look. “I thought you were a cat.”

Yoongi shrugged, tearing his eyes away from the cat tree to give you an uninterested stare. “Thought it would surprise you more. You’ve heard meow for long enough.”

You furrowed your brow. “Why would you want to surprise me?”

He shrugged again. “I was bored.”

“… You were bored so you decided to sneak up and scare the shit out of me?”

He paused, black tail swishing back and forth, pointed ears perked. Then he nodded.

“Yup.”

Sigh.

You lugged in the huge cardboard box, Yoongi standing out of sight of the front door as you huffed and puffed with your weak arms. Okay, it wasn’t even that big, but it was quite heavy and you weren’t exactly John Cena. Your arms were about as strong as a bowl of overcooked ramyeon noodles and that was putting it kindly. You weren’t the working out type. People who worked out diligently were dog people. People who preferred sleeping as their primary workout regimen had cats. What were the kinds of people who had cat-men then? The kind of people who like sleeping, but also needed a…

(You already know the answer.)

Yoongi snapped the door closed the second you managed to pull it on far enough to do so.

“You look like a boiled dumpling,” he commented.

“At least I’m delicious food,” you wheezed, inspecting the box. You recognized the clothing brand. “Is this the stuff your ordered? How did it come so fast?”

“I selected next-day delivery.”

You paled.

“I need clothes as soon as possible, don’t I? Or should I go back to being naked, since you’re a pervert?”

You choked, ears burning. “I’m not a pervert!”

“Mhm.”

You tried not to think about the hit on your wallet as you grabbed your keys from the side table and opened the box, seeing all the plastic packages inside. Monotone, in white or black. Figures. You tipped the box to the side and the clothes spilled out, tumbling all over the floor. It took a firm shake to dump it all on the ground. You got on your hands and knees to spread them out, tossing the cardboard aside carelessly to shift through the items. Hopefully, Yoongi had read the listings and selected the correct sizes. From your brief glance, you noticed the tops were quite oversized. Maybe he liked that fit? He had been quite a fluffy cat.

You spotted the packing slip with all the prices listed. You fished it out and then heard a thunk-thunk-thunk, the sound of cardboard on hardwood. Huh?

You looked up to see Yoongi swatting the box around.

“What… are you doing?”

He shrugged. “Investigating.”

You blinked. “Investigating what?”

“Don’t know. I simply feel the need to investigate, thus I am doing so.”

You stared at Yoongi for several minutes as he continued to… uh, investigate (???) the cardboard box, holding it this way and that, smacking it around, watching the flaps bounce in the air as it rolled. His velvety ears perked upwards, sleek black tail swishing with interest.

His expression was completely neutral.

For the first time since becoming a human, you thought Yoongi was more cat than man.

“Uh… okay…”

You glimpsed down to the paper in your hands, seeing the total cost.

You felt the color drain out of your face.

My… wallet…

F in the chat.

You fainted.

You felt someone poking you in the head.

“Are you dead?”

You gasped and jerked up like a drown victim coming up for air, still in mild shock of the sudden financial hit of your cat becoming a man. It was okay. You weren’t poor. You just didn’t expect Yoongi to be a shopping like he owned a fucking black card.

“Did I spend too much?”

You snapped out of your stunned state at his soft tone. Yoongi wasn’t looking at you. He was kneeling on top of the pile of clothes, dark eyes on the paper in your shaking hands. With a start, you realized his words were heavy with guilt, his ears pointing downwards and tail tucked against the ground.

“No,” you said quickly, putting the receipt down. “No, Yoongi. I asked you to buy clothes, remember? And besides, it’s better for you to buy things you like and are interested in, rather than me wasting money on things you’ll never wear.”

He raised his head a little, eyes darting from your face to your hands.

You smiled at him, reaching up to pat his head and stroke the fur on his ears. “Hey, don’t worry. It’s only money. Money will never be more important to me than you, okay?”

For a second, you saw something flicker in Yoongi’s eyes. It was so fast that you barely caught it. Relief? Gratitude? Fondness? Then he ticked his head out of your hand, fair cheeks flushing pink.

“You… you don’t have to do that,” he muttered.

“O… oh.” For some reason, you felt a pang in your chest at his words. “R-right.”

Yoongi made eye contact with you, dark brown orbs guarded. He spoke quietly, without emotion.

“Do you wish this never happened?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?”

He gestured to himself, waving a hand up and down carelessly. “This. Human me.”

Human me.

You answered instantly.

“No.”

Yoongi gave you the disbelieving side-eye.

You let out a sheepish puff of air. “I always kind of wished you were human.” You scratched the back of your head aimlessly. “No one listened to me like you did. Even if I was having the shittest day of all time, you always made it better. You were the best cat ever.” You chuckled, smiling up at him. “Sure, your species changed, but you’re still the same, right?”

His eyes shifted, his cheeks still a light pink. “I’m still a cat,” he mumbled awkwardly.

You raised your brows. “Mhm, is that why you were playing with the box?”

“I wasn’t playing with the box,” Yoongi huffed, sounding insulted.

“Then I’ll break it down and recycle it.”

“No,” he snapped firmly. “It’s useful. We’re keeping it.”

“We don’t need a box, Yoongi.”

He tutted. “Hmph, humans. So wasteful. A perfectly good box should be reused.”

“Right.”

You tried to hide your laugh as Yoongi refused to look you in the eye.

You left Yoongi to examine his new wardrobe on the floor. You tried to pick them up but he stubbornly remained on the pile of clothes, not letting you move them. When you stood up to leave, you asked him when he was going to move – he replied with, "When it feels right", just cat things, you supposed – and hurried off to export the edited video you were working on earlier. The due date was today and you had to review it for quality.

A certain quality.

A certain quality of... of...

Needing the money.

Because your cat (man) had spent fat chunk of it on clothes, only to be more interested in the box they came in and sitting on said clothes rather than the actual items themselves.

Sigh.

"I ordered the wrong color."

"Oh?" you muttered distractedly, clocking on the export button. You'd been going cross-eyed for the past two or three hours – had it really been that long? shit – and checked your phone to see Gukmul, Seokjin's white sugar glider, peering up at the camera on a white fluffy blanket. You smiled, typing a response to praise his cuteness, completely ignoring the fact that Seokjin had also stuck his handsome face in the photo, smiling with a thumbs-up next to his pet.

The reply was instant.

hello, acknowledge my BEAUTIFUL FACE

You deliberately didn't answer right away to piss Seokjin off even more.

"What's wrong with it?" you asked, looking up.

Your jaw dropped.

You dropped your phone.

Yoongi, your cat-man with excellent reflexes, made absolutely no move to catch it.

It smacked you in the calf and hit your toes – fucking ow, holy shit – before clattering to the floor. You had a protective phone case on it with a cute tuxedo cat graphic. The screen wouldn't crack with the protector on it. In this moment, however, you didn't give a shit about your smartphone, Kim Seokjin, or even the blinding pain in your foot. Nope.

You were ogling at Min Yoongi in pink silk pajamas.

We interrupt your regularly scheduled program to–

Oi!

No, don't you dare scroll past! You think you're clever or something?! Hm? Advertisements always happen at the most crucial parts, you say?

This is just an ad?

Look here, Lemona Vitamin C Powder can provide a lot of benefits, including providing natural energy and boosting your immune system in, say, a worldwide pandemic–

STOP TRYING TO SCROLL PAST!!!

Jeon Jungkook stared at his phone.

At a very specific number.

He put it down, sighing a little, looking out the window instead. It was a nice day, but he couldn't enjoy it the way it was meant to be enjoyed. Pandemic and all that. He frowned, looking at the urban jungle surrounding him. Had he made a mistake moving here to the big city? Sometimes he wondered. Back then, he had moved to finish school and pursue his ambitions. Back then, his choice had seemed full of opportunities, but now.

What did he have, really?

A tiny apartment with a kind and understanding landlord. The world at his fingertips from his computer. Still a decent amount of savings left. Online courses that he needed to finish to get his film degree.

Loneliness.

He delved into his memories, smiling at the recollection of confused looks, awkward smiles, indignant huffs. So very unlike him to tease so much, but it was too fun and he hadn't felt the usual nervousness and shyness he had around others. There was something comforting about that smile, that apartment, and that fluffy tuxedo cat that loved to interrupt everything.

He shouldn't have played it off.

He shouldn't have distracted.

Not after he admitted it.

"I like you."

Jungkook said it to the air, to the memory. So vivid that he reached out to touch those lips, but then it all disappeared, just like that.

Ah.

He looked at the back of his phone, wondering. But now he was too nervous and shy to pick it up again. Why was that? When he was there, being seen by those surprised eyes, he could do and say shameless things. But far away, when he was alone, Jungkook was hesitating, suddenly afraid.

Sigh.

You sneezed.

Very loudly and jerking your head away from your cat-man in luxurious pink silk, jamming your nose into your elbow.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow.

You sniffed, rubbing your nose.

"Someone must be thinking about me..." you muttered.

Yoongi looked down, plucking the collar of the pajamas. "The cotton shirts are the same size, but for some reason this one fits tighter. Why is that? Is there no regulated sizing in human fashion?"

Dude, be glad you're not a girl, you thought dryly. "Might be the fabric," you coughed distractedly. Distractedly because you were staring at quite possibly the most gorgeous man in the history of men and you stared at a lot of men in your short lifetime, so you had experienced eyeballs.

Wait.

Man or cat-man?

Well, Yoongi was definitely the most gorgeous cat-man considering you were pretty sure there was only one in current existence.

His pointed ears stood straight up in interest, black hair messy from taking clothes on and off, fair cheeks and nose flushed pink, perhaps from physical exertion. Dark brown eyes sheepish, not quite looking at you. The black leather choker stood out on his neck, silver bell gleaming against his collarbones. The material was a mauve-pink silk, clinging to his lean body, showing off his shoulders and long limbs. The button-up shirt created a rather deep v-neckline, a sliver of pale chest visible. And his legs! His slim legs reminded you of a nimble dancer, ending in fuzzy black slippers.

There was a weird lump in one of the pant legs, going down his thigh.

Whoa.

"W-Why did you pick them?" you tried to ask in the least awkward way possible, attempting – and failing – to not to stare at his delectable thighs.

Yoongi shrugged. "They looked like the ones you have. I meant to get black, but I suppose I didn't read the listing closely enough. They're comfortable though," he mused before making a face. Your eyes bulged as there was a sudden jerk in his pants, creating a large tent in the crotch.

Alarms sounded off in your head, arousal shooting up like a rocket.

Oh.

Oh???

Oh!!!!!!!

"My tail is stuck," Yoongi grunted, lowering the back of the pink silk pants. The sleek black cat tail slid out, swishing in the air, tent in his pants gone.

Oh…

Right. The tail.

Because he's a cat... man.

Your inner thot was sad. Your dignity smacked you upside the head, highly disappointed in you for falling for that, then calmly shot down your arousal rocket with your shame. Oof.

"Can you show me how to sew so I can fix my own clothes from now on?" Yoongi asked as he readjusted the front of the silk shirt.

You bent down to pick up your phone, trying to do something with your face and hands to disguise your embarrassment and burning ears. "Yeah, of course." You placed it on your desk and turned back to face him.

Yoongi was right next to you.

Literally so close that you could feel his body heat.

"... Urk!"

You jumped in your seat, banging your knee against your desk and howling in pain, computer chair rolling and making you lose your balance, ass about to slip before Yoongi grabbed your chair and shoved it into the table, making you trip and fall back into the seat, head hitting the headrest a little too hard, seeing stars and rubber duckies for a second.

Wait, were they rubber duckies? They were white and glittery, almost as if they were made from snow…

Yoongi slapped you in the face.

“Ow!”

You rubbed your cheek, blinking rapidly to clear your vision before glaring at him.

“Checking if you were alive,” was his placid response.

Alright, it wasn’t that hard, but the unexpectedness of it still hurt. You frowned, only for the pain to slowly melt away, quickly being replaced by something else as you realized Yoongi was still half-leaning over you, a knee on your computer gaming chair to prevent it from rolling. The sting in your knee was temporarily forgotten. Yoongi spoke again, his voice low and deep, almost a sensual purr.

“You hit yourself pretty hard.”

He doesn’t know what’s he’s doing. It’s just a coincidence. A kitty-incidence, Seokjin would say.

Your eyes widened as Yoongi closed in, peering at your unfocused gaze. Now you could see down his shirt. Holy shit. Were you so deprived that you were getting mad horny from seeing Yoongi’s fucking clavicle and sternum?

Is that even a question?

Yes.

Yes, you were.

“You look like you did last night.”

“What?” you breathed, still unabashedly looking down his shirt.

“Your pupils are dilated.”

You froze. His cool fingertips were on your neck.

“Heartrate increased.”

You wanted to pull back, say, no, wait, don’t do that, but Yoongi was too close and his exhale was too feathery, brushing against your lips, and you couldn’t move, trapped in your chair, between him wrapped in pink silk and your mind reeling, him still playing fucking doctor while you were trying not to jump his half-covered ass.

“And that smell.”

You finally tore your gaze away, eyes drifting up to his.

You swallowed.

“S… smell?”

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

Ohnoohshitwhatifhecansmellmypus–

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed, surveying you closely. He was so close you couldn’t see his lips, only his dark brown orbs. He didn’t say anything. He smelled like your soap, reminding you of his naked body pressed against you in the shower. Your heartbeat was leaping to your throat, threatening to choke you with your own horniness. Honestly, at this point, would you even be surprised?

You chuckled nervously, clinging onto your last shreds of self-preservation, which, admittedly, were rapidly yeeting out of your hands.

“Hahaha… but you’re… a cat… yeah?”

Right?

Seconds passed.

Right???

Minutes passed.

RIGHT???????

Yoongi’s lashes lowered, not quite looking at your eyes. Staring at your lips.

“I’m a man too,” he whispered softly.

Your eyes widened.

Yoongi kissed you.

You were so shocked that you swore your eyes nearly left your head.

It was a soft kiss, his eyes closed, tilting his head slightly to fit better against yours, pressing you back into your chair. Your head hit the headrest and you gasped, your tongue lightly flicking his lips and they parted, his own tongue sliding against yours, gentle licks, your brain malfunctioning, but body remembering, hands coming up to grab his shirt and yank him closer, pressing back against him. He backed up a little at your suddenness, exhaling hard. Your eyes snapped open, suddenly aware of how forceful you were.

Yoongi looked away, pointed black ears flicking back and forth uneasily.

You kissed your cat. Man. Cat-man.

He’s been a man for not even two days and you just tried to make out with him like a demented beast!

“A-ah, Yoongi, no, I’m so sorry, I-I… please, I didn’t mean to…” you stuttered, letting go of him quickly, but also not wanting to let go, but you should, your hands getting confused by your mental signals, repeatedly clasping and unclasping the pink silk, not realizing that he wasn’t even trying to move away.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” Yoongi said slowly.

You clutched his shirt, staring at your white knuckles, unable to look at him directly.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… you’re so handsome, but I’m your owner… and I cracked…”

“What you are is a desperate, sexually deprived human.”

You jerked your head up, seeing his unreadable expression. “I-It’s been over a year–”

All of a sudden, Yoongi lowered his knee and grabbed you by the ass, scooting you down on the rolling chair. You yelped at the swift movement, gasping as your crotch collided with his thigh, wincing as you heard the squelch of your panties jamming into your soaked core.

Yikes.

Welp, you can’t hide that shit now.

“You like things like this, don’t you?” Yoongi murmured.

Your cheeks heated. “T…Things like w-what…?”

Oh, you knew what. You knew very well what, but you also couldn’t form coherent sentences.

His fingers sank into your ass and he pressed you into his thigh, rolling it into your heat. The whines tore out of your throat involuntarily, grabbing his arm and staring up at him with shaking eyes, seeing his curious gaze looking down at you.

“B-But, Yoongi… I’m your o-owner,” you panted, resolve slipping with every second, your hips already rocking into his thigh, the slippery thin fabric doing nothing to hide his lean muscle, your own thighs clamping around his leg. “I’m supposed to t-take care of y-you…”

And last more than two days, fucking shit, get it together!

But you couldn’t get it together, especially not as Yoongi’s voice dropped to a lower octave, one side of his lips curving upwards.

“It’s a little different now, isn’t it?” he drawled softly, lashes lowering, eyebrows raising, his black hair darkening his gaze. “Since I am now capable to take care of you too.”

You whimpered, losing it.

Just started freely humping his leg, self-preservation completely gone. Did he even know what he was capable of, really? Did he have any idea what he could do? Surely not.

Surely, he had no idea how good he could make you feel.

Yoongi bit the side of his lip, frowning. “How will can I make it feel better? I’m only cop…” He trailed off, furry ears anxiously flicking.

You tugged on his arm, getting his attention. “Angle your leg a little more downwards… Y-Yeah, like that…” He did as you instructed, his thigh now pressing down on your clit and your rocking hips moving faster, clinging to his arm and setting your jaw, moaning at the added pleasure. “A-ah… yeah, fuck… yes, I c-can… like this…”

“You can what?” Yoongi breathed, watching your face closely, firmly holding the armrests of the chair so it wouldn’t slide.

Your head tipped back a little, bucking harder into his thigh, so wet your juices were soaking through your leggings and drenching the pink silk, turning it darker, the strong scent of your sweet arousal clearly evident. Your eyes drifted to Yoongi’s dark orbs covered by black hair, vision hazy, noticing the slight inquisitive upturn of his upper lip. There was no point in hiding it anymore.

“Can cum, Yoongi, fuck, I’m going to cum…” you moaned, inhaling his scent, his presence, saying his name and looking up at him, the stimulation and touch of another enough to get you there, eyelids fluttering as your orgasm swept down, taking you away and filling you with serene satisfaction, crashing waves soaring through you, washing away the sand of your dry spell, a different kind of euphoria than when you were on your own, pulling Yoongi close, kissing him deeply, breathing hard.

“Y… Yoongi…”

“Was it nice?” he murmured. “Was I what you needed?”

“Yeah…” You kissed his soft lips again, semi-breathless. “I–” The wave of guilt came now, your words dropping, brows furrowing, a sharp pang in your chest. Rising, rising. Panic. Yoongi lowered his head, black hair and soft pointed ear rubbing against your eyebrow, nuzzling your cheek. Once. Twice. Again, headbutting you lightly, smoothing the worry away from your forehead, a small laugh bubbling from your throat.

“What are you doing?” you chuckled, patting his arm, smoothing out the wrinkles you had made while furiously humping him. Your eye caught the dark mark now on one of his thighs. Welp. You lasted less than ten minutes.

Pink pajama Yoongi was dangerous.

“You liked this,” he mumbled. “When you were upset.”

You chuckled, instinctively reaching up and caressing his velvety ear. “You were a little smaller then.”

“Only a little.”

He slowed until he came to a full stop, dark eye staring into yours, cheek to cheek.

“I have to look after you, my clumsy human.”

part iv

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#yoongi x reader #jungkook x reader #bts fanfic #bts smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x you #min yoongi x reader #min yoongi x you #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you

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writemekpop · 4 years ago

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Kiss Me Thru the Phone | Byun Baekhyun

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Your boyfriend makes a surprise trip home to see you. Things get hot and heavy... a little too quickly.

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: Premature ejaculation, Sexual content

Gif: @yixingsosweet

The nights aren’t the same when Baekhyun isn’t warming the bed beside you.

“Are you sure you can’t come home for the break?” You bite your lip, fighting back tears.

Baekhyun sighs across the phone. “I don’t think so baby, I’m sorry.”

“Well…” You swallow the lump in your throat. “I should go, it’s getting late.”

“You know I miss you… Call me in the morning. Okay?” Baekhyun pauses, waiting for your reply.

You take a deep breath. “Okay.”

You grab Baekhyun’s pillow and bury your face in it. You breathe in, smelling the faint vanilla of your boyfriend’s cologne.

After a lifetime of tossing and turning, you finally fall asleep – with Baekhyun’s long fingers and pouty lips filling your dreams.

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You peel open one eye and glance at the clock on your nightstand. It’s 6AM.

You groan. It’s way too early to be up.

Suddenly, you realise that you feel unusually warm. Warm and cosy…

It takes your sleep-addled mind a few seconds to realise that… Baekhyun is in the bed with you!

Baekhyun is fast asleep, his arm tucked securely around your waist. You can’t even comprehend how happy you feel right now.

You press your fingers into his soft cheeks, down the straight ridge of his nose, and flutter them over his puffy eyelids.

“Baek? Baby, what are you doing back?”

Baekhyun stirs. With his eyes still closed, he mumbles, “I couldn’t bear to be without you, so I drove home overnight.”

“I love you so much.” Your words get stuck in your throat.

“Shh baby don’t cry, just kiss me.”

You shuffle closer and touch your lips to his soft plump ones.

Your hands, frantic with the need to touch him after being apart for so many weeks, slip under his soft white T shirt. The pads of your fingers hungrily graze the planes of his muscles.

Baekhyun, filled with the same desire, rolls you onto your back. He kisses you with his eyes closed and his mouth open, flexing his biceps to keep his weight off you.

Your kiss is messy, with tongues touching and teeth clashing, but you couldn’t care less. Baekhyun is actually here with you! You still can’t believe it.

“I missed this,” Baekhyun whispers hotly into your ear, his breath tickling your skin.

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer towards you.

You’d be happy to stay kissing like this, as the sun peeks in through the blinds... But you feel Baekhyun waking up in other places too, and suddenly the atmosphere shifts.

The electric tingle of lust courses through your body. Baekhyun rocks his hips against yours, groaning as his pelvis rubs against your core.

You’ve never seen Baekhyun as needy as this before. The time apart must have gotten to him, too.

What was once a warm flicker has raged into a breathless fire. Your frantic fingers dig into his waist.

Baekhyun hooks two fingers into your waistband.

“Can I…?” Baekhyun whispers against your lips.

“Yes, please, yes.” You breathe, barely letting him finish.

Along with the mountain of fleece blankets and plushies, your clothes find their way onto the floor, leaving you both completely naked.

“You’re still on the pill, right?”

“Uh huh.” You spread your legs wide, making room for your boyfriend to settle between them.

Baekhyun slides into you immediately, and you kiss him through his surprisingly loud groans.

He begins to move, and you lift up your hips to meet his.

“Fuck…” His words come out in a jumble. “God, you feel so… I’ve missed this… Oh no! Wait, I-I…”

Baekhyun gasps and freezes.

You flick open your eyes, wondering why he stopped so abruptly.

Just then, you feel warm liquid trickle down your inner thigh. Oh. Now you get it.

Baekhyun hides his burning cheeks by nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “S-sorry, we haven’t done this in ages, and you felt so good and… ugh…”

Baekhyun flops onto the bed beside you. He presses his fingers into his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

You stroke his shoulder. “It’s okay, babe. These things happen.”

Baekhyun’s lips are swollen from his relentless gnawing. “I- that’s never happened to me before.”

“It’s totally normal.” You shush him quietly, stroking his hair and massaging his shoulders.

Your body still tingles with pent up energy, but for now, you’re happy just to lie next to your boyfriend. You have time to catch up.

Baekhyun turns to face you. His cheeks are still flushed, but the mischievous glint in his eyes are back.

“Y/n… Let me make it up to you.” His fingers trace the curve of your shoulder.

You smile lazily. “And how are you going to do that?”

Baekhyun smirks that glorious smirk that sends your heart swooping. “I know exactly how.”

Before you can respond, Baekhyun disappears under the duvet.

The next moment, you feel his cheek on your thigh and his lips grazing against your core. And then oh- you realise what he means.

As the winter sun raises its sleepy head, Baekhyun does make it up to you.

Again. And again. And again…

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takahero · 3 years ago

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in honour of finishing inkspell, here are some basta observations I picked up along the way. also, inkspell spoilers warning! i also have MANY MANY thoughts so i’d love to hear what you guys think to some of the questions raised

“He hadn’t changed: the same thin face, the same way of narrowing his eyes, and there was an amulet dangling around his neck to ward off the bad luck that Basta thought lurked under every ladder, behind every bush.” — pg.138

“Basta’s left hand was bandaged, Elinor noticed when he took his fingers away from her mouth.” — pg.139

“‘I’d have been here much sooner, believe you me, but they put me in jail for a while on account of something that happened years ago. No sooner was Capricorn gone than all the people who’d been too scared to open their mouths suddenly felt very brave.’” — pg.140 (see they never tell us WHY he was in prison, do they? the possibilities are endless. we know he committed atrocious things, like arson, but imagine if he got put in jail for something completely different…LOL)

“‘You wouldn’t believe how often I’ve told him there’s nothing to be ashamed of in going to jail, particularly when your prisons here are so much more comfortable than our dungeons at home.’” — pg.140 (OHHHTMGOD MEME IDEA)

“Basta flung his arm so roughly round Orpheus’ neck that his glasses slipped down his nose.” — pg.141

“‘Hold your tongue, Basta!’ Mortola interrupted him abruptly. ‘You’ve always liked the sound of your own voice.’” — pg.141

“‘Well, Silvertongue, I’m sorry it’s taken some time,’ he said in his soft, cat-like voice.” — pg.180

“‘My son always said revenge was a dish best eaten cold,’ observed Mortola.” — pg.181 (question. did basta find out about mortola’s true identity between inkheart & inkspell? do u think he realised it when mortola cried when capricorn died?)

“Basta passed a finger over his throat and winked at him.” — pg.186 (wink 2 LMAO)

“Basta bent down and picked up a rusty helmet lying at his feet. ‘What do you expect me to say?’ he growled, throwing the helmet back into the grass with a gloomy expression, and giving it a kick that sent it clattering against the wall. ‘Of course it’s our castle. Didn’t you see the figure of the goat on the wall there? Even the carved devils are still standing, though they wear ivy crowns now — and look, there’s one of the eyes that Slasher liked to paint on the stones.’” — pg.190

“‘So Basta was right after all. He’s dead, here and in the other world too.’” — pg.191 (interesting….so Basta knew Mortola’s plan wouldn’t work? he just wanted a ride home?)

“‘I’d really like to know what happened!’ he muttered. ‘I always said Capricorn wasn’t here, but what about the others?…What are we going to do if they’re all gone?’ Basta sounded like a boy afraid of the dark. ‘Do you want us to live in a cave like brownies until the wolves find us? Have you forgotten the wolves? And the Night-Mares, the fire-elves, all the other creatures crawling around the place…I for one haven’t forgotten them, but you would come back to this accursed spot where there are ghosts lurking behind every tree!’ He reached for the amulet dangling around his neck, but Mortola did not deign to look at him.

“‘Oh, be quiet!’ she said, so sharply that Basta flinched.” — pg.192

“‘You’re going to leave them here?’ That was Basta’s voice.” — pg.193 (at first I was like oh so he has a heart….but then he was mean to resa straight after this 🙄)

“‘Sorry, but he must have overlooked me, shut up in that cage as I was,’ purred Basta in his catlike voice.” — pg.377

“‘Wasn’t it Mortola who had you put in the cage to be fed to the Shadow?’ Basta just shrugged his shoulders and flung back his silver-grey cloak. Of course, he had his knife. A brand new one, it seemed, finer than any he’d ever had in the other world, and undoubtedly just as sharp.

“‘Yes, not very nice of her,’ he said as his fingers caressed the handle of the knife. ‘But she’s really sorry.’” — pg.377 (okay so it SOUNDS like he threatened/made some kind of bargain with his knife, but I strongly doubt that considering how afraid he seems of her?? i know he’s technically working for the adderhead but even by the end of the book, it seems he is far closer to mortola than adderhead. what is their relationship? or does he sincerely think she’s sorry/has deluded himself into believing such? UGH SO MANY QUESTIONS)

“Basta had always liked describing his own and other people’s abominable deeds in detail.” — pg.378

“‘But we’re not going to shoot you.’ Basta came a little closer to Fenoglio, his face as intent as that of a stalking cat.” — pg.378 …. living for all the cat references tbh

“‘He wants you to crawl on your belly to him, that’s what our noble lord and master likes. But never mind, he pays well!’” — pg.378 (yes basta all abt getting that bread LMAOOOO)

“He slowly drew the knife from his belt. Its blade was long and slightly curved.” — pg.379

“‘Hey Basta, I know you like the sound of your own voice.’” — pg.379 (AHAHAHAHA HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE CALLED OUT BASTA ON THIS NOW? IVE LOST TRACK)

“With a regretful sigh, Basta put the knife back in his belt. ‘Yes, very well, you’re right,’ he said in surly tones. ‘I need to take my time with this sort of thing. Questioning people is an art, a real art.’” — pg.380 (LMAOOOOOOO HE IS SUCH A DRAMA QUEEN)

“Basta. The same thin face, the same twisted smile. Only the clothes were different. Basta was no longer wearing his white shirt and black suit with the flower in his buttonhole. No, Basta now wore the Adderhead’s silvery grey, and he had a sword at his side. With a knife in his belt too, of course. But he was holding a dead chicken in his left hand.” — pg. 455

“‘Yes, they are!’ purred Basta. ‘The little witch, and the fire-eater into the bargain. It was well worth the wait. Even though I’ll probably never get that damned flour out of my lungs again.’” — pg.455 (ok….so who’s gonna draw basta sitting amongst the flour AAHHAHA)

“‘Servant? Who’s a servant here? Just listen to him. As bold as if he’d never felt my knife! Have you forgotten how you screamed when it cut your face?’” — pg.457 … don’t call basta a servant…..noted

“‘Oh, don’t look so disbelieving, little witch, I still can’t read and I don’t intend to learn, but there are enough fools around the place who can, even in this world.’” —pg. 457 (i wonder how much capricorn influenced basta’s views on reading. because capricorn said that he learnt how to read from a maid, right? so basta certainly wouldn’t have trash-talked reading in front of him. and even after living in OUR world for nine years, I’m still surprised that he never attempted to learn, given how dependent we are on it. anyway my headcanon is that he secretly wants to, but doesn’t want to give others the satisfaction of knowing they have something he doesn’t. also nobody he knows would be willing to teach him (unless he threatened them) bc of his obviously violent and short-tempered nature…and learning requires so much patience. still, though, would love a fic of basta being taught how to read in secret and having some kind of positive interaction)

“‘You’re even more talkative than you used to be, Basta.’ Dustfinger’s voice sounded as if he found this tedious.” — pg.458 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAH IM DYING. honestly the animosity between them was just. A+++

“Basta was in an even worse state. He was sitting close to Mortola, his face so red and swollen that Meggie almost failed to recognise him. But he had escaped death once again. Perhaps the good-luck charms he always wore worked after all.” — pg.526

“The sunlight falling into the room made Basta’s face look like a boiled lobster.” — pg.575

“Basta put his hand to the amulet hanging around his neck. It was not a rabbit’s paw, as he had worn in Capricorn’s service, but something that looked suspiciously like a human finger-bone.” — pg.581 (THIS STILL IRKS ME SO MUCH)

“The Piper straightened his back, as ready to attack as the viper on his master’s coat of arms…He was a good head taller than Basta.” — pg.582 WHY DO I KEEP FORGETTING HES NOT TALL LMFAO

“The two men were standing so close that the blade of Basta’s knife wouldn’t have fitted between them.” — pg.582 HAHAHAJAHAAJAHAHHAAHAHAHAH PKESJENE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH … IMAGINE BASTA SQUARING UP W HIS NOSE JUST SMACK BANG IN THE MIDDLE OF PIPER’S CHEST OR SOMETHING

“The Piper struck Basta in the face so hard that his head hit the door frame. Blood ran down his burned cheek in a trail of red. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. ‘Take care to avoid dark corridors, Piper!’ he whispered. ‘You don’t have a nose any more, but one can always find something else to cut off.’” — pg.582-583 THIS SCENE WAS SIMPLY……CHEF’S KISS

are you serious is he dead??? WHAT. okay I knew dustfinger’s love for farid would be the end of him and basta being the instrument to rip that away from him was totally heartrending. i WISH it had been more climactic? like dustfinger unleashing his fury and fighting basta, blind with anger and grief. THE DIALOGUE POTENTIAL BETWEEN THEM AS THEY FINALLY TALK ONE-ON-ONE, and then some revisiting of the scene where dustfinger has the opportunity to kill basta but AGAIN withholds because killing is not in his nature….THEN MO IN SHINING ARMOUR SWOOPS IN TO DO THE JOB

now, off to inkdeath!

#inkspell #inkspell spoilers #basta #inkheart trilogy #BASTAAAAAA

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majorshiraharu · 4 years ago

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Echoes In My Mind; Chapter 8 - Concerned Commander - Echo x Reader Fic

Previous Chapter

————————————————- Content Rating: Mature+ (18+)

Warnings: Kissing

If there are any warning labels I’m missing, please inform me.

Rendezvousing = meeting up with someone at a location Notes: Y/O/N = Your character's original name (before they went into hiding) ————————————————-

A/N: I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve had this sitting in my drafts for forever, my notes pad deleted most of this chapter and I was struggling with remember what I had written and then I had a bunch of health problems so I’ve neglected this fic :( So I’m just going to go ahead and post this chapter so you’re not waiting 3 more months. Sorry <3

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Rendezvousing with your bounty hunter friend, you catch them up on the plan as they join you walking onboard the ship; you introduce the bad batch to them. They're unsure of if your plan will work but Echo and the others assure them that it will work out, that everyone just needed to stay focused and get in and out as fast as possible, knowing the longer everyone was there the more dangerous it would become. Stealing away Echo for a moment you slid into your room with him, wrapping your arms around his neck as the door closed behind him, running your fingers through his curly black hair. It had grown a lot since you first met him; it was long enough that you could actually pull on it. Your nails brushing against his scalp makes him hum with delight, you ran your fingers around some of the metallic numbs that partly stuck out of his head; you knew he felt pretty insecure about a lot of his mechanical parts. He appreciated you making him feel loved no matter how he looked or what his body was made of. His eyes were closed as he enjoyed you massaging his scalp, your warm breath tickling his skin, a beautiful smile on his face. You press a smiley kiss against his mouth. His hands run along the curve of your spine making you giggle, "Echo," you whispered kissing him, the smiling makes it hard to hold your lips together, opening your eyes to look at him seeing him looking at you. "Do you always watch me when I kiss you?" You laughed, watching a grin spread across his face. "Sometimes, it's hard to take my eyes off of you." "Stop it," you joked, kissing him more passionately, this time he closed his eyes to enjoy the feeling. "I love you," he said as you pulled away, Tech's voice came on over the comm system saying they were getting ready to land. "We should get going, lover boy." He takes your hand in his, opening the door walking back out to the rest of the crew, "Oh, I love you too," you said turning him around to kiss him one last time before both of you walked into the main area. "Getting in some action before our little mission," your friend jokes, making you and Echo get defensive and flustered. "I'm just teasing you," they said, cutting you both off in your nonsensical babbling. "I hate you," you joked, hitting their arm. "Oh, well, I hate you too, that's why I came along on this mission," they teased back making you roll your eyes as you shook your head, trying to hide a grin. "Also, since we need to steel uniforms from the Empire, shouldn't we take off ours?" They asked, looking at the armor everyone was wearing. "Well, take out whom we need and then bring them back here so we can switch," Hunter explained. "I guess that makes sense," they said, tapping a finger against their chin as they thought it over. "We'll be landing on the outskirts, make sure you don't get spotted by any patrols," Tech said landing the ship, "Call me if there's anything you need, Echo should be able to handle any panels you encounter but in case there's one he can hack patch me through and I'll get it." "I'll do my best," Echo said with a weary smile. "You'll be fine, Echo," you say, placing a hand on his shoulder to comfort him, his smile growing as he looked at you. "Crosshair, Wrecker, if we need an extraction, be ready, okay? We might not have much time to escape if something goes wrong," Hunter ordered as he walked to depart the ship. "Understood," they both say, wishing you guy's luck as the rest of you followed Hunter out of the ship, putting on your helmet and drawing your weapons as the four of you snuck through the forest area leading to the base. Avoiding the patrols you radio Tech to be careful, hoping they wouldn't notice the rather large ship between the thick line of trees. — Echo stuck by your side until Hunter ordered Echo to come with him and your bounty hunter friend to go with you, since you and your friend would be stealing uniforms from officers it was best that you go together. Meanwhile, Echo and Hunter got some Stormtrooper armor. Luckily it was easy to find some on their own, quickly taking them out and dragging them back to the ship where they awaiting your arrival. Sadly, things were going as smoothly for you and your friend. The only officers you spotted were hanging out in a group, no way of splitting them up that you could find. It took a while of waiting and a rather uncomfortable conversation between you and your friend, "So you dating that guy or what, I know we haven't talked in a while but I feel like that's some worthwhile news you could have sent me," they teased. "Oh shut it, we're not dating.... besides you could have contacted me at any point and never did." "Geez, no need to get snippy, also you may not realize it, but he's totally got a thing for you, like the way he looked at you." "Yes, I noticed, why do you care." "Ohhh, so you've learned, good to know my teaching stuck with you. I care because you're both adorable and I enjoy teasing you," they replied putting a hand on your shoulder. "Sorry I'm just stressed with this mission and I'm not in a good mood, I don't mean to be snippy..." "I know... so this Commander Cody used to be your friend... any idea why he joined the Empire?" "He didn't choose to join them, he's a clone, they don't give them much choice sadly..." "Oh, I see... Well, he's lucky to have you as a friend, willing to get him out of there." "I don't know, I'm worried he won't come with us." "Why?" "When I spoke to him last, he just wanted me to be safe and take care of the others, I'm just concerned he'll reject our offer so we don't get in trouble." "Well, if it comes to it, I'll happily knock the guy out and take him with us." "What?! You can't just do that!" "Yes I can, just watch me," they teased, quietly giggling to themselves. "Ugh, if you do, he won't be happy." "I honestly don't care I'm just here to help you and get him out of here no matter the means." "I won't let you knock him out, besides there are perfectly good Imperials all around us, have fun knocking them out but not Cody." "But this Cody guy is an Imperial dear..." "I swear I can't win with you." "You did once, and that's why I'm here, and that's also why you're one of my only friends." "You call that winning," you snapped back being sarcastic. "Ah, you're learning young Padawan," they said, showing their admiration for your quick comeback. "Now can we please deal with these guys, the others are waiting for us," you said pointing out two Imperial Officers who just spit off from the group. "Ready when you are, just lead the way," they said, sneaking to closer cover with you. After following them for a bit, they end up in just the perfect place for a quick takedown, knocking them out and dragging them quickly and quietly back to the ship.

"What took you guys so long?" Hunter teased, crossing his arms as he shook his head, Echo bashfully smiling behind him as he finished putting on the Stormtrooper armor. "Got these guys," your friend said, kicking the unconscious Imperials, "They kept hanging out with their little friends so we had to wait till they split off." "Now let's get these disguises on, I'd rather not be here longer than is necessary," you said, helping your friend remove the uniforms, tying up the Imperials before all of you set off. "This armor sucks, I can hardly see anything," Echo scoffed, trying to adjust the helmet. "Yeah, not the idea armor for my kind of fighting," Hunter said. "Ha, we got lucky these uniforms are pretty comfy," your friend boasted. "Just try not to act suspicious," you told them with a grin, earning a laugh from them. As they get to a locked door, the three of you keep watch while Echo works, seeing some Imperials walking straight for you guys everyone begins to panic. "Echo any time now," Hunter said. "He's working on it," you scoffed while trying to keep an eye on those headed towards you. "Even if he gets it, what do we do?" Your friend asked, positioning themselves to be ready for a fight. "Calm down, they haven't done anything yet, just wait," you say looking over at them. "Excuse us, we require your assistance," one of the Imperials says to you and your friend. Both of you look at each other confused, still using your bodies to hide Echo behind you. Luckily they hadn't noticed him yet and were instead focused on the two of you, awaiting your response. "Yes sir, how can we help you," your friend finally replied after looking at their badges. - "Come with us please, there's an error with one of the terminals and we haven't been able to fix it." "Why do you think we can fix it?" Your friend hissed, annoyed that they're bothering you with something a mechanic could easily fix. Suddenly you remember the scans Tech had gotten off the base. If they were talking about the terminal in the main building it would put you close the where Cody was. It would be risky to get to him going that way, hence why the lot of you were sneaking in from a less watched corner, but if they were willing to just let you walk in the front door, why not go? Jabbing your friend with your elbow, you apologize to the Imperials for their behavior, "What terminal requires fixing, and what's wrong with it? I have some experience with those things and can take a crack at it." They look at each other, almost like they were nervous or ashamed, "It's the main terminal, don't tell anyone, but we spilled some caf on it and not it won't start back up." "If you tell anyone you'll regret it, got it!?" The other one said sternly, staring the both of you down, still somehow not noticing Echo who was kneeled down on the ground. - Your friend snickers some before you jab them with your elbow again, glaring at them like your eyes could kill. "We'd be happy to help, and I promise we won't tell anyone," you say saluting them. Turning in their heels, they motioned for you to follow them, talking to each other as you and your friend stayed silent, looking back at Echo and Hunter who were now on their own. "What do we do now?" Echo asked, knowing without the both of you they had no business being in this building and would easily get spotted. "We'll have to just try to get through, you're an arc trooper after all, as long as we can at least find his location we could contact them," Hunter says, looking down at Echo as he finally got the door unlocked. Standing up he realizes something, the Imperials said the main terminal, that was closer to Cody's office, "Hunter, the terminal they're going to is close to Cody's office, if one of them can slip away they could bring him out this way as long as we keep a lookout." "Echo, that's a good idea, now just to figure out how to get one of them out of there." "We could fake it, I know Cody I could easily comm them and order them to his office." Patting Echo on the shoulder for his quick thinking and excellent plan, he agrees. Both of them sneak inside, hiding at the end of one of the halls behind some crates. - After a little meddling Echo finds out how to contact you guys, but instead of calling you your friend is the one who received the call instead. At first, they tried to ignore the beeping and blinking coming from their wrist. The two Imperials quickly look over to both of you, "Aren't you going to answer that?" One of them asked them. "Uh yeah, excuse me a moment." Damn them, they left you here with these two watching over you, making sure you actually were fixing it. Walking out into the hall but still within ear range of the snooping Imperials, your friend answered the call.

"Hello? Who is this?" They asked. "This is Commander Cody, I require you in my office now to discuss some information." "Oh um sir, I'm currently assisting someone with repairs, could it ---" "I said now, get a mechanic to fix the problems unless you've suddenly become one." Good thing the terminal obstructed your face, you could tell it wasn't Cody, assuming it was Echo impersonating him made it hard for you not to laugh. The two Imperials quickly walk out to your friend, with terrified expressions they told them to go, that you could handle the repairs, and it was wise not to upset the commander. "I'll be right there, sir," your friend said before turning off the comm device. "Yeah, best not upset the commander or keep him waiting. Go," one of the men said, almost pushing your friend down the hall. Setting a quick pace, they walk through the halls. They didn't know Cody or Echo well enough to know it wasn't actually Cody. Knocking on the door yields no response from inside, "Kriff, where is he?! This is his office...man, I better not be at the wrong place," they say studying the area, confirming that they were in fact in the right place. "This is my office, are you looking for something?" Cody said, startling your friend. "Blast, did you have to scare me like that?? Oh, um, Commander Sir!" They said, quickly saluting. "What do you want, and who are you? I've never seen you on this base before," he replied. "I'm Y/N's friend, I'm here with a rescue team to get you out!" "I already told her I won't be going, there's no reason for everyone to put their life at risk for mine." He coldly replied, unlocking his office and walking inside. Following him your friend continues to try to talk sense into him, "Look, I don't know you, but Y/N is my friend and I would do anything for her especially since I owe her for saving my life. So can you give me a break and just come with me, there's a ship waiting for you not too far from here." "I'm not going and nothing you say will change my mind, Y/N was - is my friend and I won't needlessly put her life at risk," Cody said in an angry tone crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back in his chair. "Well then, I guess you give me no choice..." They said huffing. "What do you --" before he gets a chance to finish they pull out the hidden blaster and stun him, "You better not be heavy," they grumbled, walking over to drag his body with them. "Echo, Hunter, come in I completed my task," they said over the comlink. "Oh, good work, is Y/N with you, we're covering the hallway here by the exit but not sure how long we can keep this up," Hunter replied. "No, she's still off helping those knuckleheads. Maybe try to contact her, pretend to be the Commander and order her over here, I could use help to drag him out of here." "Wait WHAT — what did you do??" They heard Echo shout. "Please tell me you only stunned him..." Hunter added. "Of course, what did you think I did, I might be a bounty hunter but I'm not going to shoot this guy." "I mean, technically you did shoot him," Echo said sarcastically. "Listen here you, I just stunned him, he'll be waking up in a bit so get Y/N over here to help me." "Copy that," the comm cut out. It had been a few minutes, and still no response, and you were nowhere in sight. Assuming their attempt didn't work, your friend tried getting Cody out of there on their own. Damit he was heavy, good thing they were strong enough to still lift him, draping his arm over their shoulder and grabbing his waist. It took a while, but slowly they got down the hallway, having to duck into cover a few times to avoid the patrols and random Imperials walking about. Luckily, the exit wasn’t far away.

#echoes in my mind #finally updated this lmao #echo x reader #arc trooper echo x reader #clone trooper echo x reader #the bad batch #female reader #use of y/n #chapter 8 #i'm sorry this took so long to post #star wars #the clone wars #the clone wars fic #clone force 99 #clone trooper hunter #clone trooper tech #clone trooper crosshair #clone trooper wrecker

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angst-fairygodmother · 5 years ago

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Fluff you say?? How aboutttt some sleepy affection for Klaus x Reader. One person placing kisses all over the other’s face (or elsewhere lol) in between telling them all the things they love about them? 💛

A/N: So this didn’t quite...stay on track for your prompt maybe? But I think you’ll enjoy it anyway. And it was the perfect thing to write after the last one. Word Count: 1372 Rating: M!

You groaned, throwing an arm across your eyes, trying desperately to block out the light and get even one more hour of sleep.

“Ugh,” you grumbled, finding the pressure of it too uncomfortable to maintain. “Stupid sun. Someone should turn it off.”

You heard a giggle beside you. “I don’t think we can turn off the sun just because it inconveniences you.”

You rolled to your side, burying your face into the neck of the man beside you.

“But I hate it…” you whined.

“I know gorgeous,” he said, and you could hear in his voice that he was still, basically, laughing at you. “It’s not all bad though.”

“Oh really. Tell me Klaus Hargreeves, what could possibly be good about the obnoxious light ball in my face?”

You felt him shift in the bed beside you and he hummed thoughtfully.

“It makes the room quite warm and cozy even though the radiator is broken again. By the way, the radiator is broken again,” he said off-handedly.

“Yes the lack of horrible hissing noises alerted me to that,” you muttered. “I’ll deal with it later.”

“Later. Later is good,” he nodded. “Right now we’re talking about the sun.”

You rolled your eyes. He planted a soft kiss to the tip of your nose and you scrunched it up, making him giggle.

“You look so beautiful right now. In this light, you’re practically glowing. Did you know that?” His voice was light and teasing. “C, the sun woke me up before you and I got to spend an hour just laying here, watching you sleep and marveling at you.”

“When you say it like that, it sounds creepy,” you complained, leaning up to try and kiss him without ever opening your eyes, still resisting the light.

The tickle of his facial hair beneath your lips and the curve of his chin told you that you missed, but you didn’t care, trailing additional kisses upward and playing it off as if you had meant to do this all along. When your lips met, he tried to deepen what you had intended as a quick peck, running his tongue along your lip, but you pulled back, laughing lightly.

You snuggled down again, pressing your face back into the hollow of his throat, breathing in the scent of him with a happy sigh.

His fingers danced at your temple, softly toying with the hair there.

“How is it possible that you’re mine?” he breathed.

“Have you seen yourself, Klaus?” you asked, voice muffled against his skin. “God you’re gorgeous. I’m the one who should be amazed that I have you.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Y/N. You are so far out of my league I’m not sure we’re even playing the same game.”

You cracked an eye open and leaned back to look up at him. “Is that a challenge?”

Before he could say anything, you threw a leg over his hip, using your weight and momentum to roll the pair of you so that he was on his back and you hovered over him. You gently pinned his wrists above his head with one hand, to make sure you maintained total control of the situation.

“Let’s see. Where to start…” you tapped your chin thoughtfully.

You kissed his forehead near his hairline. “Your fancy hair.” Another peck, between his eyebrows. “The prettiest, greenest eyes I’ve ever seen.” You kissed one cheek and then the other. “Your charming dimples.” As you continued to describe him physically, you pressed quick little kisses to what you were describing, finally ending by kissing him softly on the lips.

“Well, you’ve clearly thought a lot about this,” he started before you pressed a finger to his lips, which he immediately tried to bite before you tsked at him.

“I wasn’t done,” you scolded.

He raised an eyebrow but remained silent as you started along his jawline, adding in little nips every few centimeters.

“You always know how to make me laugh. You’re insightful and wise. You see right through me when I try to pretend I’m okay when I’m not.”

Eventually you ran out of jaw and began making your way down his throat, smirking at the way his pulse raced and his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“You don’t hold back. When you do something it’s always at one hundred percent investment. You care about people. You have such a way with names and faces and never forget anyone you meet. You’re magnetic and make people just want to be around you.”

By now you had reached his chest and were using as much or more teeth than you were lips, dragging them along his exposed skin and delighting in the shivers that ran through him.

“When you get excited about something, your whole face lights up. You move like you’re dancing, all the time. You give so much of yourself. There are no secrets with you. But you still manage to surprise me. I swear it’s magical.”

You paused, resting your chin against the soft plane of his stomach to look up at him. He looked back at you, lower lip pulled between his teeth, entire body trembling. You sat there for a moment, waiting to see how he would respond. Which, it turned out, was to whine, a high, needy noise that shot straight to your core. And then rather than continue further downward as he expected, you decided to tease him by starting your wander back up.

“You’re very tall, which is convenient for those upper shelves and cabinets. You’re warm and soft and very comfortable for laying on. You’re incredibly sexy. Especially like this, all needy and wanting for me.”

As you moved, your grip on his wrists began to loosen. Suddenly, you found yourself staring up at him, felt the weight of him on your waist and hips as he pinned you now. You growled at the interruption that his action caused, and he merely chuckled.

“You’ve had your fun, Y/N. Now it’s my turn,” his voice was low, practically a purr, and it sent delicious tingles dancing down your spine.

He chose to start his own teasing by sucking on the sensitive spot where your jaw met your throat, until he drew out the moan that you tried to hold back.

“You’re kind and good,” he said reverently, placing a series of soothing kisses to the bruise already forming.

He jumped down to your collar bone, repeating the process before kissing along the bony ridge. “You see the best in people, all the time. You keep up with me, matching me point for point on everything.”

He planted a series of teasing kisses along your chest, breath ghosting over your sensitive nipple and making you moan again before he pulled back.

“And you…” he swallowed thickly. “You’re…”

He stared down at you, completely lost in you, unable to find the words he sought. You met his emerald eyes and were stunned, knocked breathless by the depth of feeling you saw in them, nearly tearing up at it.

“Fuck. I love you,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you.

Unlike before, there was no playfulness in this kiss, no dance for domination. You had kissed him more times you could count, but this time it felt different, unique. It felt as if your very souls were intertwining as his lips moved against yours, as if you had merged seamlessly into a single being, never the two to part again. You reached a hand up to clutch the back of his head, cradling it and pressing even closer together. His hand, in return, rested against your face, thumb stroking along your cheekbone in an opposite pattern to the way your lips moved together.

Time seemed to stop around you.

Your lungs burned, desperate for air, and still you kept kissing him and being kissed by him.

When the connection broke, he stayed close, forehead pressed to yours, eyes slowly opening to meet yours again. It could have been a second, or a year, or century that you laid like this. You didn’t know and you didn’t care. All that mattered was him.

“I love you too, Klaus,” you whispered when you eventually regained the ability to breathe or think.

#Klaus Hargreeves x reader #Klaus Hargreeves #reader insert #soft #but also sexy #tender romantic borderline smut #The Umbrella Academy #TUA #I might have short-circuited my own brain...

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krystalficloverdh · 4 years ago

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My hero - HE’S DEAD!!!!

Chapter 11

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I’m back.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” All Might shouted as he received a call from the magical device of the guild making the other teachers jump in surprise except Aizawa, he just yawned.

The hero trembled as he saw the name of Gran Torino over the screen of the device.

“Seriously that was too much.” Izuku pouted as she looked at herself in the mirror of her bedroom and covered her face in shame as she remembered that after her make out session with Katsuki, her friends wouldn’t stop making jokes about them all night long. They didn’t do much, just kisses over there and there, some hickies maybe a possible marriage proposal and nothing more. She touched one of the many marks that covered her neck and shoulders as she remembered the feeling of his lips and teeth on her skin last night.

He really likes to bite.

Her thoughts wandered to how it would feel like if they actually do the real thing, she was a virgin but she wasn’t totally clueless, in her previous life she used to read romance novels all the time but what you read between letters can’t be compared to experience. She widened her eyes as she remembered again and had to slap her cheeks to stop herself from going that path, she just needed to get dressed.

She wandered around her room looking for her favorite vest and stopped in front of a small bureau next to her bed where some flowers rested on a vase that Momo offered to make, they were blood-colored amaryllis black pearls. Since the festival ended, a messenger brought her these flowers but he didn’t tell her who sent them and there wasn’t any note attached to them. Every time she looked at them she felt a strange feeling building up in her stomach and when she tried to think about it, her head always ached so she decided to forget about it.

She opened the kitchen’s door a few minutes later to find Katsuki sitting over a table eating an apple and with his typical scowl on his face that turned more soft the moment he saw her enter. “Good morning Kacchan.” She smiled as she took a piece of bread in front of him at a safe distance and stretched her arms after finishing the bread.

“Morning…” He propped his head up on his hand and watched as the cool air and her stretch made her nipples poked out against her shirt. His gaze dropped lower down to her waist, she signed and crossed her arms over her head.

“Uhm, do you have any idea of what our next mission will be?…” She turned to him but trailed off as she found him staring at her intently, she followed his gaze and blushed. She realized that he was unashamedly staring at her exposed stomach now with his arms crossed over his chest. “Oops!” She adjusted her shirt and remembered that she didn’t button her green vest, it was wide open while her shirt was white and her friends could be seen. She bit her lip nervously as she felt how his gaze was like a physical touch, she could feel it on her skin. “So serious.” She teased after a moment.

“Deku.” Katsuki beckoned her closer with a crooked finger. “C’mere.”

“...What?”

“Are you deaf or something?! Come here!”

“Suspicious.”Izuku eyed him somewhat warily and stepped up to him cautiously, she stopped when she was just inches away and squeaked as a pair of legs hooked behind her to push her up against him while a pair of arms hugged her neck. “If you wanted a hug that much you could’ve just said so.” She muttered against his chest after some minutes of silence as he buried his face over her curls. “Repeat after me... Izuku, I want a hug, who would’ve thought that you were such a closeted lowkey hugger.” She smirked.

“You..” He raised his head at that and I smashed her cheeks with one hand.

“Padffn ffm inffolenff.” She mustered between his hand which meant: Pardon my insolence. She pressed her palm over his hand, she slapped it away before placing her hands over his chest and stood on her tiptoes to give him a chaste kiss. “Have I already told you how much I love you?” That made his angry face disappear and his eyes heat. He rolled them over until he was towering over her and with her back pressed against the table, he kissed her with a fisted a hand in her hair. He used the grip to tilt her head to kiss her deeply, she wrenched her mouth away with a gasp and grabbed his shoulders. “Wait! Time out!”

“Argh! What do you mean time out when you’re here seducing me?!” He bit her jawline. “Take responsibility.”

“S-Seducing…What?!” She blushed and looked around, they were the only ones in the entire common floor.

“Shut up.” He groaned as he leaned down and rubbed his nose against hers before pressing his lips tenderly against hers, she raised her hands and curved them around the back of his neck.

“MY EYES!” Everyone’s thoughts rang at the same time as they watched the scene.

“Sorry to interrupt this lovely moment but some of us need that table to eat.” A teasing voice was heard from behind them and the pair raised their middle fingers at the same time while kissing before parting.

“Hosu City?” The group asked as they heard Aizawa explaining the next mission that includes all the class. There have been cases of murders in that city and they are calling for reinforcements to help investigate and patrol the city. They will be distributed in groups headed by teachers and should leave the next day because it is a two days trip, they decided to take the dragons to get there faster.

“It’s good to see you back without those bandages wrapped around your body Mr. Aizawa, Kero.” Tsuyu said and the teacher smiled softly for a second before returning to his bored expression.

“I’m kinda nervous with the murderer thing Izuku-chan.” Ochako whispered to Izuku.

“Don’t worry I’ll protect you.” Izuku winked at her, trying to ease her friend's fear.

“Like a prince, I’ve fallen again.” Ochako teared up and tried to hug her but Katsuki was faster and snatched her away.

“Oh my god! Stop it.” Izuku slapped his hand away and laughed at his face, she looked around her friends and noticed that her knight friend was different than usual, he seemed troubled. “Iida-kun…” She stepped up to him with a worried expression. “You know, if you need someone to talk to...I’m always here, we’re friends, right?” She smiled at him.

“Thank you Midoroya, but I think I’ll be fine.” Iida gave her a fake smile. “See you tomorrow morning!” He said cheerfully and she smiled before taking Katsuki’s hand so they could go to the stables.

Something is up, maybe something to do with his brother…?

Izuku was really worried about her friend, she heard from Ochako before the ball about his brother’s situation with the Hero Killer, after his encounter with the criminal he had to be admitted to the hospital for horrible injuries that almost made him lose his life.

“You’re worried about him too?” Todoroki asked beside Izuku and she jumped.

“...Yeah, he seems off.” She crossed her arms and felt her friends hand over her head.

“Don’t worry too much, he’s a smart guy.” He smiled softly and gave her a side glance. “But, I’ll keep an eye on him just in case.”

“Me too.” They gave each other the thumbs before she reached Katsuki again and took his hand.

“I AM HERE IN A BIZARRE POSITION!” All Might appeared in front of the pair with his head bowed down.

“ALL MIGHT?!/ WHAT THE FUCK?! Izuku and Katsuki jumped back.

“Why such a hurry?” Izuku asked more calmly.

“Come with me for a sec.” He waved at her.

“See you at the stables, Kacchan.” Izuku nodded at Katsuki and followed the hero into a deserted corridor, she frowned as she looked how he was shaking uncontrollably.

“I’ll get straight to the point, I got a call from my late teacher who also knows about One For All.” He turned away from her and placed both hands over the wall.

“Really? Someone that great? Who is it?” She beamed happily, she was actually curious about her mentor’s student years.

“His hero’s name is Gran Torino...Ugh!” He said while his legs started to shake. “He watched the festival and mabe thought that my teaching was inadequate, he went so far by using his hero name…Scary!” He slapped his legs over and over. “Dammit! Stop shaking!”

All Might is seriously freaking out right now, just how scary is this guy?

“Anyways...as your mentor, it’s my duty to train you but if he’s calling, there must be something important for you to see...You should give it a thought considering he knows about you know…” The hero said while slapping his legs again.

“I can pay him a visit before I arrive Hosu City…” She said softly and the hero turned to her with a crooked smile which shocked her.

“A VISIT! THAT WOULD DO!” He handed her a piece of paper. “H-Here is the address.”

“I suppose you’re not going, right?” She raised an eyebrow as she took the paper and read it to discover that it was in Hosu City.

“NO!” He gave her thumbs but was still shaking.

“I’ll go pack.” She snorted and waved at her mentor as she turned around before feeling a hand gripping her shoulder.

“Midoriya, my girl.” All Might whispered to her in a way that gave her chills. “Are you and young Bakugou dating?”

Crap.

“Tell me why we are here again.” Katsuki asked as he looked down at the old house outside Hosu City from Inna’s back, it looked suspicious.

Izuku turned sideways over Inna’s back prepared to jump down. “All Might told me he could help me train my telekinesis abilities.” She reassured him but his snarl didn’t falter, she didn’t like to lie to him but that was the only way for now. “I’ll be finished by night.” She gave him a chaste kiss before jumping down.

“I’ll come back for you after finishing the patrol.” He said and took flight.

Izuku stepped up in front of a cabin, she knocked twice before opening the door.“My name is Izuku Midoriya from UA Guild, nice to meet…” She frozed a she opened the door when she saw a little body over some strange red substance. “AAAAAAAAAAH! HE’S DEAD!” She cried in horror before the man lifted his head with a grin.

“I’M NOT DEAD!” He yelled at her.

“AAAAAAAH! HE’S ALIVE!” She yelled back in shock.

“I was doing my dinner before I fell and made a mess all over the place.” The man stood with the help of a cane. “Who are you?” He scratched his head and she paled.

“I’m Izuku Midoriya.”

“Wanna eat something?” He asked with a cute face.

“Uhm, I think I got the wrong address...Sorry to bother you sir.” She turned around before hearing a sword being sleashed behind her.

“Come at me with One For All with all you have.” A deep voice came from the old man and Izuku widened her eyes as she saw that the semblance of the man changed completely. “I want to see for myself.” The man smirked at her.

“Ohooo!” She smirked back and took out her sword.“I was called along with my friends to help in Hosu City but All Might told me to pay you a visit before that.” She explained as she took a fighting stance. “Even though I’ll be here just for today, I’d like to hear what you have for me...I’ll be in your care!”

The man took a leap and moved around the room before standing over a table. “Let’s get started, you have great control over your swordsmanship so I don’t have to teach you what I know. You still have a loong way to go, I could see the struggle in your body and how it destroyed your hands from the inside.” He looked at her hands and began to roam all over the room.

Izuku’s head was spinning as she saw the little man jumping from different places, she groaned as she felt a jab on her back from the handle of his sword.

“Come on! Just a hit! I can’t believe the ninth holder of One For All is such a wet blanket...All Might is a novice.”

She had to make him stop moving, after some seconds she noticed that he’d jumped behind her twice so she turned on her back to block.

“Analysis and deduction, huh?” He smiled at her and dodged her blow. “But, you’re stiff and you’re thinking too much.” He grabbed her head to smash and kicked her legs so she fell into the ground.

“I thought I had you.” She groaned and gripped her sword handle tightly.

“Your admiration for All Might and your sense of duty are shackles...Villains won’t wait until you get stronger.” He lets go of her and stands up. “Think about it while I get something to eat.” He said and got out of the house.

“A shackle…?” She asked herself as she got out of the house as well and looked up the small market near the house where the hero was buying some food.

How to use this sword like part of her? Like breathing...she has to catch up to the feeling everyone had for sixteen years, after all, just a year ago she came to this world.

“That’s it! Up until now, I have always used it only with my arms...who says I can only use my arms?” She told herself, she looked around and spotted a big rock near her. “I’ve always used my telekinesis with the rest of my body.” She stepped in front of the big rock until she was some a few steps back and swung One For All towards the rock. The rock broke in two pieces, one piece flew into the air, she crouched down, familiar lightning cracked all over her body and jumped. “YES!” She kicked the rock and watched as the rock became small peebles.

“You made me dodge seriously for the first time a while ago.” Gran Torino smirked as he saw her destroying that rock and he wiped the blood that flowed from a cut on his cheek. “This kid might become a monster.”

After a while, Gran Torino entered his house and called Izuku so she could help him with lunch, while they were finishing he asked her about her mission as they sat around the table.

“Yeah! This is it! Get it while it’s hot!” Gran Torino beamed happily as he patted the table and looked at the food.

“Cute.” Izuku’s thought rang as she saw the scene and couldn’t help but to giggle at the gesture before covering her mouth.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing! It’s just…” She looked to the side embarrassed. “Uhm, that was cute.” She said softly before turning back again and she was nice enough not to giggle again at the redness of the man’s ears. “...Sorry.”

He recovered quickly and cleared his throat. “Let’s eat.”

“Oooh! Now that I remember...How was All Might when he was a student?” She asked with curiosity in her eyes that turned into shock as Gran Torino explained the rough training All Might received in his years of being a student.

No wonder he was so scared of you!

Izuku blocked a blow from a sword that slashed at her and again, blow after blow. She looked around and spotted a couch. She rolled into the ground before hiding down the couch, the man stopped in mid air above the sofa and she pushed it against him.

“You got me.” He dodged a swing from her, he moved behind her and lunged at her before she jumped into the ceiling.

“S-SMASH!” She swung her sword at him and he dodged, he pushed her into the wall and she rubbed her back. “Dammit, I’m still lacking.”

“No, you were able to attack me when I was unguarded.” He turned to the window, it was already night and noticed a big dragon outside of his house. “Let’s end this, it seems they came to pick you up.”

“Yes! Thank you so much for today!” She got on her feet and bowed down her head, she got out of the house and noticed that Katsuki was looking behind her. She followed his gaze and found out that Gran Torino was behind her with a suitcase.

“I’ll come with you.”

“Aaaw! Are you worried about me?” Izuku teased the hero.

“I have some business to discuss with Best Jeanist.” Gran Torino ignored her and climbed the dragon.

Cute.

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#katsudeku #bakudeku #boku no academia #mha #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #fem deku #female deku #DADMIGHT #reincarnatedsoul #ao3 #medieval au

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Breathe You in 'Til I Hallucinate (Branjie) - Holtzmanns

Vanessa’s phone vibrates once, twice and she scoops it up, unlocks it to open the conversation and-

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:40 PM): I’m assuming those texts weren’t meant for me?

Vanessa did not just-

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:41 PM): Because we haven’t ever had a round one unless I’m forgetting something?

Shit, shit, shit-

In which Vanessa sends a bootycall to the wrong person, or maybe the right one. She’s about to find out.

AN: Hello, hello, hello! Next chapter of Level Up will hopefully be out next week. In the interim, please enjoy this oneshot that is equal parts smut and headassery. Thank you writ for betaing and continuing to be the best ever.

“I’m horny.”

“First of all, disgusting. Second of all, find someone to help with that problem, ‘cause I ain’t gonna.”

“Ew, Silk, nasty.” Vanessa makes a face at the camera, one that dissolves into giggles when Silky starts to cackle on the other end of the Facetime call. “No thank you.”

“Bitch, who says I offered? Text one of your hoes.”

“Since when do I have hoes?” Vanessa raises an eyebrow, but her thumb is hovering over her phone screen, itching to go towards her contacts.

Kameron’s definitely dating someone now, Monique’s, well - Vanessa’s not going to think about that, and Shea-

Yeah, maybe she can text Shea.

“Bye Silk, imma talk to you later. You got good ideas.” Vanessa hangs up the call as Silky lets out a ‘Bitch, wait!’, already typing out a message to Shea even though it’s been months since they’ve hooked up.

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (7:34 PM): you around the city these days? ‘cause my roommate’s not home and I’m remembering the time you sat on my face like that and then made me cum like 3 times in a row and meet jesus and chile…I need a round 2

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (7:34 PM): u in??? I’ll wear some cute shit for you and everything

Vanessa tosses the phone on her bed after sending the text, rolling over onto her back. She mentally goes through a catalog of the underwear sets she has, too lazy to actually get up and go to her dresser but hey, a girl’s gotta look nice if she’s about to get some.

Vanessa’s phone vibrates once, twice and she scoops it up, unlocks it to open the conversation and-

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no.

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:40 PM): I’m assuming those texts weren’t meant for me?

Vanessa did not just-

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:41 PM): Because we haven’t ever had a round one unless I’m forgetting something?

Shit, shit, shit-

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (7:42 PM): sorry sorry sorry omg not meant for you!!!

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (7:42 PM): fuck

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (7:43 PM): disregard those we don’t have to speak of it ever k good

“Ugh.” Vanessa lets out a groan into her pillow, kicking her legs in the air because god, how the fuck did she accidentally text Brooke instead of Shea, of all people?

She peeks at her phone, trying to ignore the wave of dread that’s spreading over her limbs and chest and ugh, she’s truly a class act at fucking up and…oh.

It’s because Vanessa had saved Brooke’s contact information in her phone as ‘ St. Brooke, ’ as an inside joke from when Brooke had given her a ride a couple months back and Vanessa had thought of creative ways to thank her. It had been funny at the time, in Brooke’s passenger seat. Made Brooke crack up as she switched lanes. But now? When Brooke’s contact is right under Shea’s?

It makes Vanessa want to bury herself in a hole in the ground.

Maybe, just maybe, if Vanessa doesn’t look at her phone, it’ll all go away. Maybe she’s just dreaming. Maybe it really did send to Shea and Vanessa’s eyes are playing tricks on her-

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:45 PM): Are you sure you don’t want to speak of it again?

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:45 PM): Coming only three times in a row is a bit amateurish. I could help you set a new record.

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:46 PM): Unless, of course, you’d rather not…since that text was for someone else.

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:46 PM): Which I’d totally understand.

“Bitch, what…”

Vanessa can feel her face reddening and she’s definitely dreaming now, she has to be, because there’s no way Brooke is texting her that and maybe someone’s stolen Brooke’s phone and is playing a prank on her and in that case, Vanessa’s going to whoop their ass.

Because it’s no secret that Brooke’s fucking hot. Sex on legs, especially when the lot of them go out to the clubs and Brooke wears those skirts that make her legs look a million miles long and Vanessa can’t be the only one staring, definitely not.

But Brooke isn’t into her, that doesn’t make sense, not when she’s never shown any interest. All Brooke does is laugh at Vanessa’s stupid jokes that no one else laughs at, which, Vanessa supposes, makes her nicer than others. But it doesn’t mean that Brooke has eyes on her or anything, not in the least. Not when she doesn’t even bat an eye when Vanessa hooks up with other girls and then regales their friendship group with stories of the previous night.

But there’s always the slightest chance that Brooke’s not fucking with her, that Vanessa doesn’t have to pack up her shit and move to another country and hide from embarrassment, that maybe, just maybe, Vanessa can have the night of her life. And there’s only one way to find out.

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (7:47 PM): my place in 15

Brooke Lynn Hytes (7:49 PM): You better be wearing some ‘cute shit,’ as you say

Either way? Vanessa’s screwed.

She pushes herself off her bed, stumbles to her dresser and her fingers hover over her underwear drawer, because really, what does she wear for an unexpected booty call with someone whom Vanessa has no idea what she even likes? She could go for boxers, for lacy underwear, for a thong, maybe even that babydoll she bought on a whim once when there was a clearance sale…but better safe than sorry. A good old set in a dark colour never hurt anyone, and so the black lace thong and matching push up bra seems as good as any, especially when it makes her tits look good peeking from the robe that she pulls on top, tying it closed.

But once Vanessa’s dressed and she’s checked her hair and makeup in the mirror (satisfactory enough) there’s nothing left to do but pace, because Brooke’s coming over, Brooke’s fucking coming over for a booty call and what the fuck are they even doing? Vanessa’s truly thinking with her pussy, because hooking up with a friend is a bad, bad, idea even if it is Brooke but at the same time…she can feel herself redden just thinking about it.

No matter how much Vanessa wants to deny it, think of it as a stupid idea? She wants it bad.

The loud knock on the door makes Vanessa jump, wipe her sweaty palms on her robe before sucking in a breath, pulling the door open with a shaky hand, and-

“This is some cute shit. You weren’t lying.” Brooke’s voice curls around Vanessa in amusement as she gives her a once over, her eyes lazily trailing up her frame.

Vanessa can feel her cheeks heat up as she takes a step back, letting Brooke inside and ignoring the way her heart is beating right out of her chest. “Not looking so bad yourself.”

It’s true, because the leather jacket that Brooke shrugs off is hot on her as are the jeans that hug her ass and Vanessa needs to stop looking at her ass, she does, but it’s easier than making eye contact with Brooke, who looks all too knowing, all too satisfied as she takes a step closer.

“Want wine or something?” Vanessa squeaks out as she takes a step backwards, the backs of her thighs hitting against the arm of the couch and shit, Brooke’s perfume smells real good.

And it’s hard to think straight, really, when Brooke lets out a small laugh, tucks a lock of hair behind Vanessa’s ear. “Wine? Is that what I’m here for?”

“Depends on what your idea of a good time is.”

It’s funny - Vanessa’s imagined what kissing Brooke would be like before. But this? The fingers already raking themselves in Vanessa’s hair, the way Brooke’s hand is cupping her cheek and tilting her head up, the way Vanessa’s on her tiptoes? It doesn’t even compare to what Vanessa’s pictured. The air in her lungs seems fleeting, and maybe it’s because Brooke’s licking into her mouth and deepening the kiss, but Vanessa’s realizing that maybe she doesn’t need to come up for air, anyway.

Vanessa reaches for Brooke’s belt loops, pulls her closer as Brooke steps into the space between her legs. Vanessa’s not the quietest, but the noise that she lets out when Brooke bends down to press a kiss to her jaw, then another on her neck makes Brooke pull back, a glimmer in her eye.

“Eager already.”

“Shut up.” Vanessa mutters, wrapping her arms around Brooke’s neck to tug her close again. “Come back.”

“As you wish.”

Brooke kisses like she has something to take, tugging on Vanessa’s skin and damn, Vanessa really should have hit her up sooner because she can already feel the way her legs are like jello underneath her. She pokes Brooke’s shoulder when Brooke’s kisses along the curve of her neck become biting, even though it feels better than Vanessa wants to admit.

“If you give me a hickey, bitch, I swear.”

“You’re no fun.” Brooke has a smile playing along her lips, though, before kissing Vanessa’s neck again, but her touch is too light, teasing, barely there along Vanessa’s skin, making her squirm.

“Ugh. You know that’s not what I meant.” But Vanessa’s grumbles don’t last long when Brooke presses a thigh between hers, the rough denim against her skin making Vanessa inadvertently shiver, the muscles of her thighs tensing.

“So grumpy, at a time like this.” Brooke’s gaze is hard for Vanessa to look away from, especially when there’s so much swirling behind her eyes that Vanessa can’t quite decipher but makes her breath hitch in her chest in anticipation. “You always pout when you want something?”

“I’m not pouting.” Vanessa isn’t, not really, though she can’t help the way her lips part when Brooke’s thumb brushes at her bottom lip.

Brooke’s on her way to figuring out the buttons which make Vanessa tick without even having to try too hard, and Vanessa knows Brooke’s the type to bask in it, use it to her advantage. But Vanessa isn’t going to let her, not when she has a few tricks of her own up her sleeve.

Vanessa takes the thumb that’s still resting against her lip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it before letting it go with a pop of her lips. The way Brooke’s eyes darken, the way she sucks in a breath lets Vanessa know that it’s working. She takes a step back just to see what Brooke will do, and it’s Brooke who ends up falling onto the couch, pulling Vanessa on top of her by the ties of her robe.

“Tease.” Brooke murmurs the words while her fingers fiddle with the bow on Vanessa’s robe that’s already beginning to undo.

Vanessa loops the ties of the belt onto her own fingers and tugs on them, the satin of the robe brushing against her skin as it pools around her on the couch. She should be cold, from the way she always cranks up her air conditioning because of how the price is included in her monthly rent, but it’s hard to be when Brooke’s hands are already raking up her thighs, along her hips, bracketing her sides, holding her steady. They’re a necessary anchor against the way that Brooke is looking her up and down like she wants to take her apart, and frankly? Vanessa wants nothing more.

Vanessa tugs on the hem of Brooke’s t-shirt, grunting when it bunches at her midsection. “You’re wearing too much. Off.”

Brooke tugs off her t-shirt, and Vanessa should be embarrassed really, by how her mouth slightly opens, but she can’t help it, not when Brooke’s tits are in front of her and her bra leaves little to the imagination.

Vanessa’s easy to please.

“What, you’ve never seen a pair of boobs before?” Brooke snickers, and Vanessa lets out an offended gasp, poking her shoulder.

“Careful. You won’t see my boobs with that attitude.”

“You’re in a bra right now, too. I can literally see them in front of me.”

Brooke’s grin is cheeky, one that grows when Vanessa pouts, but she’s distracted quickly enough when Brooke’s fingertips start drawing patterns on her ribs, traveling further down along her hip bones. Brooke looks pensive as her fingers tease along Vanessa’s waistband, tracing along the lace and part of Vanessa wants to tell her to hurry it up, speed things along. Though there’s also fun in the anticipation, even though she’s left herself on the defensive - the way she’s trying to hold herself still, not giving in to Brooke’s touch.

Not letting herself fall apart doesn’t mean that Vanessa can’t mess with Brooke, though. Work her up a little bit, too. She pushes her knees further up onto the couch, nestling herself even closer to Brooke and sitting down on her lap so that they’re eye level with each other.

Brooke’s brows raise in confusion when Vanessa laces her arms around her neck. “What…”

Her words cut off when Vanessa presses an openmouthed kiss to the column of her neck, sucking on the skin just for a millisecond, not enough to leave a mark on her skin. She can feel the way Brooke’s breath hitches underneath her, and uses it as a cue to find the sensitive areas on her neck. Brooke’s nails dig into Vanessa’s sides as she kisses down her neck towards her collarbone, the resulting groan that leaves her lips making Vanessa want to squeeze her own thighs together.

But then Brooke’s index finger tugs on Vanessa’s waistband, letting go of it with a snap on her skin before her hand skirts along the fabric and in between Vanessa’s legs. Vanessa has to hold back a noise of her own when Brooke’s fingers trace her folds through the fabric of her panties, and there’s no way that Brooke isn’t able to tell how turned on she is.

“You’re so wet already.” Brooke’s words come out muffled against Vanessa’s shoulder when one of Vanessa’s hands travels down her neck to grab her breast, squeeze it before tracing her thumb around the nipple that’s already hardening under her touch.

“And you’re not? I can see how worked up you are.” Vanessa punctuates her words with another kiss on Brooke’s pulsepoint, her teeth lightly grazing the skin and if Brooke’s neck is marked up when they’re done, it’s not her problem.

Except that Brooke doesn’t seem to be someone who takes things lying down, not by the way that she cups Vanessa’s pussy with her palm, smirking when Vanessa can’t help but grind against it. “It’s cute.”

“You have strange definitions of ‘cute’.” Vanessa pushes off of Brooke’s lap and falls sideways onto the couch beside her, holding up a finger when Brooke opens her mouth in protest. “Calm down. I’m getting your pants off.”

“Prime dirty talk.” Brooke snorts, but it doesn’t last long when Vanessa reaches to tug off her jeans and her panties in one go and it’s a sight, how eager Brooke is to lift her hips up to help her get rid of them.

Vanessa’s ready when she swings herself back onto Brooke’s lap, grazing the inside of her thigh with her nails until Brooke’s squirming under her, trying to maneuver herself closer. The wetness that coats the pads of Vanessa’s fingers when she finally brings her hand to Brooke’s cunt makes desire pool in the pit of her stomach even more, the need to make Brooke fall apart mixing in with the way she feels like she’s on the verge of it, too.

She teases in between Brooke’s folds as she leans down to bring her lips to Brooke’s, the kiss open mouthed and messy and one that Vanessa gasps into when Brooke pushes her underwear to the side, her movements no longer drawn out and lazy.

“Fuck.” Brooke grunts out when Vanessa bites at her bottom lip, tugging on it and it’s almost as if she flips a switch.

Because Brooke’s pushing a finger into her, meeting only slickness and it makes Vanessa gasp, rock against her when Brooke adds another. Vanessa pushes herself against the heel of Brooke’s palm, having to stifle the noise that escapes her mouth when it brushes against her clit. Brooke maneuvers her palm, repeating the motion and it’s hard for Vanessa to think straight, focus on how she’s supposed to be getting Brooke off first, not the other way around.

She pushes through the haze of her brain, the movements of Brooke’s fingers and circles her own around Brooke’s clit, the satisfaction blooming in her chest when it makes Brooke’s movements stutter. Vanessa tries to focus on the circular motions of her own fingers, brushing against Brooke’s clit every now and then to make her shiver, and maybe it’ll work, maybe she’s going to get Brooke to fall apart before she falls off of a cliff of her own.

Except Brooke has other ideas, because she speeds up the movements of her own hand, her fingers curving upwards inside of her in a way that makes Vanessa mewl, her legs already shaking underneath her. She’s not sure, really, how she’s still holding herself up, how her thighs haven’t given out with the sensations that are building and building, getting her ever so close.

Vanessa makes her own movements tighter, faster, too, until Brooke’s panting and grabbing her face for another kiss, one that Vanessa breaks apart as she gasps when Brooke’s palm brushes against her just so . She can see the beads of sweat on Brooke’s forehead, the ways her eyes are squeezing shut, and she just has to hold off a bit longer until-

“Shit, fuck -” Brooke’s words cut off mid sentence as she comes, her face against Vanessa’s shoulder and her hips bucking when Vanessa circles her clit one, two more times, pulling her hand back when Brooke shudders underneath her.

“Cute, as you said.”

Vanessa can’t help but feel a bit of smugness, though it’s short lived because Brooke’s eyes narrow as she catches her breath, her movements speeding up as she pumps her fingers at a pace that leaves Vanessa breathless, trying to orient herself before she’s coming, and the anchor of her arms around Brooke’s neck isn’t enough, not when her legs are about to give out from under her, because it’s too much, too much, but in the best way because Vanessa needs more, wants more.

Vanessa rests her forehead against Brooke’s sternum as she comes down from her orgasm, feeling the heaving of Brooke’s chest underneath her. When she lifts herself up and sits back on her heels Brooke looks as fucked out as she feels, her mascara comically smudging underneath her eyes and Vanessa would feel smug, she would, if she didn’t know that she also looks like a grade A mess. But a look that is absolutely, positively, worth it.

“You’re not going to tap out after one, are you?” The gravelly tone in Brooke’s voice makes Vanessa bite her lip, squeeze her legs around Brooke’s waist because it’s fucking hot, because Vanessa for one is definitely not sated, not yet.

She can take some more.

Vanessa answers the question by pushing Brooke’s bra straps off of her shoulders, pulling it down until she has a free path to trace kisses down her chest, swirl her tongue around a nipple while tracing the other with her index finger and thumb. When Vanessa lifts her face up to look at Brooke, she can see how flushed her cheeks are, how she’s already biting her lip in anticipation. It makes the words that leave her mouth next easy to get out, a challenge of sorts, to see if Brooke can rise to the occasion.

“Not tapping out anytime soon. Bring it. If you can, that is.”

Silky Nutmeg Ganache (10:00 PM): bitch is u dead

Silky Nutmeg Ganache (10:01 PM) was the puss that good it’s been hours

Silky Nutmeg Ganache (10:01 PM): are u still goin at it or did u get kidnapped or sumn

Silky Nutmeg Ganache (10:05 PM): TEXT ME WHEN UR DONE I WANT THE DEETS IF ITS THIS GOOD

Vanessa Vanjie Mateo (1:13 AM): BIIIIITCHHHH

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #lesbian au #holtzmanns

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romanticrising · 5 years ago

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Mine//JJ Maybank x Reader

Request: can you write a fic where jj sees the reader, his secret crush, flirting with someone at the kegger and he gets super jealous so they go back to one of their houses and get it onnnn from @sierra-b

Warnings: smut, basically unprotected sex (birth control doesn’t prevent STDs so use condoms, kids), underage drinking, language, teensy bit of violence, some angst, this is barely proofread so that’s a warning too i guess

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Keggers with the Pogues were, without a doubt, my favorite thing ever. They usually ended with all of us getting blackout drunk and going back to the Chateau to dick around and sleep it off. It also meant I got to see JJ drunk. I’d had a thing for him for a while, and he was a super flirty drunk. Thankfully, tonight some guy was hosting a kegger in the Boneyard. I was in my room, getting changed with Kiara so she could help me pick something out that would turn his head.

“So, how’s it going with JJ?” She asked, undoing one of her braids so she could fix where the strands had fallen out earlier.

I groaned playfully while sorting through the bathing suits I had out on my bed, trying to pick one for tonight. Since Kiara knew about my crush on JJ, she was quick to ask about our relationship whenever she could. Not that much was happening with us. We would flirt back and forth and tease each other with sly comments and semi-accidental touches, but nothing had ever happened between us.

“Pretty much same as yesterday,” I said, rolling my eyes and holding two bathing suits up against each other, comparing them. I had a feeling tonight would be good, and I wanted to take advantage of it.

“You totally have to make a move tonight,” Kiara said. “Come on, you’ve had a thing for him for so long. I know it kills you when you see him with other girls, so either make a move or give him a taste of his own medicine. And if all goes well maybe tonight you guys will—”

“Oh my God, Kie!” I threw the bathing suit top I was holding at her.

“Hey, don’t pretend like you don’t want it to happen!” She threw it back to me. “By the way, you should definitely wear that one if you’re still trying to chose.”

“Thanks.” I dug through the pile again, looking for the matching bottoms. “Yeah, you might actually have a point. Why shouldn’t I flirt with someone?”

“Exactly! Before you know it you’ll have him wrapped around your little finger.”

We burst into giggles as I changed into my bathing suit. The one Kiara told me to wear was a light pink triangle top that tied around my neck and at my back. The bottoms were barely there and tied on either side of my hips, showing off just enough to (hopefully) drive JJ wild.

We met up with the guys at the Boneyard as the party was already in full swing. JJ was where I expected him to be, downing a beer surrounded by people cheering him on. I made my way through the crowd, watching him as he finished chugging it and looked around. The moment he found me his face broke into his heartbreaking, boyish grin that made girls fawn over him. I knew he smiled at other girls like that, but sometimes I liked to pretend I was the only one he gave that smile to.

“Damn, L/N, you clean up nice.” He whistled, winking at me and dragging me into the center of the crowd. He took a moment to look me up and down, studying me. I’d decided to forgo a shirt and just threw on a pair of tattered denim shorts. The bikini I was wearing did wonders for my figure, especially the top, which barely covered my breasts. I watched JJ not-so-subtly check me out, his eyes skimming over the curve of my breasts, down to my waist and back up. I blushed but returned the favor, studying the way his gray muscle tee showed off the definition in his arms when he used his muscles and hinted at his abs underneath. Everything about him was gorgeous, from his messy blonde surfer hair and blue eyes, to the defined musculature of his body.

He shook his head as if to snap out of a trance and turned back to the party around us. That was the effect he had on me— no matter where we were, the minute he focused on me it was like everything else was white noise in the background. He filled a red Solo cup with beer from the keg in the center of the circle and held it out to me.

I took it as he started a chant of “Chug, chug, chug!” Never one to pass up a challenge, I tipped the cup back and relaxed my throat, draining the sour, bubbly liquid from the cup. It burned my throat and made my eyes water as it went down, but I ignored that for the sound of the crowd, now chanting my last name. JJ laughed as I held the cup upside down over my head to prove that it was empty.

“That’s my girl!” He praised, holding his hand out for the Pogue handshake. I slapped his hand back in the pattern our crew had made up a long time ago and he laid his arm across my shoulders, pumping his free hand in the air. He let out a whoop, shaking out his hair. God, he was hot.

We made out way out of the crowd and to where John B, Pope, and Kie were sitting on some logs around a fire pit. She raised her eyebrows at the sight of JJ with his arm around my shoulder, but I shook my head. It was just a friendly gesture. He didn’t mean anything by it. Right? She wrinkled her nose in response and nodded at someone behind me. I nudged his arm off of me and turned to see who it was.

Kie had been motioning to a Kook I’d seen before but didn’t really know because he didn’t hang out with the really obnoxious Kooks like Topper and Rafe. So, he was the ideal guy to make JJ jealous. I nodded and waved bye to the boys, making my way over with the excuse of getting more beer.

I slid my way between two girls and the Kook in question, grabbing a can of beer in the process and downing as much of it as I could. He turned around when I tapped his shoulder and didn’t even try to hide the way his eyes went straight down to my breasts. Ugh, what a douche.

“Hey,” he slurred. Oh, great. A drunk douche. Even better. The things I do for love.

“Hey yourself,” I said, running a hand up his arm. He watched my hand, smirking. I fought the urge to look over my shoulder to see if JJ was watching us.

The Kook licked his lips. “You here alone?”

“Maybe. Would it matter if I wasn’t?”

“Babe, I don’t care if you’re dating the fuckin’ President. Let’s get outta here.”

He took my hand and led me out of the party. I looked back over my shoulder to see Kie giving me two thumbs up and JJ glaring at the guy. Kie mouthed something to me that I didn’t quite catch but I took it as support and followed the Kook into the sparse woods that started where the beach ended. He leaned back against the first semi-secluded tree he found and pulled me closer by my waist.

I wasn’t nearly drunk enough for this but nevertheless I ran my hands up his shoulders and linked my arms behind his neck.

“You know, you’re pretty hot for a Pogue.” I almost slapped him for that but I decided it wouldn’t exactly help me if I was trying to seduce him. Just this once, I let it slide.

“So are you, for a Kook,” I retorted, struggling to keep the edge from my voice. But, he was too drunk to hear the insult and just laughed instead. He dipped his head down and I met his lips with mine. I threaded my fingers through the Kook’s hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He tasted like beer but I could feel the alcohol I’d shotgunned earlier already fogging up my head so I barely noticed it. I broke the kiss for a moment, spinning us around so I was pinned to the tree. I caught his lips again in an open-mouthed kiss that was a little too messy to be pleasant but we separated, laughing.

“Do you wanna go back to my place and—” He never got to finish that sentence because JJ came out of nowhere and punched him hard in the head. The Kook stumbled back from me, swearing.

“Get the fuck off her!” JJ yelled at the Kook as the Kook scrambled to get back on his feet.

“What the hell, man!” Just as he managed to get back on his feet, JJ shoved him backwards. I regained control of my senses and grabbed JJ’s arm.

“JJ, stop! He wasn’t doing anything wrong!” I pleaded with him, hoping for once he would listen to me. He tried to pull his arm away but I held on.

“Like hell he wasn’t.” He turned to the Kook who was already trying to take advantage of JJ’s momentary pause to get away. “Do you think it’s funny to mack on my girl like that?” He kicked dirt in the direction of the Kook.

“Oh my God! What is your problem? We were just making out!”

“You!” JJ finally succeeded in pulling his arm away from me. I balked at his statement. What was he talking about? “You are my problem. You can’t just flirt with me and then go mack on some Kook like its nothing!”

“So you’re allowed to sleep with any girl but if I so much as kiss another guy you go beat him up?” Everything was spinning so fast in my head, and the beer was not helping. I tried to be mad at him for his hypocrisy but I kept getting stuck on things he had said. He’d called me “his girl” twice today, once as a compliment, but just now to the Kook… that was definitely a loaded statement.

“If you hadn’t noticed, I haven’t done that in a while!”

I laughed as a reflex, trying to hide the embarrassment I was feeling. This was really not how I wanted tonight to go. I thought it was a good idea to kiss that guy to see if it would make him jealous, but it seemed like I had succeeded only in hurting his feelings. Wait a minute.

“Are you jealous?” I asked quietly. JJ froze and for a moment I got a glimpse of the vulnerable side he hid behind sarcastic humor and feigned disinterest. He quickly recovered but I’d seen all I needed to. It felt like a million fireworks were going off in my chest. He actually liked me. JJ Maybank, one of my best friends, the guy I’d had a crush on for the past two years, liked me too.

Playfully, I punched his shoulder. “I like you too, dumbass.”

JJ let out a sigh of relief and ran his hands through his hair. He caught my hand and wrapped one arm around my waist, cupping my face with his other hand. He traced my lips with his thumb, searching my face for any sign of apprehension. When he found none, he leaned forward and kissed me hard. I kissed him back, feeling like very nerve ending in my body was on fire. I pulled on his hair and he let out a low moan, pushing me against the tree. We separated for air and he leaned his forehead against mine.

“My place is closer,” I panted, running my hands down his chest. He held my face in both hands and kissed me quickly before dropping his hands again and grinning.

“Wow, didn’t know you were the kind of girl to take a guy home on the first date.” He meant it as a joke but I could tell he wanted to go back to my place just as much as I did.

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes.

“Make me,” JJ retorted, planting a kiss on my neck before lightly biting on my skin. I gasped, feeling shivers of pleasure skitter up my spine. He moved away so he could look me in the eyes. “Now you’re the one who needs to shut up. We’re not supposed to mack on other Pogues.”

John B: the world’s biggest cockblock. “Fuck the rule. Let’s go.”

I followed JJ through the woods as we made our way back to my house. It would’ve been faster but we kept taking stops when one of us would want a kiss from the other and we would stop to make out before we realized we really didn’t want our first time together to be against a tree.

My parents weren’t home thankfully because the first thing JJ did when we were inside the door was push me against it and run his rough hands up my body. Our lips met in a passionate kiss that had me tugging at his shirt, wanting him to be wearing way less clothing. He laughed at my haste and tugged his shirt off, tossing it somewhere on my floor. I ran my hands over his chest like I had been wanting to do for so long. He trailed kisses along my neck, leaving love bites along my neck and collarbones. His hands went around my back and he pulled the string on my bathing suit, untying it and sliding it over my head. He let out a soft “Fuck” when he saw my breasts, running a hand through his hair.

I pulled his mouth back to mine, battling his tongue for dominance but not trying too hard. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them against the door above my head. He kissed down my chest until he reached my breasts and proceeded to bite on the skin there, avoiding my nipples. His tongue lightly brushed my nipple and I whimpered, pulling on his hands. He used his other hand to cup my other breast, massaging it and pinching my nipple as I moaned, not caring who heard. I could feel my arousal pooling in my bikini bottoms, which turned me on even more. JJ finally bit the nipple he had been teasing and I cried out, arching into him and struggling once again against his hand.

He switched which hand was holding my wrists hostage to continue his treatment on my breasts once again, kissing the one he’d been fondling before and vice versa. By the time he was finished, I was beyond turned on and soaking through my bikini bottoms. He let go of my hands and I pulled on his hair, crashing my lips into his. After I broke away, I led him down the hall to my room. I kicked the door shut behind me and pushed him onto my bed. He kicked his shoes off and chuckled as I undid his shorts, pulling them down along with his boxers. His cock sprung out, already rock hard and leaking precum at the tip.

JJ groaned as I stroked his shaft, lightly scratching it with my nails. I pressed kisses along the underside of his shaft, teasing him like he had done to me. When I got to the tip, I swiped my thumb over it to collect his precum and licked it off my finger. He groaned again, tossing his head back and clutching my sheets with his fingers. The sight of him completely at my mercy gave me pause for a moment, before I surprised him— and myself— by taking him into my mouth and slowly opening my throat to completely encompass him. He lazily bucked his hips up, forcing his dick further into my mouth and activating my gag reflex.

Tears pricked at my eyes but I bobbed my head up and down anyway. His hand fisted my hair into a ponytail, moving my head further down around him and moving his hips up to meet me. I groaned against him which caused JJ to moan out as well.

“Fuck, baby, that feels so good,” he said through shallow breaths. His voice was raspy with need and the ache between my legs throbbed with every pulse of his hips. I could feel him twitch in my mouth, so I pulled my mouth off him with a pop. He moaned in protest. With a smile, I straddled his hips and leaned down to kiss him, running my fingers through his hair. Soon enough, he flipped me around and unbuttoned my shorts, sliding them off my legs. He rubbed me through my bikini bottoms, chuckling when he realized how wet I was for him.

“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll forget all about that Kook, okay baby?” He didn’t waste any time removing my bikini and running a finger through my wet folds, licking my arousal off his fingers like I’d done to him.

“Please, JJ, I need you,” I begged him.

“Shit, babe, alright. Do you have condoms?”

“Its fine, I’m on birth control.” JJ grinned at that, stroking his cock a few times before lining up at my entrance and pushing into me. We both moaned at the sensation and he gave me a few moments to adjust before he started thrusting into me at a constant pace, picking up speed as he went.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned. “I bet that Kook couldn’t make you feel this good.”

I moaned at his words, wrapping my legs around him to pull him closer. As soon as I did that I felt him hit a part of me that made my eyes roll back as I whimpered his name. I dug my nails into his back, leaving deep scratches that would show everyone tomorrow that he was mine. The knot in my stomach clenched as he kept up his pace and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer. When I told him as much, he groaned and snapped his hips into me harder than I thought possible. I knew he was good in bed, but not this good. I’d never felt such intense pleasure.

“JJ, fuck, I’m gonna—” I never finished my sentence because my orgasm hit me almost out of nowhere. I clutched at his shoulders, kissing him as my legs shook and the tension in my stomach unraveled. He came a moment later, moaning against my lips. He thrusted a few more times as we rode out our highs, then pulled out and grabbed a towel from my bathroom. JJ helped me clean the cum off my legs and pulled his boxers back on, tossing my blankets aside as I searched my room for a pair of underwear and a large shirt. I crawled into my bed beside him and he wrapped me in his arms, kissing the top of my head.

“We should do that more often,” he remarked, rubbing my back softly.

“We really should,” I agreed.

The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was JJ’s whisper of, “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

#jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #x reader #jj maybank smut #outer banks #outer banks imagine #obx #obx netflix #outer banks fanfiction

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tempting-plush-redlips · 5 years ago

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Park Seo Joon: Elevator Fantasy

Walking into the elevator together the sexual tension between us was unreal. The most unexpected things kept happening with me tonight. Me and Seo Joon went to the same kick back with friends after months of not seeing each other since the Pandemic had happened. I had always had a crush on him since the day I met him but he didn’t know that. At the kickback we kept locking eyes and at one point I caught him staring at my ass and biting his lips. He pulled at his pants and scooted down trying to hide the fact that he was horny. He noticed I saw him and he quickly looked away turning bright red. Ugh how I wish I could walk over and just sit in his lap but I acted like I didn’t see anything and we continued to play games with our friends. Towards the end of the get together we all started to help pick up the place and Seo Joon headed outside to take out the trash. Of course, I followed him because after seeing the way he looked at my body my lady part was throbbing thinking of what he would do to my body. Sheesh. He heard me behind him and this is when the unexpected things started to happen.

Seo Joon: Oh whats up Y/N?

Y/N: Oh nothing, you had just forgotten the other trash bag and I brought it out

Seo Joon: Oh my bad!

Y/N: No its totally fine😊

Seo Joon:*coughs and gets nervous* So how have you been with all this crazy bs going on?

Y/N: I’ve been okay I guess just missing being with friends and having physical contact with people.

Seo Joon: Yea same here its been hard. I actually was going to text you so we could talk but I guess I was too nervous to

Y/N: Really why were you nervous? You shouldn’t feel nervous when you talk to me. I’m so chill.

Seo Joon: Oh no yea you definitely are chill and I love talking to you! I guess I kind of started realizing my feelings for you once this whole pandemic started. I haven’t been able to get you outta my head

Y/N: *bites lip* Oh really? I didn’t know you found me attractive. (I started moving closer to him)

Seo Joon: *sees me coming closer and gulps* Yea I just guess I started liking everything about you a while back and my feelings just kept getting stronger. I’ve been longing for you every day now. I really can’t lie about that.

Y/N: Seo joon ah

Seo Joon: *Looks down embarrassed* MMMM yea?

I coudln’t take it any longer I lift up his chin and go straight in to kissing his plush lips. They were as soft as they look and he made me wet just by his kiss. His big hands slowly went around my waste. He pulled away for a moment and whispered, “ Are you sure about this?”. I looked at him, “of course I am, I want to feel you inside of me, You are so sexy.” I could feel him getting turned on. His tongue was feeling all around my mouth when I pulled away a little and softly bit his bottom lip. That set him off. His hands went down my back and quickly to my ass where he rubbed and then slapped it. He picked me up and carried me over to the bench outside where he sat down and I was on his lap. I started grinding on him slowly to where I could fill his bulge. He was as big as I imagined. I wanted to taste it so bad to where my mouth started watering for it. He started breathing heavy and moaning every time I lifted my ass and sat it back down on his dick. He couldn’t take the teasing anymore and neither could I. He whispered in my ear “let’s go to the elevator”. We went quickly inside …my heart about to burst out my chest. Once we got to the elevator it was already opened and He grabbed my waist and pulled me in the elevator quick not even looking to see if anyone was around. I had a short dress on, so it was easy access for him. It hugged my curves witch he caressed and started kissing on. He licked down my neck and to my chest while grabbing my ass. I took off his shirt and gasped at how sexy he was. His abs were perfect and his body was so fit. His body was so perfect. He grabbed my face and went back to kissing me.One hand came up to my breasts and grabbed it while the other hand went behind my neck and pulled my hair back while he sucked and bit on my nipples. He grabbed me by the waist and pushed me on the wall. He slowly picked me up and then put me on his shoulders to where my lady part was in front of his face. He dove right in and we both started moaning uncontrollably. He came up for air and said, “Damn Y/N you taste so good baby girl”. That made me spill a waterfall. He set me down and I started licking down his neck and then to his abs witch he moaned in satisfaction. Before I could go down on him he lifted me back up and started kissing me. He was too horny to get head he just wanted to be inside of me.He then aggressively turned me around and bent me over while still having one hand caressing my breast. He slowly penetrated me and started stroking me. It went slow at first because I was so wet and warm that he didn’t want to cum too quick. He sped up the pace to where I was yelling his name and a moaning hot mess. He had to put his hand on my mouth so I wouldn’t be so loud. I felt myself Cumming and told him I was close. He told me “No not yet” as he slapped my ass hard and pulled my neck to him in a choking position to where he could go deeper in me and pound harder. I couldn’t wait any longer and I had to cum. He moaned when he felt my juice and it made him go faster. “Baby can I come inside?”, Seo Joon said. I said, “Yes daddy fill me up.” He came and we both fell on each other from exhaustion. “Round 2?” Seo Joon said with a smile.

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thomastair · 7 years ago

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“We have to be quiet.”- haline for the prompts, thank you

Helen was sitting on the foot of her bed, the blue coverlet rumpled from her hasty movements. She smoothed the front of her pajamas and fussed with her hair, combing it twice before she achieved an attractively tousled look. Her pulse thrummed nervously.

The windowpane squeaked as it slid up. Helen turned just in time to see Aline poke her head over the sill. Helen jumped up a bit too fast to help Aline into the moonlit room.

Aline was a little breathless from climbing the wall. Her black hair was pinned back impeccably, her eyes twinkled mischievously in the darkness.

“You have no idea how hard it was to sneak down here.” Aline said. “I had to dive behind a bush when I saw Maryse Lightwood coming.”

Helen shushed her frantically. “We have to be quiet.” She whispered, wondering if Aline had ever actually snuck into someone’s bedroom before. She brushed that thought off as unhelpful. The light from the demon towers filtered in through the curtains as she twitched them closed.

“Okay.” Aline whispered back, crossing to the bed and sitting down gently. She was wearing jeans and an impossibly soft looking sweater.

Helen sat down awkwardly beside her. She had no idea how this was supposed to work. What happened when you snuck your girlfriend into your room in the middle of the night? “Sorry, it’s just, my family doesn’t know that you’re here.”

Aline rolled her eyes. “Obviously, or I would have knocked on the front door.”

Helen bit her lip. “Oh. Right.”

Their knees bumped, tendrils of warmth threaded their way to Helen’s chest. Aline looked partially amused and partially nervous. Helen watched her throat move as she swallowed. The space between the two of them suddenly felt like too much.

Aline moved first, gripping Helen’s shoulders firmly. Helen was barely aware that she gasped softly when they kissed.

Aline’s mouth was purposeful and warm. Her lips moved slowly, undoing Helen with each firm press. Aline’s scent was everywhere, the scent of old books and the mint shampoo she used. Helen felt intoxicated by the sheer novelty of a girl kissing her, in her room, in the dead of night.

Helen found herself pressing closer, moving her hands to undo Aline’s perfectly neat hair. The other girl sighed against her mouth and Helen felt heat course through her, gathering low in the pit of her stomach.

When they pulled away it was for the quickest of breaths. Both of them were gasping as if they’d run a long distance. Helen’s heart was beating rapidly.

“Did you put on strawberry lip gloss for me?” Aline murmured against Helen’s lips. Her breath was hot.

Helen felt herself blush, glad that Aline couldn’t see it in the dim light. “Maybe…”

Aline kissed her again. Hands sliding on the bare skin under Helen’s pajamas. Helen tried to mirror her intentions, pulling Aline’s sweater up and over her head, revealing the sports bra underneath.

For a moment she stopped and stared at the smooth planes of Aline’s skin. Black marks edged the curves of her ribs and hipbones. Helen’s throat went dry.

And then Aline was pushing her onto her back and into the covers, kissing down the line of her throat. Helen’s hands trailed down the ridge of Aline’s spine before gripping the waistband of her jeans. The weight of Aline straddling her was something she could definitely get used to.

The light flickered on, blinding Helen in a burst of white.

“By the Angel!” A voice shrieked.

Aline jumped away from Helen as if she’d been burned, retreating to a corner of the room. She wrapped her arms around her exposed torso and stared stubbornly at the ground. Something about her looking so scared and vulnerable made Helen’s heart twist.

Helen glared at her younger brother, Mark. He was standing in the doorway with a mixed expression of shock and delight at having caught his older sister. Helen made steady eye contact with him, trying not to look embarrassed.

“What do you want pest?”

Mark stuck his tongue out at her. “I was going to ask you if you’d seen my stele, but apparently not.”

Helen glared at him some more. “Why do you even need your stele at midnight?”

“None of your business.”

“Ugh. Just go back to bed.” Helen groaned, trying to tell Aline through eye contact that it was okay, that it was harmless, that Mark was totally cool with them being together. Aline was still fascinated by the carpet.

Mark shot her a stink eye and raised his voice. “Daaaadd!”

Helen rushed towards him, not knowing what she intended to do, just know that she needed to shut him up. “I’ll kill you.” She hissed at him. “I’ll actually kill you!”

Aline meanwhile, had grabbed her sweater and leaped straight out of the window, unpinned hair flying haphazardly behind her like a banner. Helen listened for a scream of pain, but none came, which meant Aline had landed safely.

She had managed to get Mark in a headlock. His blond hair got into her mouth and she choked and spit. “You little demon!” She shouted. Mark squawked and flapped his arms like a wounded duck.

Their dad came running, thundering into the room with a sword in his hands, his hair sticking up in all directions. “What’s wrong?” He yelled, evidently ready for battle. He scowled at the two of them when he realized nothing majorly life threatening was taking place. “It’s the middle of the night! What’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Helen said, giving Mark a hard pinch. He yelped in pain. Andrew Blackthorn gave them both a suspicious look. Helen smiled guiltily, pinching Mark again.

“Nothing.” He muttered. Helen grudgingly let him go. He shot her a superior look and rubbed his neck.

Andrew shook his head. “Good. Now go to sleep. It’s too late for this sort of thing.”

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korean-hellhole · 7 years ago

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Bubble Tea.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Fluff/New Years Eve

About: It’s New Years Eve and there’s only one person Kim Taehyung has his eyes on...his extremely drunk best friend.

Word Count: 1k.5

Date: 03 January 2018

A/N: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TAE AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR FOR EVERYONE!!

Taehyung grinned with affection as you jumped up and down, shouting the wrong lyrics to the song blasting from the speakers. It was New Years Eve, and Taehyung had decided to drag you, much to your annoyance, to a house party that stank of fruity cocktails and sex.

“I love partying as much as the next guy does, but I don’t think dancing around in a stuffy room full seniors is a good way to start the year.” You remembered saying as you rolled your eyes, sipping on your bubble tea and fought to urge to give in when the brown haired boy pouted…Yet here you were, four hours later in Kim Namjoon’s penthouse, holding a red plastic cup in one hand while dancing and singing loudly to a song you’d never heard before.

“Come on Tae~~ Loosen up! You’re so uptight, you look like someone shitted in your pants.” Chuckling at your choice of words, Taehyung shot you a knowing look. “Well I was planning on going all out tonight…But seeing in what state you’re in, I suppose I’ll be the designated driver.”

You sulked, the boy’s eyes softening at the sight of your adorable pout when the endearing moment was interrupted by you as you threw the red cup over your shoulder, ignoring the yelp as the liquid contents spilled onto a girl behind you, before lacing your fingers behind his neck. Oblivious to your best friend’s flushed cheeks, you swayed to the beat of the music as Taehyung’s eyes widened when your body was pulled flush against his and he fumbled to place his hands on your waist every action filled with nervous hesitance.

He still remembered when the two of you had met just a few months ago, and smirked as the boy recalled how hostile you had been towards him then. (Y/N), it was a name everyone in your high-school knew; you were loud, outspoken and totally, wholly and down right eccentric to the bone, with your quirky outfits and mismatched sneakers, walking down the school hallways with those large round lunettes that only you seemed to pull off, you were an exact female version of Taehyung.

And you know what they say… “If two suns existed, they’re bound to clash against each other.”

…

And that’s exactly what the two of you did.

It had all started with bubble tea.

Taehyung stepped into school, taking in the familiar grey lockers and bleak walls as he grinned in greeting at the classmates he found wandering early in the morning down the corridor.

It was the start of the senior year and the brown haired boy was determined to make it memorable. No fights, no after class detentions, no school karma. A perfect beginning to a perfect school year.

He readjusted the strap of his backpack when he rounded the corner, his confident strides attracting mass attention. As soon as Taehyung pivoted to the left, he crashed into a body, yelping in surprise before his eyes widened when he saw who he had bumped into. (Y/N), she was in his year, the boy recalled, the two of you had never spoken during all of his high school years but he knew exactly who she was; cute and bold...yet infuriatingly obnoxious, it was impossible to not be aware of your presence on school campus.

“Yah! Watch where you’re going!”

Snapping his attention towards the girl in front of him, Taehyung fought off an amused smile when he noticed how she wore a black sneaker on her left foot and a white one on her right, before his eyes lifted up to (Y/N)’s white panda shirt and the huge green stain, realizing he probably was the one who caused it.

You had been having a bad day up till now, despite how early it was, you were already annoyed when you’d arrived to school and having bumped into someone, spilling your drink onto your favorite shirt was definitely not helping your dampening mood. Glancing upwards, you watched as the brown hair boy stared at you intently and your eyes softened, thinking he was about to apologize.

“Ah, I’m so-”

Taehyung’s apology faded away into silence as his gaze landed on the drink you had bought, most of the contents had disappeared into the fabric of your shirt but he could clearly see the dark spheres floating around in the pasty green liquid. A surprised snicker escaped his lips and you narrowed your eyes in annoyance, “Is that bubble tea? I didn’t think anyone still drank that.”

Blood rose to your cheeks and you squeezed the transparent plastic cup so hard, it bent under your death grip, glaring at the boy with the boy with the boxy smile from behind the black framed, round lunettes.

“Excuse YOU? You spill my drink onto my shirt and yet have the nerve the insult my bubble tea without apologizing?! Ugh, I don’t even want to drink this anymore thanks to you.”

The situation was so ridiculous it made Taehyung laugh out loud, attracting attention from the other passing students. Hearing your spiteful words, he lifted his hands in surrender, secretly enjoying the furious look on your face. “Alright, alright, I’m sorry, love.”

Readjusting the strap of his backpack one last time, he snatched the bubble tea from your hands and continued walking down the hallway, smirking when he viewed your endearing scrunched up features. “W-What do you think you’re doing?”

The way your voice wavered slightly made Taehyung laugh again, the clear sound echoing through the walls and he took a sip of your drink, savoring the green tea flavor. “You said you didn’t want your bubble tea anymore remember?”

It took you a moment to register the absence of that annoyingly cheeky boy and you immediately turned on your heel, running off to catch him. “Yah! You aren’t getting away that easily you thief! You rascal!

Come back here!”

Taehyung was brought back to reality soon enough, the sunny school corridor mirage fading back into the dark flat when your chin rested on his shoulder and you leaned closer to him, your lips brushing against his earlobe as you whispered the lyrics hotly into his ear.

“(Y/N)...” The boy groaned, gripping your waist almost desperately and you fought back a teasing grin when your hips slowly ground into his, taking pleasure in how he sucked in his breath. Maybe it was the rush of adrenaline the music gave you, or the alcohol you had consumed before that made you so bold, but either way, you continued swaying gently against his body.

“10 SECONDS UNTIL NEW YEARS GUYS!”

You pulled away, Taehyung releasing his hold on you as the two of you glanced around to watch the people rush around, murmuring excitedly over the music as they looked for someone to kiss at midnight.

TEN!

Turning his attention back to you, Taehyung was surprised to see you stare at the floor bashfully as you played with your own fingers before gazing up at him, your eyes meeting his and the boy’s heart skipped a beat.

NINE!

It was as if there was a magnetic pull between the two of you as Taehyung’s breath stuttered, your gaze was hot and intense on him, making him feel as if he were burning up.

EIGHT!

He tried to say something. Anything. Yet the words seemed to fade into thin air when you stepped closer to him...So close he could smell the vanilla scent of your hair and his eyes shyly averted yours, falling down to watch your lips curve into that adorable smile he loved so much.

SEVEN!

The shouts increased like the thick tension in the room and Taehyung realized with a start; there was nobody else he wanted to kiss more than you. You, (Y/N), his quirky best friend with the mismatched sneakers, the girl who now stood in front of him, so drunk she wouldn’t remember anything the next day, the girl who stole his heart from the moment you’d glared at him with a green bubble tea drink in your hand.

SIX!

FIVE!

FOUR!

THREE!

TWO!

ONE!

Determination pumped into his veins when the clock struck midnight and his arms reached out to you.

But it was too late.

Because your lips were already on his. You snaked your hands into his hair, pulling him closer as you tugged at his brown locks, and the boy groaned at the pressure, snapping out of his daze and kissing you back. His arms wound tightly around your waist, tasting your vanilla lip balm and the fruity cocktail you had downed before.

He bent you slightly backwards, his right arm leaving the curve of your waist to place his hand behind your head, supporting your weight as his tongue swiped across your lower lip, begging for entrance and you gladly obliged. Taehyung was in heaven, his heart was pounding loudly against his ribcage as he molded your lips against his, again and again.

You tore your lips away from his reluctantly and you gasped for air, your chest heaving. Your eyes glanced up to your best friend’s and let a small smile grace your lips. “What a great way to start the year huh?”

Taehyung laughed, leaning forward to rest his forehead on yours. He was happy, the boy thought to himself as he silently wondered how lucky he was to have met you, before flashing you a bright boxy smile.

“You can say that again, love.”

It had all started with bubble tea.

Bonus Scene:

“By the way, (Y/N)-ah.” Taehyung started, his dark eyes trained on you as the two of you remained wrapped in each other’s arms, swaying to the soft lull of the background music.

Humming softly, your arms hugged the boy’s torso tightly and turned your head slightly so your cheek rested against his chest instead. “Yeah Tae?”

“How drunk are you right now?”

You made a face, leaning backwards so you could match his stare before breaking into a teasing smile.

“Drunk enough to know a hangover is waiting for me tomorrow. Not drunk enough to have kissed you without wanting to?” [A/N: CONSENT IS IMPORTANT KIDS]

Taehyung grinned down at you and you swore your heart melted into putty, blaming your flushed cheeks on alcohol.”

��Well that’s the perfect amount of drunk.”

“Damn straight.”

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pjbehindthesun · 7 years ago

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chapter 2: the tick, the duck, and the cat

Sat, June 9th, 1990

“…hey, are you locked out?” a hesitant voice travels down the dim hallway of my floor. How long have I been standing here, staring vacantly at my own front door? Long enough to raise the suspicion of a well-meaning neighbor, at least. I can’t see his face from here, but the voice and the outline are enough to identify him as the guy in #46.

“Oh, uh, no…”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” That’s a lie, but I’m not about to explain the truth to 46, so I wave awkwardly at him as I key into my apartment. I’m not really one for getting to know my neighbors anyway, except for Lucy, and I’ll tell her about it tomorrow, maybe. The truth is I’ve been standing out here and mentally kicking myself in the ass for picking this pointless fight with Alex. It really wasn’t fair of me. He was never going to go. He would have hated the whole day, and he definitely would have hated Chris. There’s no way I would have enjoyed such a nice conversation with that charming near-arsonist if I’d been shepherding poor, grumbling Alex through the woods. So maybe the whole fight was a win-win in disguise. Hey, look, I found a silver lining. Gotta remember to tell Lucy, she’ll be so proud.

The apartment is dark and quiet, and the clock on the VCR tells me it’s 11:24. Can’t blame him for not waiting up. I leave my muddy hiking boots on the towel by the door and make my way to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

The bedroom’s dark too. The lanky heap of boyfriend seems not to have woken up, so I pad across the rug and slip under the quilt behind him.

“You’re home,” he slurs.

“Mm-hmm, sorry I woke you.” I snuggle a little closer to the familiar curve of his body, finding my place and pressing kisses onto his back. “Hey listen, about today –”

“Forget it.”

“Forget it?”

“Yeah. It’s fine babe, forget about it.” He turns over and props himself up on one elbow, and I can just make out the outline of his face but not his expression.

“You sure? You’re not still mad?”

“Nah.” He brushes my arm with the back of his hand.

I cock an eyebrow, not that he can see in this darkness. “'Nah’? Seriously, that’s it, ‘nah’?”

“What, you’d prefer another fight?”

“No, no… I just… I figured you would still be mad, that’s all…” I mean I’m not going to complain about the lack of the usual silent treatment, but… “what’d you get up to tonight?”

“Oh, went over to Brian’s for a while, hung out with him and the guys from work. Usual stuff.”

“Oh good! So one of these days I’m actually going to get to meet these guys, yes?” I give him a gentle shove in the chest.

“Oh yeah, definitely, definitely. So did you have fun?”

“I mean, yeah, of course. It was a gorgeous day for it.” I venture a peck on his lips, but he dodges and wrinkles his nose. “Wha -”

“Ugh, gross Cora, you smell like moss. How do I know you’re not all covered in ticks and shit?”

Okay, now I know you’re over it, you adorable asshole. “I swear on a stack of Bibles, I am not all covered in ticks and shit,” I struggle to keep a straight face.

“Your Bible pledge is worthless and you know it, you heathen,” he glowers, “and that, right there, that looks like a tick…” he stabs at a spot on my shoulder with his finger. “Hmmph. Freckle.”

“Okay. Stack of textbooks, then. Tick-free zone.”

“What about this one?”

He prods a couple more freckles, muttering to himself, occasionally glancing disapprovingly at me as I barely manage not to crack up. Soon his search moves down across my chest, and his head disappears under the blanket.

“And you expect to identify arachnids under cover of darkness how, exactly?” I giggle as his pokes tickle my belly.

“You’re right. Better switch investigation methods.” He starts kissing a line down my stomach, across my hip, down my thigh, and suddenly I can’t remember what we fought about or why…

*** Sun, June 10th, 1990

Definitely this dress for work tomorrow, the light gray one. It’s still totally professional, but it hits in all the right places, and Jake… Jake’s been stopping by my desk a lot more lately, even though the main billing desk in the hospital is nowhere near his rounds. I almost had the courage to form actual words last week when he brought me a coffee and asked me how I was doing. Maybe this dress will help me feel ever-so-slightly less pathetic and actually answer him if he tries again? Maybe?

Fuck, is this really the only light-colored piece of laundry in the entire apartment? Really? I have to do an entire load of laundry just to feel confident enough to finally talk to Jake tomorrow? Fuck that, I won’t accept defeat, I’m calling upstairs.

“Hello?”

“Hey lady! How was the hike?”

“Lucy! You’re not going to believe what happened, you’re gonna freak out.”

“Wait, what? Why?”

“I should make you guess…” the mischief on Cora’s face is thick enough to be heard through the phone line, so whatever it is, it’s good.

“Haha oh fuck you… hey before I forget, do you have any white laundry that needs washing? I was gonna run some but I don’t have enough to justify sacrificing quarters.”

“Uhm, let me check…” I hear her rummaging around. “Yeah, actually, I could scrounge up some stuff, between me and Alex. Thanks!”

“Okay, I’ll be right up, I’ll try to come up with some good guesses on my way.”

I grab my laundry basket, tossing my keys and coin purse in, and head out the door and up the stairs to Cora’s. Okay, what happened to her in the woods? Did she… find magic mushrooms and trip her brains out? meet and outrun the Green River killer? somehow convince Alex to go hiking with her this time? Honestly, the first two are more plausible…

“Oof! Hey, easy –” I hear a man’s voice say, presumably belonging to the person I just slammed into at the top of the stairwell while I was totally lost in thought. I send my laundry flying in my futile effort not to tumble back down the stairs, but I can feel myself falling back over the top step in slow motion – fuuuuck… so this is how it ends, at the tender age of 23, scrambling like Wile. E. fucking Coyote over a cliff’s edge – when a hand grabs hold of my arm and snaps me back into the hallway.

“Close one! You okay?”

I look up in the direction of the question and see a scruffy blonde guy, much taller than me, still holding my arm with one hand and a basketball with the other, standing amid a mountain of laundry and wearing my tiniest pink gym shorts draped over his head like a headscarf and a pair of bright green panties on his shoulder. I officially wish I’d fallen to my death.

“Yes! I’m okay! I’m okay, thank you… uh, I think those are mine” I stammer as I reach out to grab my stuff, but he’s faster. He lets go of my arm to pull my laundry off with a chuckle, tossing it into my basket and then straightening the bandana he has holding back his long hair.

“Yeah, lime green’s just not my color,” he says with a little laugh. Okay, so now that my shorts are off his face I can see that he’s completely gorgeous too, and my humiliation is complete. I can feel myself blushing madly. I try for some words, but all that comes out of my mouth is a crazy-sounding and high-pitched giggle. I busy myself with re-filling my laundry basket to avoid looking at him, and he stoops down to help.

“What’s your name?”

Underwear Guy is asking you a question. Think. THINK DAMN IT. What is your name?

I squeak out, “L … Lucy. Lucy Rosenfelder.” Oh good, actual human speech is returning.

“Well, that makes me Jeff. Ament. Number 46.” He points his thumb back over his head in the direction I was originally going, before our collision. “You live on this floor too? Don’t think I’ve seen you.”

“No, I live downstairs, third floor, I was just visiting my friend down that way –”

“And doing their laundry? Man, I’ve gotta have a talk with my friends, bunch of useless fucks.” He grins as he gently tosses my plastic rubber ducky coin purse back into the basket. God why do I have to be such a child? All of my possessions have decided to embarrass me today. They must be unionized.

“Ha – no, just throwing a couple things in together. Friends don’t let friends waste laundry quarters, right?” god why do you have to be such a dork? stop talking stop talking stop talking he must think you’re a total loser.

But he smiles at me again. It’s a really good smile. It’s warm and easy and wholesome in an all-American sort of way, but his eyes gleam with trouble. Somehow all the jitters vanish when he’s smiling at me.

“Ooh, so you’re a responsible type,” he teases, “just say no… to half-empty washing machines! Well, I think we got all of it, unless I’m wearing a rogue bra in my hair or something…” he combs his long hair with his fingers, and the flush creeps back up my face.

“SoJeffwhatdoyoudo?” Please talk about anything but my underwear.

“Oh, I work over at the Raison d’Etre, you know, the cafe? Living the dream.”

“Hah, aren’t we all.”

“And your dream would be…?”

“Well, it’s definitely not medical billing. And yet.”

“And yet.” he chuckles, smiling that warm, knowing smile at me again. His eyes are this amazing gray-blue, like a veil of rain I want to run right into. I scramble for something to say so I don’t stare too long and make him think I’m a total weirdo.

“So, uh, if the dream isn’t espresso, then what is it?”

He looks down at his basketball and fidgets with it a little. “Uh, well I play bass, but, I think –” he turns around at the sound of a door opening behind him.

“Luce? Is that you out there? Did you get lost??” Cora laughs, before noticing Jeff. “Oh, uh, sorry to interrupt…” she grins wickedly and disappears back inside.

Jeff turns back to me with a sly smile and clucks his tongue. “Cinderelly, Cinderelly… better let you get back to those chores…” there’s a little gravel in his voice every now and again, just the smallest rough scrape when he trails off, and it makes me want to lean a little closer every time I hear it.

“Jeff, it was nice to meet you, and, uh, thanks for saving my neck…” I hold out my hand awkwardly and he takes it in his to give it a shake. Big hands, warm and calloused. I’m in no hurry to let go, and it seems he isn’t either.

“Anytime, Lucy. It’s, uh, it’s a nice neck.” He cocks an eyebrow and before I can get my bearings, he’s off down the stairs. How is it possible I’ve never noticed this guy all the time he’s been Cora’s neighbor? Oh, right, Cora…

She had left the door ajar for me, so I walk in without knocking and see the usual scene: Cora sitting at the kitchen table behind a mountain of books, Alex on the couch with his hands fused to a Nintendo controller. He calls “hey Luce” without even glancing up from the screen, but Cora’s trying (and failing) to hide her smile behind a wall of red hair as she feigns maximum interest in her beaten-up copy of Advanced Soil Mechanics.

“Oh hey Lucy!” she’s going for a surprised look but she sucks at lying. “Make a new friend out there?”

“Just getting to know your neighbor, you should try it sometime,” I sneer back, dropping my laundry basket and heading for the fridge to steal a beer.

“Who, the blonde guy? Ugh, tell him to fuck off with his fucking music, would you? Do you have any idea what it’s like to try to work with Dee Dee fucking Ramone down the hall?” The lump on the couch chimes in.

Cora bites her lip and nods dutifully in agreement with Alex, not that he notices, but stands up to grab a beer with me in the kitchen and whispers, “well, I mean, I actually like the soundtrack…”

“The view’s not bad either, you ever met the guy?” I reply in a conspiratorial whisper, Underwear Guy’s eyes still swimming in my head.

Cora shakes her head quickly with a significant glance at the back of Alex’s head. “Hey let’s get you that laundry,” she says, and she’s pulling me down the hallway.

Once we’re in their room with the door shut, I pounce onto her bed and take a sip of beer while she rummages through the hamper.

“Hey, sorry, I wasn’t trying to get you in trouble…”

“Oh no it’s fine, he’d just be an asshole about it.” She shrugs it off, but fuck if she’s not right. “So? Tell me everything?” she grins expectantly at me, obviously trying to change the subject, so I fill her in on my encounter with Jeff.

“Hahahaha oh my god Lucy, it figures that would happen to you!”

“Ugh, shut up, why?”

“Shyest girl I know, literally throwing her panties at a musician?” her grin is pure evil, and she dodges as I toss a pillow at her head. “So on a scale of one to kill-me-now, how embarrassed were you?”

“I wanted to throw myself back down the fucking stairs!”

“Oh, come on,” she parks on the bed and nudges me, “I bet it was fine, you guys looked like you were having a nice talk when I saw you, no underwear anywhere.”

“By then I’d collected it all, it was only my self-respect I lost.”

“You’re too hard on yourself, Lucy. You’re gorgeous and I bet he didn’t mind one bit. Didn’t look like he was suffering when I saw you…”

“Well, he was a gentleman about it. You really haven’t ever talked to him? He’s so nice.”

She’s grinning at me with amusement in her eyes. “Not much, no, just in passing. Like last night he said hi as I was keying into the apartment.”

“Oh yeah! So what will I not believe about this hike of yours? Alex didn’t actually go, did he?”

“No, come on, of course he didn’t. We fought about it” – uh huh, and water is wet and bears shit in the woods – “but it’s probably for the best he didn’t come with me.”

“Why?”

As she tells me the whole story, I can see why she’s glad Alex stayed home. He’s a jealous prick on a good day, I can’t imagine him tagging along for that encounter.

“So did we get you enough laundry? What did you so desperately need to wash anyway? All your stuff’s bright colors…” she roots through my laundry basket… “ah hah! The Jake Dress!” she holds it up, looking as triumphant as a cat who’s caught the fattest mouse.

“It is NOT the Jake dress!” I try to snatch it out of her hands but she bounds off the bed and waves it at me. “I mean, okay…” to be honest, until she mentioned him I had totally forgotten about Jake, Jake who?

“I knew it. You’re so cute. Own up to it, Luce, you look super hot in this dress! I bet Dr. Hottie thinks so too.”

“Ugh, well first of all don’t call him that” – I swat at her head and she ducks – “and secondly it’s the only thing I own that doesn’t make me look like a beanpole, you’re lucky you’re short.”

“You’re insane, you know that? You’re literally the classic American girl next door. I’m sure Jeff thought so and I know Dr. Hott–” I give her my best death glare “– I mean Jake agrees, why else does he loiter at your desk to flirt with you all the time?” she trails off with Cheshire Cat mirth spreading across her face.

After we make plans for our next movie night, I collect the laundry and wave goodbye to Alex, who mumbles “seeya Luce” on my way out the door. Once I close the door to #41 behind me, I can’t help but glance down at #46. I know he’s not home now, but I wonder when he’ll get back. I wonder if he’s wondering about me too.

#behind the sun #chapter 2 #jeff ament #chris cornell #pearl jam #soundgarden #fanfiction #fanfic

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ofwolvesandshatteredshields · 8 years ago

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A Pirate’s Life

Hello! I got a prompt for comfy and casual trans nudity at the beach so here is a fic about Fenris where he is trans. Also feat. a lil bit of the fenhawkes and Isabela in a starring role. Largely SFW.

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Isabela splays her legs on the sand and tips her head back, knocking it against the spindly trunk of the small tree under which they have all taken shelter. “If we’re going to be here for hours, the sea could at least cough up a bloody breeze.”

Fenris grunts in agreement. The tree is sparse and barely higher than Hawke’s head, and it provides minimal relief from the blazing sun. He’s beginning to wish the pirates would show up and steal Lord Ronfort’s shipment just so he could kill them and then go back to Kirkwall and lie unclothed on the stone floor of his shuttered house, which is at least slightly cooler than the surrounding air. But the sea stretching out in front of them is empty of ships.

Aveline dips her canteen back in the water barrel and chugs from it. “It’s only a couple of more hours until sunset, I think,” she says, wiping her mouth.

Fenris doesn’t know how she’s surviving in full plate armor. He’s in a breastplate, gauntlets, and leather and even that is extraordinarily uncomfortable. Hawke takes a drink as well. “Maybe we can just leave and hope no one shows up,” he mumbles.

“Oh, no. I am getting the other half of my fee,” Isabela says. “Ugh, Maker’s balls.” She shoves a hand up her shirt.

“Oh, for—do you have any decency?” Aveline grumbles.

“Give me a break, would you? There’s so much sweat under my tits I could swim in it.”

Fenris shifts slightly. His own problems are not quite so bountiful as hers, but they remain.

Another moment passes. Fenris squints up at the scrawny tree with its dozen green leaves, utterly still in the windless air. Then Isabela declares, “That’s it,” and rises, undoing the clasps on her shirt.

Aveline sighs. “And Isabela’s getting naked in front of everyone again. Must be Tuesday.”

“Excuse you, I work very hard to get naked around other people at least twice a week. Usually it’s in a different setting, though.” The shirt is off with the brassiere on its heels. “Ugh. All this thing was doing was getting sweaty, anyway.”

“Are you going swimming?” Fenris asks.

She shrugs. “It’s shallow here. Think I’ll just wade.”

“Hm.” Fenris starts unbuckling his gauntlets.

Hawke glances up the shore, uncertain. “But what if the pirates come?”

Isabela shrugs. “Stabbing someone while naked really isn’t any different from stabbing them when you’ve got clothes on.”

Fenris isn’t too worried. The greatsword tends to make enemies leery of getting anywhere near him. He places his gauntlets on a rock, followed by his breastplate. His shirt he hangs from the frail tree, beside Isabela’s boots and underclothes.

“Hey, Hawke, hand me the sun oil, would you?” Isabela asks.

Hawke digs it out from his pack and hands it over. That’s right. The sun is blazing, and Fenris would rather not burn. But Isabela’s using it first, and she pours a small pool of the clear liquid onto her hand and starts rubbing it into her neck and chest…

She’s doing it on purpose. It’s obvious from the first. Her motions are languid and casual in appearance but her sideways glances are not. Hawke is at least trying not to stare; Fenris tries as well, sort of, but Isabela has already offered to bed him at least a half-dozen times so she won’t mind, surely. He stands there, half-aware that one of his trouser legs is still on.

Aveline’s mouth is slightly open, her attention utterly captured. Isabela moves on to her stomach and hips, then picks up the bottle and shakes it a little. “Aveline, would you get my back?”

Aveline takes a stuttered step forward, then lifts her hands. “I’m wearing gauntlets,” she says, and while she attempts exasperation Fenris knows he hears a little bit of disappointment in there. He quashes a grin as he hangs his trousers and underclothes.

“Pity,” Isabela sighs. “Hawke, could you do it?��

“Right!”

She pours some onto Fenris’s cupped hands first. He applies it to his front with much less ceremony than she did. From his left he hears, “Ooh, your hands are so big.”

“D’you need help, Fenris?”

Fenris glances over. “Yes, please.”

The next thing he feels is Hawke’s hands on his back. They are big, and calloused with his years of farm work and training with daggers. Fenris ducks his head, certain he’s blushing. But there’s a smile on his face that just won’t go away. Hawke rubs the oil into him slowly but firmly, and Fenris finds himself squeezing his thighs together, bare toes digging into the sand. He blinks, a little alarmed. Now is certainly not the time to be thinking about such things.

“All done,” Hawke announces at last.

Fenris relaxes a little and glances over his shoulder. “Er—thank you.”

“Anytime.” Hawke gives him a soft smile.

Fenris decides he should probably be going to join Isabela, who’s already ankle-deep in the surf.

He jogs over the sand not because he’s in a hurry but because it’s hot and burns him. When the sand darkens with the wash of water he slows, picking his way over pebbles and pale grey snail-shells, strands of mop-like seaweed mushy under his feet. Isabela waves at him. “Watch where you’re stepping!”

Fenris sloshes into the water. It’s crystal-clear, shimmering over the sandy bottom. “What should I be looking for?”

Isabela crouches, frowning, and then plucks something out of the water to show him. “These little buggers. They’re sharp.”

It’s a shell, probably, long and rectangular and slightly curved. “A razor clam,” Isabela tells him. That makes sense—the shape reminds him of a straight razor. She heaves a sigh, flinging it behind her. “My first mate lost three of his toes to one of those once.”

Fenris lifts an eyebrow. “He did?”

“Maybe.” She gestures. “Come on, let’s go.”

Together they wade out. The water is cool but not cold, and Fenris welcomes it as it rises up his legs—tickling just a little, that and the floating bits of seaweed brushing by. The relief from the choking heat is not immediate but comes over him as slowly as the rising sea.

It is indeed shallow here, and by the time the water’s up to their thighs they’re already thirty yards from shore. Isabela stops, shading her eyes as she gazes out over the glittering water; she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “Would you smell that fresh salt air?”

It certainly smells better than Kirkwall—better even than the beach, with the rotting seaweed sitting in the sun. Isabela takes a few more steps out, the water just barely reaching her lower back. “Oh, I miss the sea.”

“You’re standing in it,” Fenris remarks.

She shoots him a look over her shoulder. “You know what I mean. Being on the ocean in a ship of my own, nothing but water for miles and miles, and you with only your wits and a sturdy vessel and a crew who prefer drinking to following orders…”

Fenris comes forward as well, a wave gliding past him and brushing his navel. “It sounds dangerous.”

“Well, of course. What’s life without a little danger?”

“A little danger, perhaps. But I think I prefer solid ground.”

“Oh, you’re no fun.” She fixes him with a thoughtful gaze. “Say, Fenris, when I get my own ship.”

“Yes?”

“How would you like to go raiding with me? Just for a month or two.”

Fenris snorts. “I do not think I would be able to contribute much. My sea-legs are poor.”

“All right, how about just a trip? I’ll take you to Antiva.”

Fenris cocks his head, considering. He has been to Antiva before, but he was hunted then. “I…maybe.”

“Excellent! I’ll hold you to that.”

“To what? I said—“

“Too late! We’re going.” She grins, smacking him in the arm. He cannot help but grin back.

They stand there quietly for a few moments. This far out there is a slight breeze, and Isabela opens her arms wide to accept it, closing her eyes. Fenris can’t think of another time when he’s seen her so relaxed—no arched eyebrow, no coy smile. “If I may,” he says.

She glances over. “Hm?”

“Why do you…do that?”

“Do what?”

“You…what you did on the beach. As an example.”

“Oh! Show off my tits?”

Fenris chuckles. “Yes, I suppose.”

“Everybody’s so repressed about all this sex business. It’s just more fun to be open about something you enjoy instead of stuffing it down all the time. And, well. Everybody loves making people’s jaws drop.”

“Not everybody,” Fenris mutters.

“Right.” Isabela nods, giving him a knowing look. “But I bet I can name one person whom you wouldn’t mind getting some stares from.”

Fenris flushes. “I—it’s complicated.”

“Be that as it may, you should have seen his face while he was massaging that oil into your back.”

“He was not massaging—“

“Totally smitten. Plain as day. There’s nothing to worry about on that end. Mind you, I was staring a bit as well. You are a very good-looking man.”

Fenris looks down at himself. He’s never connected the word good-looking with his own body.

“Listen, I know you’re moony over Hawke too, but—“

“I am not moony over—“

“—if you want to let loose a little in the meantime, my door is always open. It doesn’t have to be anything deep and meaningful. Just, you know.” She shrugs and smiles a little. “Fun.”

He sighs. “I am flattered, Isabela. But…I do not think I will take you up on your offer.”

“Ah, well, it was worth a try. Especially after seeing you take your clothes off again.”

Then Fenris starts as Aveline appears to Isabela’s other side, stark naked, arms tucked around her chest. Her skin is still flushed with the heat. “Good afternoon, you two.”

Isabela gasps. “Aveline! I knew you’d do it! I could hug you right now!” And indeed she opens up her arms, and Aveline puts on a disgruntled frown but accepts the hug without complaint.

“Hawke’s staying.” Aveline jerks her head at the shore.

“Ooh, did he do your back too? Did those big, manly hands rub that oil all over—“

“For Andraste’s—Hawke is my friend! I don’t think of him like that!”

Isabela shrugs. “He’s my friend too and I think of him like that all the time.”

They don’t talk much, simply enjoying the cool water and the light sea breeze. Aveline remarks that she didn’t grow up on the sea and finds it a little frightening still, and that sets Isabela off on a string of stories that Fenris thinks are meant to reassure her but often end up affirming her fears instead. A flock of seagulls wings past, crying out cacophonously, and he smiles up at them, shading his eyes.

“—and then the boat tipped over sideways, so we had to climb up on it and I stood on the keel until it flipped back while the wind was trying to push me off—“

“You told me sailboats were safe!”

“They are, that’s what I’m telling you! We flipped it right back over and went on our way! We even found Norman, he lost his grip and floated off while I was standing on the keel.”

“You found—was he still alive?”

“Of course he was! After we got the water out of his lungs.”

“I am never going on a boat with you. Ever.”

“Oh, please, you’ll love it. Fenris said he would come. Didn’t you, Fenris?”

“I believe I said ‘maybe.’”

“Ugh, don’t either of you ever have any fun?”

“Yes, but I prefer to do so without risking life or limb, thank you very much.”

“That’s the exciting part, though.” Isabela sighs. “Oh, the pirates will probably be here in a few minutes, by the way.”

Fenris whips around and finds Aveline has done the same. She squawks out, “What?! There’s no ships!”

“The seagulls.” Isabela waves a hand. “They all took off from the north. There’s a nice little cove that way, good for landing. The pirates might have snuck around so we wouldn’t see them coming.”

“Oh, blast it,” Aveline mutters, and start making her way toward shore as fast as she can.

Fenris follows, struggling through the hip-deep water. Isabela huffs out a sigh and comes along behind them. “I told you, stabbing people naked really isn’t that hard.”

Fenris has enough time to clothe himself and get his breastplate on before Hawke’s whistle sounds. Aveline is clothed but no more; her armor is somewhat more complicated than his own. Isabela puts on her underclothes but only does up one of the clasps on her shirt in what Fenris suspects is a statement of sorts.

They fight off the pirates. Nobody gets hurt (except the pirates). As soon as everyone’s who’s supposed to be dead is dead, Isabela’s clothes start coming off. “Now I’m all sweaty again! Ugh.”

Aveline’s qualms seem to have disappeared completely, because Fenris turns to find her following suit. An excellent idea. He unbuckles his breastplate and places it on the rock again, then glances over his shoulder. “Hawke?”

Hawke is cleaning off his daggers but looks up. “Hm?”

“Would you care to join us?” he asks, and undoes the first button on his shirt.

He feels a bit of Isabela’s influence in the smile he gives Hawke, who only stares at him for a moment. Then—“Oh!” The daggers are quickly discarded. “Well. Why not?”

Fenris grins. Maybe there is something to what Isabela says about fun.

#da2 #fenris #trans fenris #isabela #fenhawke #dragon age fanfiction

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rainbowserenity · 8 years ago

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Prompt 2 because you deserve more otp after the accident D:

“I keep telling them we’re not dating, but they keep telling me friends don’t normally make out when drunk.”

RFA: I apologize for making this all serious and mildly angsty. Straight up silly fluff is not my strong suit. My vision of the OTP is also not… very straight up fluffy, so I apologize for that in advance :P

Oh, and also sorry again RE: quality. I somehow ended up writing this at 7am again (in one go no less) so um…. oops

The first time it happened, it was an accident.

They were in this weird kind of party that Fang insisted that they go to, Sazh had been seriously told by a teenager Dajh that he should go hook up because that’s what Dajh expected of him, Noel was too curious about actual contemporary drinks and Serah/Yeul just wanted to see him drunk, Snow and Vanille were terrible human beings at suggesting terrible drinking games, and Hope was absolutely too worn out from his day’s work to put up any reliable counter-stupidness rhetoric - basically a bunch of really dumb things happened and before she knew it someone (Serah?) had shoved her onto the dance floor and there were voices calling for people to kiss the person right next to them, like really kiss them, show them your true colors and the full curve of your lips and all that stuff. She groaned in exasperation. She wasn’t against kisses or even kisses in dumb situations, but the sincerity the radio was calling for was getting on her nerves. People couldn’t just get sincere kisses from Claire Farron. She didn’t even know what a sincere kiss from her would be like. She was technically only twenty-one, after all. In some parts of the world she’d only be starting to drink.

She meant to get out of the dance floor or maybe shove someone away or… she forgot, because someone had pressed their face against hers and it felt strangely nice, that kiss. It was deep and sincere but terribly non-invasive. The figure in the darkness was holding back, seemingly as ambivalent about the sincere kiss idea as she was - but the force against her lips and body felt right and they tasted good and it was almost as if they knew she didn’t want anything more. It was the only possible thing that could have made her want more, want to see who they were and why they had kissed her in this way, yet -

A wave of dancers crashed right into them and the mysterious kisser was gone, just like that.

Claire didn’t learn until much, much later that said crash had given Hope a migraine for the rest of the weekend.

II.

The second time it happened, her defenses were crumbling.

She had been drinking furtively in a bar to a mix of melancholy and angry songs, making shitty cocktails and threatening to toss the owner’s ridiculously fat but noisy dog across the town (she couldn’t help it, he was white and red-nosed and looked just too much like Mog when she was drunk). Serah had been sending her anxious text messages, concerned where her older sister had gone without leaving much of a note. Snow and Sazh were probably looking for her in town as far as she knew. She didn’t really care.

She supposed it was always going to happen, this terrible disorientation at having to - somehow integrate into a functioning world again, after Etro knows how long of serving in Valhalla and then thirteen days of serving Bhunivelze across Nova Chrysalia. She could still fight almost as well as she used to, but her finer, terribly anxious reflexes had effects on people. She couldn’t really practice fighting with anyone - or, she guessed, actually fight anyone - without somehow scaring the living daylight out of them, and it just reminded her all over again how she wasn’t and possibly could never really be normal.

You know you’re not the only one, a voice in her head scolded as she mindlessly stirred the drink in front of her. You know Serah and Yeul still see things, sometimes. You’re just pitying yourself and being irresponsible. Closing yourself off again. Don’t you remember the last time something like this happened?

She grimaced. Could she still send a text to Serah without embarrassing herself to Cocoon and back? What would she even say? It was getting too late. The drowsiness paralyzed her arms and head. She wanted to put her head on the table, just let it all pass. Surely they wouldn’t throw her out…

“L- Claire-san?”

Oh. She pretended she had straight up passed out. That voice was from someone she hadn’t even really been brave enough to think about.

“Claire-san?” The voice was growing more alarmed now. He approached her, then called back. “How long has she been here? Is she okay?”

He picked her up with some difficulty - he was still so lean, he never ate enough, Serah and Noel kept yelling at him for it - but being in his arms reminded her of that time in the middle of absolutely nothing and she wanted to cry. She hadn’t understood what she felt then, and she didn’t understand what she felt now. It had meant everything to her that he had come for her, but what was the feeling, really…

“Hope?”

“Oh, you’re still awake!” The relief in his voice was astounding. He cradled her like a princess and if she was sober she’d be squirming while redder than Serah’s newest lipstick. “I was worried…”

Ugh. Was worrying people all she was good for nowadays? “Kiss me,” she blurted impulsively, emboldened by all the alcohol in her system. I’m going to be so ashamed of myself tomorrow.

She couldn’t see his face in the darkness - the things she would have given to see it and for his whole frame to stop spinning around in her drunkenness - but she did feel him almost drop her in surprise, and then a silence that stretched for just a few seconds too long for her liking. “… Claire-san?”

“Please,” she groaned, “Call me Claire… or Light.”

She could feel him purse his lips. “I… wouldn’t do that, Light. You’ve quite obviously drunk a few shots, and - ”

She pulled him towards her anyway and realized two things; one, that she had kissed him before; two, that although she initiated this kiss, he kissed back deeper than he had the first time. There was some kind of… longing in the tension of his face that made her head flare as if on fire. She needed to know more about it. And what was the other thing? Why did he kiss her like he knew exactly how to kiss her?

Damn it, she really only made the problem even more complicated for herself by attempting to somehow solve the problem.

“Light!” The silver-haired man pulled back, anxious and chastising. “Don’t… do that.” His hold on her grew tighter, more stiff. She was reminded again that he was twenty-seven years old - their age gap had basically reversed. Oh, no, he probably has found someone else by now. He’s always been better at dealing with his problems. Even in the Ark -

“Let’s get you home.” The declaration is a bit too fast, and she thinks (in this daze, please don’t let her throw up on his jacket, where would all the dignity she has built up in 1000 years even go after that) she likes it.

III.

The third time it happens she’s staying over at his place and the whole thing reeks of being consensual.

“I think I am a little drunk,” she announces, closing his door behind her and sticking her neck towards the inside of the house in his general direction. “They were celebrating Amodar’s promotion… again.”

“Promotion banquets.” She hears him from his room. It sounds like he’d just gotten back home as well. “Is that all this world’s good for? I had one, too. Alyssa poured me too many glasses, as usual.”

“Are you sure those are safe?” She complains, awkwardly stepping into her slippers and stumbling towards him. He’s changing out of whatever he had worn to his banquet and his hair’s just a bit disheveled and she wants him, wants to reach for his pulse and his frame and just know that he’s there and he’s safe. Or she also wants him to hold her hand and keep her wanted and safe. But that’s just an afterthought.

“Oh, yeah,” he answers absent-mindedly, pointing at the bed right behind him, “why don’t you just crash here for a bit? You look spent, and they still haven’t finished whatever they’re doing in your room, so…”

She likes that he’s calling his guest room her room. Statistically speaking, she’s the one using it like 90% of the time, but she’d like to think it goes beyond just statistics. His bed is nice, anyway. It’s always well-kept and soft and it feels like him and oh god what is she thinking. She falls on top of it, stretches just a few degrees. “You look like you can use a crash, too.”

They agree to just both take a nap and then somewhere into the nap they’ve held hands and wrapped themselves around each other and kissed again. She convinces herself that it’s just some variation of friends with benefits. Or partners with benefits. Or whatever it is. Whatever it is, it feels nice. And she wants more of it. And if Hope’s being as willing as he is (she’s pretty sure he reached for her first this time, poked her and then threaded his fingers and then she doesn’t remember) it must be okay for them to do it…

IV.

“Lightning,” Fang says, flanked by a totally blushing Vanille behind her back, “we need to talk.”

“What?” she’s still annoyed that Fang refuses to call her Claire. The self-proclaimed old hag will always be a pain when it comes to her old friends. “Don’t tell me - ”

“You need to admit that you and Hope are dating,” Vanille chimes, all serious and with her fingers crossed in that Pulse sign of hers, “sooo that you can move onto the next step.”

“For the love of everything - we’re not dating - ”

“Yeah? And now you don’t even hide it anymore, if we give you two just one shot each you’ll make out right in front of us.” Fang’s tone is derisive. “You Cocoon people and your shame.”

“We - ”

“And you can’t tell me you’ve always enjoyed drinking so much. Come on, girlfriend, you’re trying to hide something.”

“Light-san?” A familiar voice echoes overhead and Claire facepalms as she notes the two Pulse women’s understanding smiles. “Are you there?”

“Maybe we should talk to Hope too,” Fang says slowly, turning towards Vanille who is nodding furiously, “so he realizes what he’s doing. Trying to score someone all those years younger than him - ”

Claire barely notices it as she aims a fist towards the empty space two inches to the right of the brunette’s face.

Maybe they do have a point, Claire concedes a few weeks later, as Hope leans in to kiss her on one glass of Bourbon and she’s (quite effortlessly) balancing her own glass of sherry, and alcohol is expensive.

“Have you tried skipping your drink?” She tries, holding up her glass between them. It’s almost empty. His smile nearly freezes on his face before he tilts his head and answers.

“It’s a good habit, don’t you think? And it’s just one glass every once in a while. Studies say it’s supposed to be good for your metabolism. I suppose I can look into it a bit more, try - ”

“Ah, I know. Alyssa told me about this new public health campaign that your institution is doing. I remotely remember something along the lines of the best drink for the soul is water.”

She thinks she can feel him blink as he assesses the situation. She turns her gaze towards him, unfaltering. He stares for a few seconds, then smiles.

“Well, are you planning to drop the drink?” He asks conversationally, raising a hand in an offer to take her glass. She thinks there’s a glint of something in his eyes - a wish? Fear? Whatever it is, it also has hope in it. And she’s not going to let him down. Not in a moment like this. Not when she…

Okay, loves him so much. She doesn’t care anymore why exactly she loves his embraces and his kisses and just being around him all the time. It doesn’t matter. It just matters that she wants more of it and they shouldn’t have to hide behind a layer of glass and spirited water to do it. He deserves more than that. And perhaps she does, too. She’ll convince herself someday.

“Yeah,” she agrees, and buries her head on his shoulder. He hesitates - and then puts an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close. Their breaths are warm on each other’s faces. “How about we try tomorrow?”

“What are we even going to do with the leftovers?”

“We invite Snow and the girls,” she whispers, and she knows his lips are also curving up in a grin, “and we don’t let them go until they’re done with the whole stash.”

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