#closest sound to the one that woke me up is like the fucked up child of an su-57 and a stuka

[hero-of-the-depths]

me: (falls asleep without taking my heart meds)

my sleeping brain: HEY DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE MOST TERRIFYING SOUND IN THE WORLD IS

me: what

brain: YOU WILL FIND OUT

[clumsy-jiminie]

ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴅᴇꜱ | ᴊᴊᴋ | ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜɪʀᴛᴇᴇɴ

◦ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ :: mafia!jeongguk x mafia!female reader

◦ ʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ :: 18+

◦ ɢᴇɴʀᴇ :: mature content, angst, smut, mafia!au

◦ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ :: 11.1k

◦ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ :: mc is a mouthy brat and jk knows exactly how to handle it, smut - slight choking, fingering, public sex, spanking ( minimal ), taunting and dirty talk, orgasm denial, slight degradation ( use of the term slut ), big dick!jeongguk, use of honorifics, unprotected sex, flirting in public, light violence, use of petname - baby

◦ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ :: not the past three chapters having some form of smut in it... I honestly love this chapter. when I wrote the first version of it, I used to reread it so often. if I ever had a man talk to me like that 😮‍💨 btw anyone remember when I used to write 2k chapters? HA. anyway, I hope you guys enjoy 💖

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This was the first time almost everyone was in the same place together. You tend to miss breakfast, not wanting to deal with Taehyung while you just woke up. It was a rare occurrence to experience. Hoseok was sprawled out on the couch in front of you, doing whatever pleases him on his phone. Jimin was sitting next to you. He was also on his phone, where you could see him scrolling aimlessly through Instagram. One of the few instances where you would miss having your phone. You wondered if it was locked in some drawer somewhere or if they even had it. That night already seemed so long ago. Jeongguk was to the other side of you before he decided to get up and head to the kitchen. And Seokjin was… Well, he was with Solar. Sat in one of the chairs directly across from the TV, Solar was happily placed in Seokjin’s lap, giggling away as he whispered filthy nothings into her ear. You stared down at your thumbs, absentmindedly playing with your shirt. It seemed as if no one else noticed these very public displays of affection. You didn’t understand how with the obnoxious sound of lips smacking against each other every other moment.

Jeongguk then let out a loud groan before the sound of the fridge door slamming followed. “Hyung…,” he whined like a child, causing you to glance at him. He slumped against the fridge with his eyebrows squished together, and his bottom lip jutted into a pout. A smile teased your lips before glancing over at Seokjin for his response. He paid the younger no mind. All his attention was on Solar as his fingertips played with the hem of her very short shorts. Jeongguk’s eyebrows now lowered, watching as Seokjin blatantly ignored him. “Jin!” He yelled, finally getting his attention.

An annoyed groan parted from Seokjin’s throat as he looked back at the other. “What?!”

“When are you going to go grocery shopping?” He asked as he stood up and walked back to the living room. “We need some food!”

Seokjin practically waved Jeongguk off by pulling Solar closer to him. “I’ll order something in a minute,” he said before kissing Solar’s neck.

“Ugh,” the man next to you groaned while leaning his head back on the couch cushion. You directed your attention to Jimin, whose eyes met yours. He scrunched his nose with disgust. “I’m so sick of eating out.”

It’s been a week since Solar has been here. Which also meant a week of you sneaking out of your own room to Jeongguk’s to escape the sounds of lovemaking late at night. You swore those two fucked more than bunnies. But it wasn’t only you that was affected. Hoseok has been sleeping on the couch for the past week as well. The first time you saw him down here, you almost shat yourself because he was only an odd lump lying on the couch. When he suddenly shifted you got startled and reacted like any sane person would — grabbing the closest object and throwing it at him. He groaned as one of the men’s heavy shoes hit him in the forehead, cursing your name. After that, you stopped going downstairs in the middle of the night for some water. And the last change due to Solar’s stay was ordering takeout for every meal. Seokjin was too caught up in his girlfriend’s presence to cook. In fact, every time he tried, he would get turned on by something Solar did and forget he was cooking, to begin with. When he almost caught the house on fire, Seokjin decided to skip the middleman and place an order. You didn't have a problem with Seokjin ordering out. You were always guaranteed a meal this way and didn’t have to fight anyone at the table. You were a foodie, so you enjoyed anything that made your tastebuds dance. But it seemed that your fellow inhabitants didn’t feel the same way.

“Right?” Jeongguk agreed as he plopped down next to you. “Everything tastes the same now. When are you gonna make us something?”

“It can’t be tonight, JeonJeon,” Solar cooed. Everyone pressed their lips together to hold back the giggle that desperately wanted to escape at his nickname. It prompted a glare from JeonJeon himself. “Jinniebear has a hot date tonight.”

Does this girl have a thing for cheesy nicknames?

You mouthed the name silently, eyebrows furrowing together as you wondered about the backstory that came with it.

“He sure does,” Seokjin boasted.

“Barf,” Hoseok suddenly said, repulsion spreading across his features. “Get a fucking room.”

Your eyes grew wide as you stared at the wavy-haired brunette. You’ve never seen Hoseok make such a face — eyebrows furrowed together and lips turned downward in a frown. And the fact that he cursed? Hoseok was full of surprises.

He glared at Seokjin boldly. “You have half of mine, so why don’t you use it?” He shifted his position to sit up straight. “You obviously don't have a problem doing so, despite me being in the fucking room.”

Seems like one too many nights on the couch turned sunshine into storm clouds.

“Oooh,” Jimin mused with a smirk, “looks like someone made Hobi mad.” You snickered to yourself, shaking your head. He’s such an instigator.

Seokjin returned the glare. “Watch it,” he warned through a clenched jaw, hand placed on Solar’s hip securely. “Don’t be jealous because you don’t have a beautiful lady with you every night.”

Hoseok stared at the man, the reason for his anger going right over the other’s head. He let out a scoff, shaking his head from side to side. “Oh, believe me,” he said as he stood up, “I’m far from jealous.” With that, he headed upstairs, leaving the awkward tension he created in the room.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat before Jeongguk perked up. “So,” he drawled out, trying to cut the tension with a dull knife. “Dinner?” He turned his head to Seokjin. His main problem of the night was still unsolved.

Seokjin looked utterly annoyed, his eyes narrowing into slits as he looked at his younger. “I’m not cooking shit, so figure it out.”

“I’ll make something,” you said faintly as you glanced at Jeongguk. You watched his eyes flicker with excitement.

“No,” Seokjin deadpanned.

“What?!” You directed your attention to Seokjin, who was now glaring at you. As you opened your mouth to respond, the front door swung open.

Everyone looked towards the door as Namjoon and Taehyung walked in. Normally you would’ve looked away the second you realized who it was, but their appearance had a hold on you. They were both a mess with roughed-up hair and disheveled clothing. Taehyung looked the worst, having what looked like blood splattered on the left portion of his white button-down shirt. The blood traveled up his neck, and there was residue where it was wiped away on his cheek. He didn’t bother saying hello, muttering something to himself as he made his way up the stairs. No one questioned it.

“Hello everyone,” Namjoon said as he loosened the black tie around his neck. “What’s for dinner?”

“Jin isn’t making dinner because he has some hot date,” Jeongguk answered, putting air quotes around the last two words.

A smile teased at Namjoon’s lips as Solar gasped loudly. She glared at Jeongguk, “You know damn well I'm hot JeonJeon!”

“I swear to god if you call me that one more time I’ll—”

“And Y/N offered to make dinner!” Jimin quickly chimed in, saving Jeongguk from possibly making a huge mistake.

Your heart started to race as your eyes met Namjoon’s. He arched an eyebrow curiously. Your pinky started to heat up as your body reminded you of the trauma. You quickly slapped Jimin in the chest with the back of your hand, prompting a faint ow from him. You offered Namjoon a nervous smile as Jimin rubbed the inflicted area. “Y-Yeah I did, but I was quickly shut down.”

“By who?” He asked.

“By me,” Seokjin answered quickly and confidently. “I don’t need her to fuck up my kitchen.”

Your head whipped back towards Seokjin. “You don’t even know if I’ll fuck up your kitchen!” You were sick of the little one-off comments. Ever since you got here, he’s been nothing but a dick to you for no reason.

“Cooking is more than boiling some noodles, Y/N.”

He had such a pretentious tone. “Fuck off. I’ve been on my own for almost seven years. You think I got a body like this from some fucking ramen?” You prided yourself on your shape. It took a lot of training and healthy eating to feel comfortable in your skin, and being here caused changes that made you slightly insecure.

In your peripheral view, you caught Solar pressing her lips into a line. She had a comment she was holding back, and for her safety that was a wise decision.

“OK, so ramen and a few dry-ass pieces of chicken.”

You stared at the man, blinking your eyes a few times. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. You’re such a—”

“I’ll allow it,” Namjoon said.

All eyes were directed to him with the same shocked expression. A collective “What?” spilled out of everyone’s mouth as they stared at their leader.

“I’ve had a long day, and honestly, the last thing on my mind is spending more money on takeout. So, Y/N, if you say you can cook, then go for it.”

“Yes!” Jeongguk exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. He was way too excited for a home-cooked meal. Shit, if all you knew how to make was a slice of toast, he would be happy with that.

Namjoon noticed Jeongguk’s eagerness and smirked slightly to himself. “I bet the fridge is empty. Thank you, Jeongguk, for volunteering to take her grocery shopping.” What kind of older brother would he be without a little teasing?

Jeongguk’s arms instantly dropped as his hopes for relaxing in the living room died in front of him. “No,” he drawled out in a hushed tone. Your brows furrowed as you looked over at him. “Anything but grocery shopping,” he mumbled quietly. Your look of curiosity turned into a glare. And to think you were excited to spend more one-on-one time with him.

Seokjin let out a loud groan. “My kitchen is gonna be a mess. I already know it.”

Your glare then directed to Seokjin. “Calm your tits. Your kitchen will be fine.”

“Yeah!” Solar suddenly said. “I’m sure what’s-her-face can cook well!”

“Y/N,” you said through a clenched jaw as you looked at Solar. And to think you were slightly excited to have another girl in the house, a potential friend even. Someone you could bond with and keep in touch with once you were out of this situation. You could never have enough friends. But she quickly proved to be one of those girls so obsessed with her man and their relationship that they didn’t even know what day of the week it was. Guess it’s just Chaeyoung for now. “It’s Y/N.”

Solar looked at you with a weird expression, clearly uncomfortable with how you addressed her. “Uh yeah,” she said softly, “Y/N.”

Namjoon clapped his hands together, startling Solar, but you were unaffected. You stared at the girl, boring a hole into her as her uncomfortableness continued to grow within her. Her eyes darted around before finally falling on Seokjin’s hands in her lap.

“Well, it’s getting late,” Namjoon said as he walked past the couch. “JK take the card and take her to the store.” Jeongguk let out a drawled-out groan as he threw his head back onto the couch cushion. “I don’t wanna hear it,” Namjoon scolded, “you’re the one who was complaining about food.”

Jeongguk quietly followed after you in the somewhat empty grocery store. It was late, and only a few customers were walking around. As you pushed the cart, glancing between the list Namjoon gave you before leaving and the food on the shelves, you kept getting peeks at your appearance. You let out a soft huff, slightly irritated. Because of a certain Jeongguk, you were insanely overdressed for the weather. You were already wearing his baggy clothing, and on top of that, he had you put on one of his sweaters, a black fitted cap, and sunglasses. Mind you, it was 8’o’clock at night in mid-April. You looked absolutely ridiculous and fought him every step of the way until he was forced to physically dress you. Shame on you for enjoying how he grabbed your wrist and pulled you around his room, ranting about how you were "so stubborn" and "didn’t know how to listen". It was good that he didn’t turn around to see the stupid smile on your lips from hearing his annoyed tone. "A brat through and through," he said to you. All a part of the plan to get manhandled just a little. You felt like he enjoyed putting his hands on you just as much as you enjoyed it. Something about him made you wanna test the waters often and see how far you could get before a big reaction.

You glanced over your shoulder to see how far he was from you. Only a few steps, but not paying any mind to you. “Namjoon was nice today,” you thought out loud. You were shocked when he gave you permission to cook and even more so when he told you to get the groceries. Supervised or not, you were expecting to never see the light of day again besides hanging out on the roof.

Jeongguk nodded silently. His eyebrowed squished together as he internally debated if he wanted to throw this bag of chips in the cart. “Yeah, normally happens when he doesn’t have to kill that many people.”

Your eyes widen a bit. Jeongguk stated it so casually that it forced you to remember that they were a gang at the end of the day. To think it’s only been almost two weeks since the failed drug bust. “Ah,” you feigned indifference. You were supposed to be used to this, after all. Even though this is the closest you've been to the mafia life in a few years. But as his statement fully settled, you gripped onto the cart handlebar a little tighter. Namjoon was a big man — he obviously worked out more than Jeongguk, and the fact that he was taller than him, who easily towers over you — didn’t seem to help. The cold and emotionless stare he gave you when he broke your pinky terrified you. Just picturing Namjoon standing over another person, beaten to a pulp, sent a chill down your spine. Not that you would ever let anyone know. You are actively making sure you’re on his good side.

“So the deal with those guys is going well, I assume.” You said as you put a couple of things into the cart.

Jeongguk instantly turned his head towards you. Namjoon mentioned that you were eavesdropping while having dinner, but he was so caught up in trying to get the image of Yeonjun’s eyes watching you acknowledge it. “Yeah,” he agreed quietly as he walked over to you. He tossed the bag of chips in the cart as he looked at you.

“That’s good,” you continued to walk as a playful smirk started to form on your lips. “I wonder how Yeonjun is doing.”

Jeongguk’s eyes narrowed at the back of your head, sucking his teeth. “Why? You into him or something?”

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped from your lips. You turned around, your eyes locking with Jeongguk's wide ones. It took him a few seconds before the realization sank in. His facial expression then dropped, rolling his eyes as he willingly walked into your little trap. “Shut up.”

“Why?” You giggled. “What happened to Mr. I’m-not-jealous, hm?”

“Fuck you,” he drawled out before passing you. His hand found the cart, pushing it alongside him as he turned down the aisle.

“It’s cute how you try to hide it,” you grinned as you looked at the back of his head. Your eyes traveled down to his shoulders, briefly admiring how broad they looked in his button-down jersey.

“Yeah yeah, what are you making for dinner?” He asked, trying to distract himself from his thudding heart. He wasn’t jealous, and he sure as hell wasn’t cute. What was with you making him feel this way?

“It’s a surprise.”

“I don’t like surprises.”

“I didn’t ask you what you liked.” Your eyes met his. He stared at you, glaring while you offered him an innocent smile. You regained control of the cart again and pushed it until you reached the produce aisle.

“I think I should know since I have to eat it.” He argued.

“Then everyone would have to know, and it wouldn’t be a surprise,” you countered as you focused on the vegetables ahead of you. You were trying to remember which ones your mom used for the meal you wanted to make. Recently, you’ve been missing her tremendously, and eating this meal would soothe the ache in your heart.

“Or,” he purposed as he stepped in your line of sight. Your eyes trailed up his chest to his face where he offered you a grin. “You could tell me since I’m your favorite.”

You stared at him for a moment before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. Jeongguk’s smile instantly dropped, and his gaze hardened. He said nothing funny. “W-Who ever said you’re my favorite?”

He scoffed loudly, arms folding over his chest. “C’mon, be real. Who could you possibly like more than me?”

After your laughter died down, you remained silent. You held his gaze, slowly watching as his eyes filled with worry. Was Jeongguk wrong? Do you really have an interest in someone besides him? Could it have been Jimin? You were sitting pretty close to him earlier. He felt crazy, overthinking every little interaction with his team members.

“So you guys only eat breakfast together? Not dinner?” You asked, changing the subject. You didn’t want to answer him, feeling like it would give him a huge head. Plus, he should know how you feel. It was painfully obvious, at least for you.

He called out your name, and the way he said your name sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. You moved past him to the produce, biting down on your lower lip as you felt his eyes following you. “I know you did not just avoid my question.”

“When I was younger,” you continued. You tried your best to ignore your back heating up from Jeongguk's glare as you grabbed a plastic bag and filled it with vegetables. “My father made sure we had a family dinner every night. Just me, him, and my mother. He used to send his men home for two hours just so we could have our privacy.” You felt your lips form into a small smile as bittersweet memories filled your mind. Your father wasn’t always an abusive dickhead. “I’m not saying we should do it every night since breakfast seems really important to Namjoon. Maybe like twice a week.”

You turned to face him, watching his once-narrowed eyes soften before taking the bag from you and putting it in the cart. The conversation of who your favorite is was far from over, but he’ll let it slide after noticing the glimmer of sadness in your eyes. “So dinner and breakfast on some days?” He asked as you turned around to start filling another bag of vegetables.

You nodded silently, observing each vegetable you grabbed until you felt a presence behind you. Suddenly, you were frozen, your heart rate increasing for a moment before you came back to your senses. Jeongguk was always so close to you, driving you damn near mad each time he was. But to be doing this in public? The few passersby could see his hips pressed against your backside. His thin tracksuit shorts barely do anything to protect you from feeling his bulge pressing into you. Excitement rushed through your veins, pooling in your lower regions. He leaned down a little, his head now aligned with your ear.

“You should get some of those,” he whispered, pointing to some random vegetables.

How could such a tiny interaction cause goosebumps to form over your skin — it was embarrassing. You didn’t even know what vegetable he pointed to, nor did you care. Your hand moved almost mechanically towards it to grab it and put it in the bag. He had to know what he does to you, he had to. His voice aided the tiny ball of arousal swirling in your lower abdomen. Your mind was wandering to the dirty side. Can you get arrested for fucking in a grocery store? You shook your head, physically trying to put those thoughts in the bin before continuing your previous conversation.

“If I'm going to be here and work with you guys, I think it would help us grow closer. The missions would go much smoother then.”

Jeongguk chuckled softly, a reaction you weren’t expecting. You looked at him, eyebrows squishing together as you tilted your head to the side. His smile lingered on his lips a little from your cute reaction. “If I'm being honest, I don’t think that would do much of anything.”

Namjoon was forcing himself to be cordial for Jeongguk’s sake. He kept up with this little lie, so maybe you would cooperate sooner. Namjoon only embarked on the more serious tasks. Nothing like a simple drug pickup, or a collection, so he wasn’t much to worry about. Now Taehyung was a different story. He was a hair-shy of being deadset on putting you in a grave. He was waiting for you to fuck up again so he wouldn’t have to hold back. If you died by his hand, it would be out of self-defense.

Jeongguk chuckled again, shaking his head from side to side as he grabbed the bag from you. “Yeah, definitely won’t help shit.”

Your eyes narrowed. You were being hopeful for once with these people, and he found it amusing? Like you said a joke? “Stop being so fucking negative,” you snapped, causing him to look at you with wide eyes. He soon mirrored your expression, his half-smile dropping in an instant. You walked to the cart, starting to walk away from him. "You're killing my fucking vibe. All I’m trying to do is help you guys here, and you find shit funny? Like it's not possible? Fuck you.”

Jeongguk stared at you for a moment before chuckling again. This one was slightly different than the last. Either way, you voicing how you felt was not a laughing matter. You opened your mouth, ready to fly off the handle and rip him a new one entirely when you felt his chest against your back again. You stopped walking while he placed his hands on top of yours, swallowing them completely. You glanced at the intricate ink that covered his fingers, leading up to the sleeve on his right arm. The familiar warmth of his breath hit the rim of your ear.

“I’ma need you to stop talking to me like that.”

His voice was low, and his tone was intimidating. He held so much power in that one sentence, so much command that it caused your body to flush with heat. The ball of arousal grew as your intimate area became warm. He was right earlier when he called you a brat. You enjoyed pushing his buttons and seeing what combination would make Jeongguk explode. A quality you both shared. But unlike him, you would have a limit and an urge to back down. He knew his place when it came to you, and he was going to make sure you knew yours. You’ll get your comeuppance either way.

“And if I don’t?” You asked, pushing back even though your voice fell to a whisper. If you were any louder Jeongguk was bound to hear the lust hidden behind your words.

He couldn't know what kind of hold he had on you. You couldn’t let him see how easily you could come undone just by a simple glance. Your question produced a low scoff from him, causing a shiver to run down your spine while tickling your ear. He then moved back a little as one of his hands left yours. You let out a small gasp once you felt his fingers wrap around your neck. Jeongguk’s intent wasn’t to cause any damage as he held your throat while tilting your head back. Your eyes soon settled on the fluorescent lights illuminating the store.

“You wanna rethink that answer?” He questioned with a little rasp.

The area between your legs suddenly ached as your eyes fluttered shut for a second. This man had you in a puddle and ready for the taking just from a simple question. You didn’t even care about the stragglers in the store. If he told you to, you would bend over and pull down these sweatpants in a second. The teasing between you two was no longer enough. You wanted to feel your walls stretch around him again. How you’ve managed to last this long without ripping each other’s clothes off was impressive. Your silence prompted another chuckle from him. He pressed his lips to the side of your temple briefly, leaving a gentle kiss behind before he removed his hand from your throat.

“That’s what I thought.”

You didn’t even have to look at him to know he was smirking. You returned your head to your normal position before watching him walk to the front of your cart. His fingers gripped the metal grids, pulling it alongside him and causing you to follow absentmindedly. Your brows furrowed as your lips formed into a pout. You were upset at yourself for letting him turn you on this much in public. You could feel the dampness of your panties as you walked. Fucking Jeongguk.

You only needed a few more items off the list before you joined the line to pay. You were quiet the entire time, too distracted by the ache between your legs. You knew you couldn't continue challenging him here. It would end with his lips on yours in some corner of the store, hands desperately pulling at the fabric that covered you both. Once Jeongguk paid, he took control of the cart, and you followed behind. You trailed behind him until you reached the car, where he popped the trunk and started to load in the groceries. You leaned against the side of his car, hands stuffed in your pockets as you watched him.

Jeongguk glanced over at you not once but twice before stopping briefly. “So you had me take you grocery shopping, and you won’t even help load the car?”

You looked at him before you shook your head. “Nope.” Payback for turning me on, you thought to yourself before turning around. You were going to walk to the passenger door before you were met with resistance.

Jeongguk tugged at the material of your hoodie gently. You glanced over your shoulder to look at him again. “Help me load up this car. I’m not gonna ask you again.”

“You didn’t ask me to begin with.” You said as you turned around to face him again. “If you asked me, maybe I would consider helping you.”

He stared at you for a moment before letting out a chuckle of disbelief. “I don’t remember you asking me to pay for this.”

“I don’t remember you asking me to make dinner, to begin with,” you countered.

Jeongguk’s eyes narrowed at you. What the hell came over you today? You were challenging him every chance you could get. He knew about your sharp tongue but figured he was excused from it. He assumed you wouldn’t try to test him as if he wouldn’t put you in your place. Your name fell from his lips, warning you.

And if you cared for warnings, maybe you would’ve reacted differently.

Your brow arched before taking a few steps towards him. You tilted your head back slightly to keep your gaze locked with his. You said his name, ensuring you used to same warning tone as he did.

He arched a brow amusingly, chuckling lowly as he folded his arms over his chest. Jeongguk looked away from you and towards the vacant parking lot. His tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek while the corner of his lips turned upward into a small smile. The signature Namjoon face looks way better on him. His eyes rested on you once more. “You’re really trying me again?”

“And if I am?” You asked as you tilted your head to the side, eyes sparkling with innocence. You did well keeping your composure, considering those same words rewarded you with a hand teasingly around your throat.

His eyes glanced down at your lips briefly, then continued to trail down your body before returning to your eyes again. All he did was nod his head a couple of times. With furrowed brows, he continued to put the groceries in the trunk without another word. A proud smirk formed on your lips as you returned to the car. Triumph filled you to the brim. You won against the infamous Jeongguk. Funny. To think just last week, he had the upper hand on you. You waited for him to finish, glancing over your nails absentmindedly. The trunk slammed suddenly, causing you to jump.

“Hey, the car didn’t do anything to you,” you said, but there was no response. You heard the subtle click of the car unlocking. You got into the passenger side as he got into the driver's.

The car ride was silent. It wasn't the kind of silence after you've used his shower and escaped into his bed. Or the kind when it's early in the morning, and you're both just enjoying each other's presence. This one was heavy and borderline uncomfortable. You shifted a little as he stared off at the road. Stillness. Was it possible your little fun went too far?

You took a chance, looking in Jeongguk’s direction. His eyes were glued on the road. He had one hand on the wheel while the other arm was propped up against the door, his hand rested against his mouth where his fingers hid a faint smirk. His silver earrings that lined his lobe glimmered gently in the low lighting, captivating your attention. Has he always had that many? Four hoops that lessened in size as they went up the lobe swayed slightly. He also had a double helix piercing towards the top of his ear. Your eyes continued to travel along his features, falling on his sharp jawline that led to his bare neck. Your thoughts were suddenly filled with you sitting in his lap, grinding your hips against his as you left red bruises on his sensitive skin. His breathy moans filled your ears as his hands gripped your hips to control the speed. You caught your lower lip between your teeth, feeling your core grow warm again. It didn’t help that his hair was pulled back into a messy bun. It was a style he wore often to keep his midnight locks out of his face. Minus the two to three pesky strands that always managed to escape, somehow making the style much hotter. How he managed to look good all the time was a sin in itself. Maybe Hoseok was right, and you were whipped.

“You’re staring,” he commented suddenly, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“And?” You responded, purposely keeping your eyes glued to him. “Now I can’t look at you?”

Your answer was met with quietness, provoking your bratty nature more.

“You never had a problem with me looking at you before.”

Silence again. Your brows furrowed, folding your arms over your chest as you directed your attention ahead, staring at the same thing he was.

“Say the word then, and I won’t even spare a glance in your fucking direction, your majesty.”

Something snapped in Jeongguk. That floss-like line you've been bouncing on since before you left finally popped. It was like poking a sleeping bear repeatedly, trying to see how many you could get in before the bear finally awoke. And it did, but you forgot the cave had no exit. Now you’re left to deal with the problem you've cultivated.

He let out a loud scoff. “You know what?” The car abruptly shifted to the right, pulling off to the side of the road where he parked the vehicle. Jeongguk took off his seatbelt and got out, closing the door behind him. Your brows squished together as you watched him walk around the hood, the headlights illuminating him in the darkness. He then reached your side, pulling the door open. “Get out.”

You looked at him, confusion further spreading over your face as you tried to process why he was doing this. “What?”

He didn’t answer. You were beginning to find this new habit rather annoying. He took a step closer to you and leaned into the car as you were about to respond. His body hovered over yours, your breath hitching in your throat as he unbuckled your seatbelt. He grabbed you by your sweatshirt, swiftly pulling you out of the car. You stumbled, your heart pounding in your chest and your core throbbing as you tried to get your footing. He never gave you the chance to, his fingers finding your throat instantly. He pushed your body against the back half of the car, causing you to gasp.

You. Fucked. Up.

He held your throat lightly, not enough to cause any damage, but enough to feel some pressure. He stared down at you, his eyes drinking in every inch of you. As you looked up at Jeongguk, you felt the same gaze that he gave you in the kitchen. Danger. Definite danger. Warmth began to spread from your core to your lower abdomen, feeling your walls clench around nothing. His grip on your throat loosened, and before you knew it, you leaned up and filled the gap between you two. As your lips pressed against his, you both shared a deep inhale. It’s been entirely too long since the last time you kissed. Your lips molded with his. He started off gently, your lips making him almost forget the reason he stopped the car. Your lips were always so soft against his —it could’ve put him in a trance. But the kiss grew deeper, hungrier, as you moaned into his mouth. His fingers tangled in your hair, your hands finding the hem of his shirt and slipping underneath the material. You felt his cool skin with your fingertips, admiring the subtle ridges from his defined abs. His tongue swiped your lower lip before entering your mouth, gliding past your tongue sensually. Fuck, why was he such a good kisser? His fingers gripped your hair tightly, pulling on it until the kiss broke. You groaned softly as you looked up at the sky.

“I’m so fucking sick of your mouth,” he growled through a clenched jaw. You inhaled sharply when you felt his lips leaving a trail of kisses over your jawline. “You think you can talk to me any way you fucking want?” He mumbled against your warming skin, making his way down your neck. When his lips found your spot, you gasped aloud, prompting him to linger over the sensitive area. He sucked and nibbled lightly, diminishing you to a puddle of soft moans and whimpers. Fingers still tangled in your hair, he slipped his free hand into your sweatpants. The way his digit ran over your damp clothed sex — teasingly slow, making your clit throb from the slightest brush by — made your face contort with pleasure.

His brow arched amusingly. “Ah,” he breathed, pressing his lips to your bruised skin, “so wet already?” He commented, making you whine in response as heat flooded your cheeks. He didn’t need to remind you how easily he turns you on. Quite rude of him, honestly. Jeongguk pulled your panties away from your core. Some resistance caused his member to twitch in his pants. He gathered some of your slick, using your juices to lube up your swollen clit. Jeongguk rubbed it side to side, causing a shiver to run through your body as you moaned out for him. Your eyes glued shut from the pleasure, reaching down to grab his wrist. You were so sensitive, your hips jerking against his finger as they circled your bud. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build in your lower abdomen, your moans becoming more frequent as you neared that edge.

He denied you the pleasure of release, pulling his hand out of your pants just as you were about to cum. He let go of your hair, causing your eyes to shoot open. You glared at the man ahead of you, and all Jeongguk did was smirk as if he was full of pride. That little… His hand grabbed your hips, turning you around before pressing you against the car again. He pulled your hips back into him, feeling his hardened length through his sweatpants as he pressed his hand against your lower back. You let him bend you as he needed, putting an arch in your spine. You suddenly felt a breeze on your ass, followed by his cold hand. Your pants and underwear hung around your ankles, exposing yourself to him. He squeezed your cheek before lightly slapping it, watching it ripple as you yelped, then hummed with delight.

“Got nothing to say now, huh?” He taunted while slapping your ass again.

You held in your sound of pleasure as your brows furrowed. “So, before you didn’t want me to make a sound, and now you want me to talk?” You glanced over your shoulder at him. “Make up your fucking mind.”

It only took a few seconds for you to regret your response entirely. Jeongguk's eyes narrowed at you, and you knew you were in deep shit. You quickly stared ahead, trying to avoid his piercing glare. You then felt his length slap against your ass. It felt hard, way harder than what you remembered. He slid his length between your lips. You mewled as he coated himself in your wetness, jumping a little every time he brushed by your aching clit. Jeongguk leaned forward, wrapping his hand around your neck again before pulling you back until your body was against his.

“This is what you fucking wanted, right?” He said as he lined his tip with your entrance. He pushed into you achingly slow. You both moaned in satisfaction as you stretched around him inch by inch until he bottomed out. Your velvety walls encased his member like you were made just for him. You were so wet and ready for him that he slid in easily. Your knees could go weak just from feeling him inside you again. Then he slowly pulled out until only the tip was left before pushing back in. It took a few strokes for you to get adjusted. It had been a while since you had him inside of you, but once you were accommodated, he picked up the pace.

“Is this why you talk back so often?” He questioned through a clenched jaw. Fuck, did he always sound this hot when he was angry? His voice was low, and his tone was filled with an edge. You loved Jeongguk's normal voice — oddly comforting, deep, and warm — but hearing him when he was angry? A different level of hot. “Cuz you wanted to feel this cock inside you again, huh?”

Yes, a thousand times yes.

If this was all you had to do — piss him off until he had no other choice but to fuck some sense into you — you would’ve done so a while ago. You would’ve pushed his buttons that first day. Then you would’ve pushed them every chance you got after that. You would’ve been getting hate fucked against that raggedy ass bed every single night. Oh, the opportunities you’ve missed out on. His hips snapped into you hard, keeping a steady pace as your moans filled the surrounding area. Your eyes shut as if it was going to help manage the pleasure. He loved hearing those pretty sounds coming out of your mouth, just for him. But as pretty as they were, he was waiting for something specific. His hand squeezed your throat. “Answer me,” he growled into your ear.

You gasped. The pleasure washed over your mind so intensely that it was left fogged. How could Jeongguk expect you to answer him when he was buried inside you? You opened your eyes for a moment, bringing some sense of clarity. You had to weigh your options carefully. If you say yes and admit the truth, he might take pity on you. You didn’t need his pity. What was the worse he could do? Make you so sore that it hurts to walk? Psh, that’s nothing. You were pretty sure you could handle it. What’s walking around like an old-school cowboy for a couple of days? He rammed into you, his patience being tested too much for his liking. You yelped again, his tip applied so much pressure to your cervix that your body shook involuntarily.

“N-No,” you moaned out. “I-I could’ve waited longer. Your dick isn’t that good.”

He scoffed. “Oh really?” He let go of your neck and pushed you back down. Your hands pressed against the car window, partly holding yourself up. How much of a masochist were you? “I didn’t know you were such a filthy liar.” Your walls clenched around his length. You didn’t expect how he was talking to you to turn you on so much. Was it because of Jeongguk himself, or was it because somewhere deep down you enjoyed being degraded? Whatever it was, you loved every second of it. He grabbed onto your hips tightly, stabilizing you as he thrusts into you ruthlessly. Your moans grew so loud that you wouldn’t be surprised if people miles away could hear you.

His cock was so good, repeatedly hitting that spot in your walls that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. You felt the pressure in your lower abdomen continue to build. Your walls clenched around him again, preparing you for the incoming release.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Jeongguk spat. He continued to thrust, pushing you closer to that edge until you suddenly felt empty. You let out an audible gasp, feeling that familiar pressure in your abdomen as it began to diminish. “You don’t get to cum when you talk to me like that.”

Jeongguk continued to pump his length behind you, marveling at how your ass perked up just for him. He placed his free hand on your flesh, palming it. You whined, feeling at your wit's end. Your core throbbed for a release. If this is what being a smart ass got you, forget it. Being denied twice was more than you could handle.

“Please,” you mewled shamelessly. All forms of fight and sass left your system. At this point, all you could think about was your orgasm. “Please let me cum, sir.”

Jeongguk’s cock twitched in his hand. Not once has he been called ‘sir’ before. “Sir?” He mused, reaching down to cup your heat. His fingers rubbed back and forth, catching your clit each time. You trembled as you pressed your hips into his touch, that pressure in your lower abdomen quickly returning. “You gonna be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, sir.”

His fingers then stopped, paying direct attention to your bud as he rubbed it in circles. “You gonna cum all over this dick?”

You whimpered. The thought alone made your walls clench around nothing. “Yes, sir.”

A smirk plastered on his lips as he removed his hand and gave your ass a tap. He aligned himself with your entrance again. “That’s my girl.” He pushed in slow, causing you both to moan. As he resumed the pace he set before, it didn’t take long for you to keep your word. You came on his member, your velvety walls throbbing around him. He groaned loudly, gripping your ass tightly. He didn’t give you a break to let you calm down from your orgasm, riding you through it. You felt too good for him to stop. He turned you into a whimpering mess as a second high built up right after.

You throbbed around him once more, causing a soft chuckle to leave his lips. “Another one already?” He asked, smugness coating his words as he smirked. “What happened to your dick isn’t that good?” You groaned in defeat, knowing he would make you eat your words. His thrusts pushed you into another orgasm, praising you though he still didn’t slow down for your sensitive walls.

This man was absolutely crazy.

Never have you had someone make you cum back to back. And as that pressure began to build up again, you regretted for a split second ever testing him. But it all felt so amazing, making you high off the cocktail of endorphins that pumped through your system. You subconsciously began to press yourself against the car. Your walls clenched around him again. You needed to move away from his thrusts that knew no mercy.

Jeongguk took notice of this almost instantly. He grabbed your hips before pushing himself into you fully. There’s that pressure on your cervix again. “Nuh-uh,” he teased as he pressed tour body against yours. You were pushed further into the side of the car. “Why are you running away from me?” He slid his hands up under your baggy shirt, holding you in place at your waist as his hips resumed snapping into you. Your eyes went cross for a moment before closing.

You were slowly trying to lessen the intensity by slyly moving away. But instead, you were rewarded with a new position. His tip now plowed into your cervix with each thrust. He placed a kiss on the crook of your neck. “Isn’t this what you wanted?” You moaned a yes. “You wanted to be slutted out on the side of the road for everyone to see?” You nodded your head quickly, your mind turning to mush as your body hyper-focused on the area between your legs. “Mm, who would’ve known you’re this naughty?” He then reached his hand in between you and the car. His finger found your clit where he rubbed it side to side in sync with his thrusts. That’s all it took to throw you over the edge again. Your body shook violently, knees threatening to give out as you experienced the most intense orgasm you’ve had. Your cum drenched your thighs as you whimpered out for him.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned out suddenly before pulling out. He didn’t expect your orgasm to push him into his own. His hands disappeared from you, stroking his length before he let out a loud groan. You felt his warm seed sprinkling across your ass, making you hum softly. You wished you could feel him cumming inside you again, filling you up so much that it leaked out as soon as he pulled out. You rested your head against the car as you heard some rustling. You were completely and utterly fucked out. He could ask you what time of day it was, and you would answer morning despite being surrounded in darkness.

You suddenly felt the rough texture of a cheap napkin on your ass as he wiped up his mess. “You couldn’t find something softer?” You grumbled, feeling extra sensitive everywhere.

He chuckled softly, crumbling the used napkin in his hand before turning you around. He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, mumbling out a soft ‘sorry’. While Jeongguk pulled your underwear and sweatpants up, your gaze caught his. His eyes were sweet and doe-like again. The half smile he offered you made your stomach do a flip. And the way he cupped your cheek so gently — despite the fact he just used the same hand to leave a mark on your ass — before pressing his lips to yours made your heart skip a beat. You melted into him while your knees finally gave out, prompting him to quickly wrap his arm around your waist to hold you up. You both couldn’t help but giggle into the kiss as your arms wrapped around his neck lazily. He pulled away and helped you into the car before getting in himself.

He gave you such tender and careful touches that it made you snicker. He was always gentle with you afterward. It was funny, considering he released a whole new side tonight. A dominating and rough side that made your heat throb from the thought of a round two, even if you were in no shape for it.

“Do you wanna get something small before we head out?” Jeongguk asked, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You nodded as your eyes shut for the moment. You cursed at yourself mentally, remembering that you still had to make dinner after this.

“Want McDonald’s?”

It was dark outside, late into the night. Chaeyoung glanced at her phone screen, the blue light illuminating her face as she double-checked the address sent to her. She has never been to your father’s building — there was never a need for her to know what it looked like due to your immense hatred towards the man. She had the feeling you wanted to separate her from that part of your life, and you would do anything you could to keep it that way. There were times you pushed her into your closet due to an impromptu visit from him and his men. Whenever he would call you, you would either ignore him or leave the house to take the call. When you told her he had passed, she wasn’t stunned by your ecstatic demeanor but more by the fact that she never even got the chance to meet him officially. The difference between families was a cultural shock. You were practically adopted into her household with how often you visited Chaeyoung. Her parents loved you, her brother loved you, and the only family you had left didn’t even know she existed.

She glanced up at the building and compared it to the image on her phone. The pictures looked similar enough, despite the drastic difference between day and night. Either way, she stuffed the phone in her pocket and pushed through. She cautiously approached the door, pushing on the stiff object once before realizing it was locked. Chaeyoung cursed softly to herself, reaching for her phone once again and looking for a specific text. She turned to the keypad and enter a four-digit code.

“Why are there so many codes?” She mumbled to herself before hearing a confirmation beep and walking in. The inside of the building was dimly lit by the soft glow of the computers that apparently stayed on throughout the night. It was almost eerie with how quiet the building was. The only thing she heard was the soft thuds of her converse leading her to the elevator. She had no idea why they insisted on meeting at night. It’s not like she was a secret to them, and she was certain the employees here wouldn’t care much for her presence.

As she waited for the elevator to deliver her to the floor specified in the text instructions, you emerged in her mind for a moment. The corners Chaeyoung’s of lips turned downward. The last time she saw you was when Yunho was dragging her away. It was a quick glance, catching only a sliver of you behind Mingi’s stature. She pressed the man for answers, and he only repeated how much you needed to keep her safe. You were so concerned about Chaeyoung’s safety that you forgot to prioritize your own. She worried and hoped that you would make it home. She slept in your bed for days, but that front door never opened. The moment when you stumbled through the hall, beaten and bruised but alive, to meet her with that weak smile and probably some snarky comment about how your bed smells like her now never came. Chaeyoung’s heart sank. All she desired was that you were alive.

She walked down a dark hallway, seeing a room emitting light towards the end. As she walked inside, she saw the three faces that were beginning to grow familiar to her. Chaeyoung never really hung out with your bodyguards. She only heard of them through stories. The last night she saw you was the second time that she's been around your friends. She would hope that you’d be happy she’s developing a friendship with them.

“Short stuff!” Yunho beamed.

She hated that nickname, but still, this was for you. Her lips pressed into a small smile as she waved at the men.

“Any reason why you couldn’t meet in the day?” She asked, sitting in the empty chair next to Wooyoung. From there, she noticed another man in the room with them. He was unrecognizable to her. Was he a part of your crew? She could’ve sworn that there were only three men you mentioned. Even though the man was boring a hole into the Chaeyoung, he never uttered a word. He never offered a smile. He was like a stone statue. Chaeyoung wasn't even 100% sure he was breathing.

“It’s too risky in the daytime,” Mingi answered simply. He leaned back in your father’s chair, placing his feet upon his chestnut desk. “Employees have been running around like headless chickens since Y/N got kidnapped.”

Chaeyoung figured that. You did mention having to run a few things and tidy up a few ends before you could leave. But she never would’ve thought that without you the place would be in shambles.

“What you got for us?”

She reached into her back pocket and pulled out her phone. She scrolled through a few pictures before stopping at a particular video. Chaeyoung handed the dark-haired man the phone as she looked at him. Mingi then took the phone in his hand and played the video.

“One of my friends works at that club where it fronts as a restaurant. She was filming a live right before the shooting broke out.”

Mingi let out a skeptical hum, wondering where Chaeyoung was leading with this. So far, it seemed like a waste of time. The woman on the screen was talking about her favorite lipstick before he heard the familiar sound of rounds beginning fired. Panic flooded the woman’s features in an instant. And instead of running, as most people did, she only fell back while the camera flipped to her surroundings. Just as he opened his mouth to protest against Chaeyoung’s “ground-breaking” news, he caught a familiar face. Your familiar face. You were holding something close to your chest as you looked around frantically. Then, a man emerged from a room behind you and aimed his weapon at you.

“Hey isn’t that Jackson?!” Yunho commented as he watched the video over Mingi’s shoulder.

“Yep,” was all Mingi responded as he sent the video to himself. He placed Chaeyoung’s phone on the desk, prompting her to grab it.

“So,” Chaeyoung said softly as she looked at the men. That namedrop meant absolutely nothing to her. “What are we gonna do now?”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?!” Chaeyoung repeated, raising her voice a little. Everyone’s gaze fell onto her, including Mingi’s piercing eyes. Though she was slightly intimidated, she held her ground. “You know this guy, right? Why aren’t you on the phone with him right now trying to see where she is?”

“Because that doesn’t concern you,” Mingi said as he took his feet off of your desk. “We—”

“Like hell it does!” Chaeyoung yelled, now standing up. “That’s my best friend, and you guys seem way too fucking chill over this newfound information. The person you claim to adore has been missing for over a month now! Yet you still show no sense of urgency. Instead, you’re just playing big boss in her office while she’s going through god knows what!”

Mingi’s face twitched. He didn’t like being yelled at, especially if the person is a foot shorter than him. He stood up from your desk slowly, eyes glued to the woman in front of him. Despite feeling the sudden urge to run away, Chaeyoung held her ground. “You feel better now that you got that off your chest?” Mingi asked.

Chaeyoung didn’t respond, didn’t move an inch, she just stared up at the man whose eyes were filling with hatred within each second that passed. This couldn’t be the same goofball, blabber-mouth, Mingi that you always raved about.

“Good,” he responded without an answer, “now get out.”

“W-What?! No! I need to—”

Suddenly, Chaeyoung's feet were off the ground. Her shirt was crumbled in Mingi’s hand as he pulled her close to him. Her body pressed against the desk uncomfortably as Mingi’s face was now inches from hers. Just as quickly as she realized she was raised in the air, she was tossed to the ground. She landed on her wrist, wincing slightly from the pain before looking up at the man.

“Get out.” He repeated.

She glanced at the other two men for help, only to be met with the top of their heads. Their eyes were glued to the floor, avoiding eye contact with her. They didn’t want to be the next target for Mingi’s rage. Filled with utter disbelief, she scoffed loudly. Her eyes landed on Mingi, glaring at him as she pushed herself off the ground. She dusted off her backside before turning around and leaving, but not without promptly flipping Mingi off. Her angry footsteps carried her towards the elevator. It was up to her and solely her to find you now. The only other people close to you seemed to not care about where you were, at least not as much as Chaeyoung.

The air was uncomfortable in the room after Chaeyoung left. Mingi’s jaw was clenched as his phone began to ring. After answering it, a man on the other end spoke to him. Mingi only hummed in agreement before hanging up. He looked at the other three men in the room, only one of them meeting his gaze with pure curiosity.

“Let’s go.”

“Mmmm,” Jeongguk let out a satisfied hum as he leaned back in his chair. He had one hand on his stomach while the other reached up into the air in a half-assed attempt to stretch out his body. The position caused you to giggle as you reached for his empty plate in front of him. “Y/N, I didn’t know you could cook like that.”

“Yeah, seriously!” Jimin chimed in as he stood up. He began to help gather the rest of the plates left on the table. “All this time you’ve been here, and you’ve been holding out on us?”

“Seokjin hates me,” you stated as you put the stack of dishes you collected in the sink. You didn't know if that was necessarily true — he was kinda nice to you when they had the dinner meeting — but it sure did feel that way. “Why would you think he would let me into his kitchen?”

“I don’t know,” Jeongguk answered before he got up from his chair. He properly stretched out his body, failing to hold back the small shriek accompanied by pulling his muscles. “But you got Namjoon’s approval, which means he’s probably gonna let you cook more.”

“Oh fun times,” you said sarcastically, earning a playful elbow from Jimin.

After your short McDonald’s run and a small argument with Jeongguk about helping carry in some of the groceries, you finally were able to cook. The meal was simple and something your mom used to make for you often as a child. The aroma brought back so many blissful yet painful memories. You were glad everyone — well, almost everyone — enjoyed it. You even got a compliment from Namjoon. You didn’t know he was capable of giving those. Everyone left the table once they were done eating. Everyone had nothing but good things to say about your meal. Jimin and Jeongguk stayed back, mainly because Jeongguk was trying to get a third serving.

You were about to start washing the dishes, but Jeongguk quickly grabbed the sponge from you and bumped you with his hip to move you out of the way. You almost would have argued with him if it wasn’t for the door opening and grabbing your attention. Three heads glanced towards the sound, only to be met with a glare. Taehyung sucked on his teeth as he closed the door behind him. A bag of leftover takeout was in his hand, the items shaking slightly as he took heavy steps toward you. You mirrored his stare, challenging him in this silent intimidation tactic. He insulted your meal earlier, refusing to eat it because if he "wanted to die, he would just have JK shoot him". Needless to say, he was excused from the table.

“So, how was your dinner?” Jimin asked, trying to clear the painfully obvious tension between you two. You and Taehyung have been blessed by the graces of Namjoon. He would make sure you two are never in the same place. Even when you're both at home, one is usually upstairs in a room while the other is socializing with the members. Everyone seemed to understand that you two shouldn't be left alone together for his sake.

“Amazing,” Taehyung replied with eyes still glued on you. “How was the slop Y/N made?”

You sucked your teeth, rolling your eyes as you turned away from him. Slop. How dare he. You should have smacked him for even thinking such a sentence, let alone having the balls to say it.

“It wasn’t slop,” Jeongguk quickly retorted. He didn't give you the chance to think of a reply. “It was actually really delicious. You missed out.”

Taehyung snorted, “Highly doubt it. Why should I trust a word you say?”

Jeongguk raised his head slowly before he looked at the other man. A different type of silence took over for a second.

“What?” Jimin asked as his eyes glanced between the two. “What do you mean by that?” You were wondering the same thing.

Jeongguk’s hands stopped washing the dishes momentarily as he stared at Taehyung, almost daring him to answer the question. Taehyung tried to keep his composure as long as he could, but his gaze was akin to Namjoon’s. There was only so much he could handle before being forced to submit.

He let out a deep sigh, directing his attention to the fridge, where he haphazardly threw his leftovers in. “Nothing,” he said dryly as he slammed the fridge door closed. The items in the fridge shook, causing you and Jimin to glance at each other.

Jeongguk resumed washing the dishes as you and Jimin exchanged a look. Anyone could tell that was bullshit, and something was happening between the two that only they seemed to know about. Taehyung headed towards the stairs without another word, causing Jimin’s face to fill with worry.

“Um,” Jimin almost whispered. “I’m gonna head to bed.” He didn’t wait for a response from you two before heading after Taehyung.

You looked to Jeongguk, hoping he could provide some sort of context to whatever the fuck just went down. But he didn’t spare a glance towards you, just finished off the rest of the dishes before pulling off his gloves.

“What happened just now?” You asked as you finished drying off the rest of the plates.

Jeongguk turned around to face you, leaning against the sink before crossing his arms over his chest. “Nothing.”

Your face went blank as you looked at him. “Nothing?” You repeated, and he nodded his head. “I’m not dumb, Ggukie, I know it was something.” It’s the second time he brushed you off, and you were not fond of that. You just had sex, for fuck sake. The least he could do was keep you in the know.

Jeongguk’s heart instantly started to race. Though the tone was borderline serious, that was the first time his nickname fell from your lips. You’ve heard his other members call him that sometimes, and you thought it was a cute nickname. It felt natural as you said it, and you didn’t even realize you did until there was a pause in the conversation. A smile curled onto his lips, big and goofy. His smile showed how butterflies erupted in his stomach as his heart raced a mile a minute.

“Jeongg—mmf!” Before you could finish saying his name, you felt his lips pressed against yours. He placed his hand on the small of your back, pulling you closer and securing you in place. Your hands rested on his shoulders, returning the kiss before he pulled away.

“It’s nothing, baby.” There goes that word again. He placed his free hand on the side of your face. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

You hummed, slightly unsatisfied by his answer but too distracted to fight it further. One kiss from him, and suddenly you had a one-track mind.

“Come on,” he then pressed a kiss against your forehead. “Let’s go to bed, it’s been a long day.” You nodded in agreement. You would love nothing more than to crawl into bed and cuddle up next to Jeongguk right now. But you knew that wasn’t going to happen. Instead, he was going to take you to your bedroom, kiss you good night, then leave you alone with your thoughts. It wasn’t fair, but that was how it had to be.

You stole a glance, his eyes meeting yours with a glint of desire. Oh, how you wanted to swim in those pools of dark brown all night. You found yourself leaning in and attaching your lips to his. You couldn’t help yourself. He was always so tempting and kissed you like it was going to be the last time when you both knew it wasn’t.

“We. Should. Go. To. Bed,” he said again during each small break.

“Mhm,” you hummed as a smile started to form on your lips. You stood on the tips of your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slid his arms around your waist. You both knew you were going to be down here for a little while longer.

If only either of you realized the eyes witnessing your forbidden affection.

↠ ɴᴇxᴛ :: ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ :: ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪɴᴅᴇx ↞

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Bend Til We Break - Chapter 9

previous chapters

“Hey! I was just about to te-” Hanna says through the phone

“What are you and Quinn hiding from me?” I cut her off but she doesn’t answer me right away. 

“I’m so sorry” Hanna says and her voice starts to break, “I never meant to hurt you”

“Wh- What is going on?” I say breathing slowly

“The real reason why I distanced myself was because of Quinn” she says starting to tear up

“What?” I say, starting to feel my heartbreak before she even confirms my deepest fear

“I- I- We slept together” she says. I hear her cry into her hand as I shut my eyes hard as tears escapes my eye rolling fast down my face.

“When?” I croak 

“Last summer”

“Once?” I ask but she doesn’t answer, I hear her sniffle on the other side, “how many times did you fuck Quinn, Hanna?!” I say loud and annoyed into the phone

“4 times” she confirms and I the breath I let out is shaky

“You fucked Quinn 4 times last summer?”

“No” she says collecting a deep breath before continuing, “We only fucked 3 times last summer”

“You just said 4”

“Y/n” I hear her begin to cry harder on the phone, “I’m so sorry” she whimpers

“When was the 4th time?” I ask, my brain goes to ‘while he was on the road in the spring’ but her confirmation was far worse

“It-” she swallows, “The first time we fucked w-was the night before he left for Vancouver”. I close my eyes and cover my mouth with my hand as I squeeze my eyes tight together letting the tears fall from my eyes. “You were so drunk that night and he came back to the party after walking you home and- Y/n I’m so sorry, I never meant for this to happen”

“How can you say you’re sorry when you fucked him 4 times?! It wasn’t just once, Hanna! You could have told me 6 fucking months ago when you had something to tell me-”

“Please! I’m so so so sorry!” she interrupts me whimpering

“Well, it’s too late. I’m fucking pregnant with his child” I say and the line goes quiet for a second

“Oh my god- I- oh my- I’m so sor-” she starts

“Save it Hanna, you were never my friend. You were right for distancing yourself, you should have started after you fucked my boyfriend the first time” I interrupt her before hanging up.

I hold my phone to my chest and cry so hard but no sound escapes my mouth as I clutch my heart. I don’t even know how long I stayed there crying until I finally tried to calm down a bit before pulling my phone out and calling Josh. It rings for a bit before he finally answers.

“Hello?” his raspy voice sounds through the phone like I woke him. 

“Did you know?” I say in the phone

“Y/n, it’s 1:30”

“Did you know?” I repeat myself

“Know what?” Josh asks me 

“Stop acting stupid” I say crying into the phone, “I know about Hanna and Quinn! why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think I should have been the one to tell you” he confesses

“but you should have” I say crying harder, hanging the phone up before chucking it across the car.

I turn the car on and swing it into drive, speeding to the Hughes household. I whip the car into the driveway fast slamming the door and Quinn walks around the corner. Once he saw me it looked like he run into a brick wall of guilt, “Y/n I can explain” he says

“What Quinn? Really what? What could you say to truly explain yourself?!”

“Y/n please I-” he starts before I cut him off and Jack appears at the top of the stairs. 

“What? You were going to ghost me anyway? Huh? Is that why you fucked the person I was the closest to?!” I say and he takes a step forward, “Don’t! I loved you Quinn”

“It was a mistake Y/n, I was drinking and-” he tries to explain and the tears didn’t stop from my eyes

“Mistake?” I laugh dryly, “That’s why you fucked her again last summer? and again, and again”

“Baby” he says taking another step closer to me

“Don’t fucking baby me!” I yell at him and he comes closer

“I loved you then and I love you now, I never stopped loving you” he says and I push him away from me. 

“Is that why you fucked my best friend? Because you loved me?” I yell at him

“Please just one more-”

“Don’t you fucking dare! I don’t have anymore chances to fucking give you Quinn! You ruined my life more than you will EVER know.” I say before I bring my hands up to cover my face. I feel Quinn’s arms begin to wrap around me, and I push him back hard and the tears stop for a second. Beginning to get physical out of frustration I bring my hand around and hit him hard across the face, I stare at his bloodshot eyes trying to catch my breathe before I begin hitting him in the chest over and over, “I fucking hate you” I repeat over and over as the tears I thought I may have ran out of drain from my eyes again. Quinn just stands there with tears in his eyes, taking each hit to the chest. I feel someone pull me off Quinn and my legs weaken as I fall to the floor in Jack’s arms. I sit on the floor and cry into Jack’s shoulder as he hugs me. 

“Y/n-” Quinn starts but I feel Jack lift his head looking up at his brother before saying, 

“Quinn, just go”

“Jack, let me talk to my-”

“Quinn, GO. or I swear to god I will kick your fucking ass” Jack threatens and I hear Quinn’s footsteps leave across the house before a loud bang from the garage door erupts the house

I continued crying in Jack’s arms for what felt like hours until I looked up at him. “Everyone kept this from me” I say, wiping my tears “for years”. Jack just shakes his head.

“Jack” I say gaining eye contact, “I’m pregnant”

[valenshawke]

Something of a report... or personal ramblings, whichever.

Life's been... interesting.

Going to try to make this as concise as possible.

The last time I made any kind of report was June 9th. That was the last time I had any writing progress. Since then, it's been very hectic.

Work: Just a constant battle over workload and the national project that's stressing everyone out. Is there a light at the end of the tunnel? Maybe.

Writing: Nothing. I've at least started to go back and read some of my stuff to see where I am. I am hoping I can return to my project next week.

Mental Health: I'm medicated, so that's kept me even-keeled. But I am cognizant of the stress I've been under. Again, some of it is work as I try to argue with the bosses about what projects I want and do not want. So July was stressful. I had a job interview two weeks ago. Was probably the best I've ever done. I thought I gave myself a real shot. Doesn't look like it.

August, though. August. Three people close to me ended up in the hospital. Parent ended up in the psych unit (last time this happened was almost 11 years ago). My therapist remarked how calm I was about the whole thing. I said, "All this shit is amusing." But phone calls from the ER at 3 AM for medical history meant going to work on no sleep.

One of my closest and dearest friends had been in the hospital since third week of July. I found out in August. It was bad. I talked to her twice in August. The second time I just broke down cause I was convinced that was our last talk. I didn't expect her to live much longer. I don't think anyone did. So imagine my surprise when I see the caller ID on the night of September 4th (of all fucking days) and her name on it. I haven't been so scared to answer a phone. But it was her. Sounding much better. She sounds like she'll be home by Thanksgiving. I can only hope.

Her granddaughter is a fucking mess though. I've helped her out financially. Should I have? No. Did I? Yeah. But as someone said to me, "You showed that girl a kindness that no one else probably has." I was able to confirm none of the help was used for crystal meth! Yeah...

Significant other ended up in the hospital with a bad infection for a week. That led to a whole lot of drama at home.

Which has made September pretty weird. Monday, I felt like I was making improvement. Not that my mental wasn't taking a massive beat-down throughout the summer (but I do think I do have a seasonal issue as my previous therapist thought). But I started doing stuff I put on the back-burner because it was just about getting through the day most of the summer. Tuesday, I woke up with a ton of anxiety for no apparent reason.

Now: Still behind on the stuff on the back-burner, but I'm making some progress. I'm trying something new to restructure my life a bit to see if I can maintain that ever elusive consistency.

Things I need to schedule back into my life: Writing, the lesson plan my instructor gave me for something I want to learn, and exercise.

Things I'm trying: A much more rigid structure. Seemed to work at work, even though I already have a reputation as a hard worker.

Therapist and I talked about all of this. We're going to start doing another deep history dive on all of this and how they all interrelate. It's weird. Took over a year just to get through the trauma of my dad's death as a child.

But I'm still here. Whether or not that counts for something, I can look back on the last 3 months and go, "I handled all of that very differently." Did I handle it well? I think so.

Maybe that counts for something.

[steelandblood]

#9 from the h/c dialog prompts?

HI anon! Thank you so much for sending this prompt and I'm sorry it took me so long. There were two h/c dialog prompts posts so I just took #9 from both of them.

Warning for lightly implied past child abuse and csa

Mirwen was back at home. It made no sense, she has not returned to her father's house ever since she left. And yet here she was in her childhood bedroom, that looked exactly the way she left it. She heard steps outside. She had to get out, fast. She tried the door, but it was locked. She tried breaking it open, ramming her shoulder into it, but it didn't budge. The steps grew louder and closer. She could feel her heart beating fast, as if trying to break out of her ribcage, it was getting harder to breathe. Mirwen needed to get out, now. She rushed to the window, it was only the second floor, the fall wouldn't kill her, but when she opened the curtains there was no window, just wall. Mirwen lowered her head in despair, there was no way out. That was when she finally noticed that she was only wearing a translucent lacey nightgown, that one her father liked best. She rushed to the closest, desperate to find some clothes to cover herself up, but every shelf was filled with more of the exact same horrible nightgown. The steps were at the door.  She dove under the covers, hiding like a stupid child, and held her breath. The door opened. There were hands touching her.

Mirwen woke up in a panic, hand instinctively flying to her mouth to muffle any possible sounds. Rauna was leaning over her, a concerned look on her face. Mirwen thought she had gotten better at keeping quiet. Apparently not.

"Mirwen, are you alright? I seemed like you were having a really bad nightmare."

"I'm s-so s-so-s-sorry, I d-didn't mean to wake you up," Mirwen hated how pathetic she sounded, but maybe at least it will cause Rauna to be less mad at her, "I pr-p-p-promise it won't hap-p-happen again. I can m-maybe gag myself, or, or if it d-d-doesn't work I can j-just get an-nother room..." she was desperately trying to make things better but Rauna only seemed more upset.

"Mirwen, what the fuck? No. What are you talking about? And you didn't even wake me up, it's a full moon, I was praying outside." Rauna didn't sound angry, but that didn't mean she wasn't. She was probably just being nice, far nicer then Mirwen deserved. "Are you really alright though, because you don't sound like it. Do you want to talk about it?"

"No... Yes... I mean I'm f-fine, it's n-n-nothing." If only Mirwen could have made herself stop stuttering she might have sounded convincing.

"Your hands are shaking." Rauna pointed out calmly and Mirwen immediately hid them behind her back.

"S-sorry. I am fine, re-really. It's usually way worse. Please j-just go to sleep."

Rauna's face darkened. Of course, Mirwen managed to screw up again.

"Mirwen, you realize that that is not normal, right? You are clearly not fine, are you sure you don't want to talk about this?"

"Rauna, p-please, not this. I c-can't... not-t to you" Rauna was too good, too pure, and seemed to like her against all odds, Mirwen couldn't lose that.

"It's because you think I'm a child, isn't it?" Rauna sounded disappointed rather than angry, which was maybe worse, because at least angry Mirwen learned how to fix. "Well I'm not. I'm not as innocent and naive as you think I am. I can handle it." She sounded so young saying this, Mirwen wanted to cry.

"You are thought, you shouldn't have to deal with th-this and I... I d-d-don't... I don't want t-to ruin you. I d-don't want t-to... I can't... P-please just let it go." She was almost begging at this point. It was so hard to not give Rauna what she wanted, but she couldn't let her know. The moment Rauna found out she would lose any trace of respect or affection she had towards her and Mirwen was too selfish to let that happen.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed it." Rauna took mercy on her, "But please at least consider this, you can't keep it bottled up forever." Mirwen nodded in response, fully intending to take the shameful secret of this part of her life to her grave.

Rauna went to bed and in a few minutes Mirwen could hear her soft snores. She remained awake, staring blankly at the ceiling until soft sunlight started creeping through the window. She turned to her side and closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep until she could hear the others steering awake.

[pedropascalsx]

tell me your secrets.

javier pena x fem reader.

chapters: 1 AND 2 of ??

words: 6333

rating: explicit

summary:  You accidentally get caught up in emotions, and end up spending the evening sifting through paperwork. And after a few drinks secrets are revealed.

In hindsight was storming Noonans office to complain about cuts, and more unnecessary involvement from other parties a smart idea? No. But was it yours…? Well, not entirely.

And now it’s Friday evening and instead of drinking an absurd amount of wine in some shit-hole bar, you’re still at the Embassy being forced to go through a mountain of paperwork as punishment. And your two co-conspirators are just as happy about it as you are, one of whom is currently getting his ass chewed on the phone by his equally unhappy wife.  

The sound of the phone being slammed down makes you visibly jump, “Fuck,” Steve all but shouts, “Olivia is sick, and Connie has one diaper on hand. I promised I’d pick more up when I finished at five.” You glance over at the clock for the one millionth time this evening, and it’s currently 09:13pm, and you’re a quarter of the way through… if that.

“Go,” you mouth at him, trying not to draw attention to your other partner who you assume is currently mourning this loss of an evening at his favourite brothel.

“I can be back in a half hour,” Steve grumbles whilst jumping to his feet, “I can’t leave her without diapers.”

You shake your head at him with a slight smile, “Me and the cowboy kid have got this. Go, look after your sick child. And when you’re being doused in poop and vomit, try not to miss this too much.” you gesture around at the stacks of paperwork.

“I owe you one.” Steve says whilst dropping a small kiss to your scalp.

“No, you owe us both one.” Javier counters back with an undeniable amount of venom in his voice.

“Right. Beers on me.” And just like that three become two.

“Shouldn’t have said he didn’t need to come back,” he grits at you, big brown eyes burning a hole in your face, “We won’t be done this side of midnight.”

Javier Peña.

Your partner in crime. The grumpiest man on earth that simultaneously happens to be the sweetest but only when no-one else is looking. He’s been your closest friend from the moment you walked through the embassy doors, and you couldn’t bare to be without him. With the exception of Steve, he has been the only partner you’ve ever had to treat you as an equal. He has no issues complimenting your work, when necessary, but also calling your ass out when you’ve fucked up. The only gripe you have with him is his insistence to be your wingman every time you go to a bar.

It's been six months since you arrived in Columbia and despite the fact you clearly don’t do one-night stands, he seems hellbent on getting you laid. Which seems to have amplified since the only semblance of a relationship you’ve been in since arriving fell to shit. The cause? Javier Peña.

Does he know this? Absolutely not.

Jesse was a good guy, funny, smart and genuinely cared for you. But he wasn’t what you wanted… more specifically who. And after blue-balling the poor guy for four months, you had to walk away. He of course was extremely kind about it and went out of his way to continue saying hello and stopping for an occasional chat when you bumped into him at work.

But things came to a head the night you fell asleep at his place, he graciously carried you to bed, and you woke him up having an intimate dream about the man sitting directly opposite you. On that night you learned not only to you make a lot of noise when dreaming, but apparently talk in your sleep to. And ultimately confessed your feelings for your partner by moaning his name in another mans bed.

And now you’re replaying that moment whilst alone in a room with him and trying not to squirm from embarrassment. But like every other thing on this planet, he picks up your discomfort immediately.

“What’s wrong with your face, cariño?” he asks clearly amused by you.

“What’s wrong with yours?” you counter back.

“It’s being forced to look at you.” He says with one of his trademark winks and you just amount melt into a puddle in your seat.

“We can’t all be as pretty as your favourite boy, murphy,” you stand up and stretch to try and relieve some tension building in the bottom of your back, “What are they going to do if we leave? Can they really make us stay working throughout the night, because of your big mouth?”

“Because of my big mouth? As I recall, it was you who started to yell.”

You groan loudly at the memory; you didn’t even want to go in there in the first place. Murphy and Pena had gotten so riled up over everything, you simply followed to try and be the voice of reason… but that immediately backfired when you became the scapegoat as they tried to justify the ridiculous cuts by claiming your addition to the team is the reason why, and before you knew it you were leaning over the ambassadors’ desk yelling back at her. Only bought back to reality when Javier lightly rested his hand on your left hip and gave it a reassuring squeeze, and to no one’s expectations… he became the voice of reason in that room.

“Do you want a coffee?” you murmur at him, ignoring his question, and grabbing your mug off of your desk.

“I would love one, cariño” he says offering you his favourite mug from his meticulously neat desk, and providing another wink to go with it. You roll your eyes in return, grabbing it from him and trying to remain cool as your fingers meet his.

The coffee room is as deserted as you expected, and you take the opportunity to unbutton the first couple of buttons on your blouse as a poor attempt to cool yourself down. “Pull yourself together, moron,” you mumble to yourself as you bring your closed fists up to your temple and shake your head as a small laugh escapes your mouth. You fill the mugs as quickly as you can before returning to your office, with a new determination to get through this night as efficiently as you can.

You walk into the room and find him missing from his desk and groan out loud, assuming he’s snuck out for a cigarette break and almost have a heart attack when instead you turn around and see him sitting on the floor smirking in your direction whilst dividing a pile of files into two stacks.

“Think I did a Murphy and escaped, baby?” he says with a low chuckle, the deep baritone of his husky voice makes you gulp.

“Thought you’d ran out to get a nicotine fix,” you sat whilst passing him both mugs and positioning yourself directly in front of him, “which stack is mine?”

“Whichever one takes your fancy, Cariño.”

“And we’re sitting on the floor, why?”

“Because your back is hurting from those shitty chairs.”

“Oh.” You take your mug out of his hands and take a small sip, not masking the disgust in your face, “Now we’re losing more money, do you think they’ll use some of it and provide half decent coffee in the break room?”

“Doubt it,” he’s flicking through a file, clearly disinterested in starting casual conversation.

But you don’t care, you’re bored and the only way you’re getting through this is with your pal keeping you from going insane so you ask a question you know will get his attention. “Want to make it an Irish coffee?” you crawl rather ungraciously on your knees back around to your desk and pull open the bottom desk. Inside is a bottle of extremely expensive whiskey you were gifted upon your arrival and had never had good enough reason to crack open.

“You have been hiding that? And you offered me a goddamn coffee?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Eh. Didn’t know you we’re a whiskey man,” you giggle back as you return to your place in front of him.

“Those pretty eyes clearly are in need of seeing an eye doctor then, cariño.” He says taking the bottle out of your hand and unscrewing it before dropping a large shot in both of your mugs, “Fuck. This is good shit, too.”

“Courtesy of the US embassy for my agreement to come down and whip your asses into shape,” you cheers his mug and take a large sip, “Mhmm. Not even that helped this shitty coffee.”

“Quicker you drink it, quicker you can use the mug for this,” his eyes still on the glass bottle in his hands, “Fuck, can’t believe you’ve hid this for six months.”

You start going through your pile of work and he graciously joins in the mundane chitchat you’re making him suffer through, and he keeps both of your mugs topped up and before you know it, your cheeks are flushed red, and you’ve gotten to the point of tipsiness where you giggle uncontrollably at nothing. A state he has seen you in many times. You glance up at him, reading through a file and you study his face. His dimples prominent as he smiles at your giggly state in front of him, brows still slightly furrowed but his face looking years younger as the stress of the day starts to wean away.

“You want me to grab the camera from Murphys desk? Let you take a photo, and then maybe you’ll be able to do some work, baby?” he says glancing over the file and down at your face.

“You’re pretty,” you giggle.

“Jesus,” he smirks, “No more whiskey for you.”

“I think you’ll find it belongs to me, Peña. So, I’ll have as much as I like.”

“Is that so?” he taps on the stack of files to your side and tilts his head slightly whilst looking at your face, “Come on pretty girl, quicker we get through this, the better.”

Pretty girl. That’s new. You swallow at the unexpected new endearment and pick up another stack of papers, skimming through each one and adding it to whichever pile it belongs in. The shredding pile being the most popular.

A slight chuckle makes you look up at him, and you watch as he scratches the patchy hair that’s just began growing at the bottom of his chin, “So I heard part of a conversation between Connie and Steve the other day.”

“Yeah?” you raise your eyebrow at him, “What’s happening in the Murphy household this week?”

“Not the Murphys. Someone elses.”

“Why are you being weird and cryptic?”

“Who are you having sex dreams about?” he blurts out looking surprised at his own lack of self-control.

You feel the colour drain from your face, and your hands find their way into your hair, “What are you talking about?” you gasp unable to look in his direction.

“Connie said that’s why you and the security guard broke up. Only caught the end of the discussion though. Can’t say I was expected that to have been the reason you finally saw sense though,” you hear the sound of both mugs being refilled and close your eyes tightly in embarrassment.

“Who was it about?” he chuckles again, “Surely the sex couldn’t have been that bad, your dreams had to step in.”

“We never had sex,” you blurt out, “Fuck. Can we just not do this right now?”

You finally look up at him, and he’s staring directly at your face. Eyes wide open, those gorgeous dark coffee-coloured eyes glaring at you, “You dated him for months and you never?”

“Javier,” you gasp out, “I feel bad enough.”

“It’s okay. Don’t. I’m sure he’s fine.” He nods… And then he starts to laugh. Like really laugh. “Baby. Four months? Wasn’t it like four months you dated him?”

“Peña.” You groan, throwing a file in his direction. “Thought you wanted to get out of here tonight.”

His laughs continue as he picks up more work to do and you want desperately a hole to open up in the ground and just swallow you whole.

“I have a proposition. I reveal a secret, and you tell me who you were dreaming about,” he says clearly not ready to drop the subject.

“What’s your secret?” you say with a loud sigh.

He puts the paperwork in his hand down in front of him and takes a large sip of his whiskey. “I was engaged once.”

You sit upright, you don’t know what you were expecting him to reveal, but it wasn’t that.

“Nice girl. Good heart. Proper southern belle. Would have kept me in Texas for life, I think,” you note the slight twang of sadness in his voice, “She’s good now though. Married, kids, big, beautiful house and I assume the minivan to boot.”

“What happened?” your voice barely above a whisper.

“Realised it was a mistake. Got half-way to the church and realised that I’d be ruining both of our lives.”

Your mouth opens slightly in disbelief, “On your wedding day?”

“Yeah. Pretty shitty timing to realise I didn’t love her, right” an unamused chuckle escapes his mouth, and he clears his throat, “Anyway. She forgave me, and she’s happy. So, water under the bridge. Your turn.”

“My turn?”

“Reveal your secret.”

“Oh yeah… No. I didn’t agree to that,” you say with a smug grin on your face.

“Cariño… Come on.”

“Nope.”

“What happened in the dream?”

You laugh out loud at his audacity and shake your head… “Javier.”

“I gave you something, now you give me something.”

Do you want ALL of the sordid details or just a brief description,?” this time it’s you with the unamused chuckle, “Another half hour and then we can go. They didn’t specify we needed to do it all.”

His hand reaches out, and gently grips the bottom of your chin and he tilts your head up to meet his gaze, “Tell me, Cariño.”

You unconsciously bite down on your lip, as you stare into his eyes, feeling a pool of desire build up inside of you. One that you should ignore.

“If I tell you… What happened in the dream? You’ll let it go?”

He nods his head at you in silent confirmation, before dropping his hand from your chin.

An awkward giggle slips from your lips, as you empty the contents of your mug, before refilling it for the umpteenth time that night. “Fuck,” you avert your gaze as far from his as you possibly can, concentrating intently on a mark on the wall behind him. “Let’s just say, it involved a table. Me. Undressed. Sitting on it…” you run your hands through your hair and before you can finish the sentence yourself, he’s doing it for you.

“Being tasted.”

“Fuck,” you shake your head and take another sip of whiskey before making a new pile for shredding, “Can we finish this now?” you whimper.

“One more question. Just one.”

You look back up at him and nod your head in agreement.

“In your dream… was I eating that pretty little pussy the way it deserves to be eaten?”

“Javier,” you gasp.

“Might have heard more than I let on,” he admits, whilst keeping his eyes glued to yours, “Answer me.”

His deep tone burns through you and the dangerous edge leaves no room for arguing.

“Yes.” You choke out.

CHAPTER TWO:

You’re staring across at him, and he’s staring back at you. The only sound coming from the clock on the wall behind him, ticking away the seconds. It feels like an eternity since either of you have spoken, and you’re unsure of how to break the silence. Terrified the friendship you’ve formed is moments away from falling apart.

“Talk to me,” he murmurs gently, slightly tilting his head again, whilst staring at your mouth, “How many times have you thought about me?”

You bite down on your bottom lip and interlock your fingers breaking the eye contact, “A few,” you say barely above a whisper.

The silence returns and you find yourself thinking of reasons to leave, to get up and walk away without speaking. Hoping that you can go back to your life as normal on Monday, and not have everything ruined because you told Connie in a moment of weakness. You figured she’d tell Steve the moment it escaped your lips, so you’re not upset or angry with her, but with yourself instead.

“I don’t- I don’t want you to be upset with me,” you whisper, “I don’t want things to be weird.”

“Why would I be upset with you, Cariño?”

“I overstepped a li-“

He chuckles lowly and interrupts midsentence, “You had a dream, unless you have some bizarre power, that’s not something you can control,” he runs his hands through his hair slowly before meeting your gaze again, “You think you’re the only person who’s thought about someone they shouldn’t? You don’t think there is a reason why I’ve tried to see you with other people?”

Your brows furrow in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“Come on, Cariño. You think I actually want to see you leave the bar with some random guy?” he sounds frustrated, like you should already know what he’s saying, “The first time you walked into this room, I felt like I wouldn’t ever be able to stop looking at you. Hell, if you didn’t walk out with Murphy I probably wouldn’t have.”

Your breath audibly hitches, and you feel your face flush. “You never said anything.”

He shakes his head and wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hands, “I haven’t been able to focus. Not since hearing Connie. I didn’t think I’d ever bring it up to you, I don’t know why I have… maybe it’s the fucking drink. Maybe it’s being forced to sit across from you every fucking day, and not knowing what to do with myself.”

Six months. Six months since you walked into this room, took one look at him and felt you body flush with an unknown warmth. One you’ve chased every day since then, consciously or not. Feeling it every time he’s smiled at you, called you one of his pet names, lightly touched your arm, your lower back in passing or on a stakeout when he’d let you cuddle into the crook of his neck. His mouth opens to speak again but before he can say anything, you’re smashing your lips against his hungrily, hands clawing at the back of his head. He groans in approval and his tongue starts licking its way into your mouth with ease, and you moan into him as he starts grabbing at your ass.

“Fuck,” he grits out from between his teeth after breaking the kiss, “No. We can’t.” He repeats, before pulling into himself up onto his feet, leaving you behind on the floor. You watch him pace back and forth occasionally throwing glances in your direction.

You stand up as steadily as you can, feeling the effects of the whiskey burning through you as you climb to your feet and gesture down at the piles of work surrounding you, “We shouldn’t leave this here,” you mumble before picking up a pile for shredding and shoving it in a bag. He walks back around from his desk and picks up the files for keeping and carefully places them on his desk to be dealt with on Monday. You listen to the sound of his boots scraping the floor as he clears up, putting the remainder of your whiskey back into your drawer whilst you continue adding the piles of shredding to the bags ready to be hauled down to janitorial services over the weekend.

The tension in the air in unavoidable, the distance he’s put between you both whilst staying completely silent has added more confusion to an already confusing evening.

Eventually, you finish filling the bags and you turn to see him shoving on his leather jacket and pulling out his car keys. Steve drove you early that morning and you’re not feeling like right now is a good time to inform him that you’re without a ride. So, you remain silent, walking over to the coat rack and grabbing your coat. You carefully fold it over your arm, and glance back at him. “Where did you park?” he grumbles fiddling idlily with his keys.

“Steve, drove me,” You mumble, “I’ll call a cab.”

His mouth falls into a disapproving frown, and he awkwardly laughs, “Right. We live in the same building, but you’d need to call a cab,” He rolls his eyes and shakes his head at you, “It’s late. Let’s go.”

“What the fuck is happening?” you blurt out with a giggle, “What the fuck, Javier?”

And then he’s on you, before you have time to process anything, you’re being lifted onto your desk behind you and he’s standing over you, kissing you with no care, a clash of teeth and lips as you both desperately grab at each other. His hands find their way into your hair, and you begin clawing at his chest. Desperate to pull open the rest of his shirt. He bites down on your lower lip, and grips the bottom of your face, your eyes whip open and you’re staring directly into his as he’s running his tongue across your lip.

“Want me to make that pretty little dream come true?” he growls whilst peppering hard fleeting kisses on your lips, “Want me to hike up that tight little skirt, spread your legs and eat your pussy right here?” his left hand drops to your hip, and he squeezes it tightly.

“If we start this, I’m not sure I’d be able to stop” you admit, trying to ignore the dull ache throbbing in the centre of your legs, feeling yourself dripping as your arousal leaks out of you.

He sighs out loud and gently presses his nose against yours, “me neither baby,” and his lips are on yours again. This time a little less rough but still as desperate, still frantically discovering your mouth with his tongue. You moan at the thought of finally getting that tongue in between your legs. He pulls you to the edge of the desk, and presses himself up against you, the feeling of his rock-hard cock against your thighs makes you gasp.

“Answer my question,” he murmurs directly into your lips, “Do you want me to taste you, cariño?”

“Not here,” you admit quietly, “In your apartment. That’s where I dreamt of it.”

He takes a step back and runs his finger across his bottom lip - a move you’ve watched him do a hundred times. But this time feels different, he’s looking at you with an intense longing, a look that makes you burn in the most delicious kind of way. “Let’s fucking go,” he growls before pulling you off the desk and on to your feet, his fingers locked with yours as he leads you out of your office, dropping them the moment you’re in the hall and you basically run as you try to keep up with his pace.

The moment you make it to his jeep he’s ripping the passenger door open and heading rapidly to the drivers’ side, you climb in and watch as he speeds away from the parking lot. And once the embassy is out of sight, he slides his hand on your thigh, running it up and down, occasionally stopping to squeeze it. Driving like a man on a mission, only slowing down when completely necessary. You watch as his chest heaves up and down, and your eyes fall down to this crotch. The sight of the outline of his hardened cock spreads a wildfire throughout you, and you reach across and palm him roughly through his jeans.

“Fuck,” he grits, “Fuck, baby. You like that? Like feeling how fucking hard you make me?”

“Yes,” you mumble quietly, “Do you want to see how wet you make me?”

The noise he makes in response to your question makes you clench, “Fuck. Yes. Fucking show me baby.”

You slightly raise your hips off of your seat and pull your skirt up to the top of your thighs and open your legs, watching as his eyes dart back and forth to the road and to you exposing yourself to him. You slowly hook your panties to the side and run your finger through your slit. You blush slightly at the noise your soaking wet pussy makes as you gather some of your slick on the tip of your finger, before bringing your fingers to his lips. He opens his mouth as you gently push your fingers inside to let him taste you from your own fingers and he groans in approval, licking your fingers thoroughly and making sure he gets every part of your taste in his mouth.

“Fuck, baby. You taste so fucking sweet,” he grunts, “Can’t wait to taste you for real. Watch you come apart slowly in my mouth.” The dangerous edge to his voice making your pussy clench around nothing, and your clit steadily pulsate with desperate need.

The moment he pulls up to your shared apartment building you’re both swinging your doors open and approaching the door with haste, ready for six months of pining and yearning to come to a head. Ready for six months of unspoken tension to be relieved in the most delicious way.

You open the door as quickly as you can, feeling his hot breath on the back of your neck as he briefly presses himself up against you.

The moment you’re inside his hand finds the small of your back as he leads you to his apartment, swinging open the door and slamming it closed just as quickly, before pushing you back up against it and slamming his mouth on yours. “Kitchen, now,” he orders, and you comply straight away, pushing past him.

You stand in front of his small round table waiting, he walks over to the cupboard pulling out two glasses and pouring you both a large glass of whiskey, “I recall you mentioning the word ‘undressed’ when briefly discussing this dream of yours and you’re painfully dressed right now,” his gaze remaining on the two glasses in front of him.

He turns to face you sipping slowly on his drink, “Take off your clothes” he growls, “Now.”

He takes a careful step forward as you start to unbutton your blouse, taking your time with each button and letting it roll off of your shoulders on to the floor, you reach back and unzip your skirt and pull it down with your panties in one motion.

He licks his lips as his eyes flick up and down the length of your body, watching you unhook your bra and allowing it to drop to his floor. He walks over to the table, places his glass on the table behind you and drops to his knees right in front of you. Keeping his eyes locked on yours as he gathers your discarded garments, you slightly squirm at the proximity of his face to your pulsating cunt. He slowly stands up and puts your clothes on the back of the chair beside you. “So, what next?” he asks before dotting a quick kiss on your lips.

You sit down on the table behind you, and gesture for him to pull a chair in front of you, “Are you sure?” you ask.

“Never been surer of anything in my life, Cariño”, he says dropping himself onto the chair in front of you. He kisses your thighs gently being spreading them slowly, running his rough hands up the length of your thighs. “Fuck,” he murmurs, “Knew you’d have the prettiest little cunt,” he runs his thumb down your slit, “So fucking wet.”

“Javier,” you moan as his tongue dips into your slit, slowly moving from your clit to your entrance, gathering up all of your wetness. No shame in the filthy noses escaping his mouth as he tastes laps up your arousal on his tongue. The slurping noise he makes, makes you gasp out loud. You look down at him, his tongue still buried in your folds as he’s looking up at your face and the moment you make eye contact, he moves. Tilting his face upwards and slowly dragging his tongue back up to your clit.

He lazily sucks on it a few times, before flickering his tongue so precisely over your tiny bundle of nerves. Applying the perfect amount of pressure every time, one of your hands finds it way to your breast and you start roughly palming it and he grunts in approval, the vibrations from his throat making you moan louder. Your other hand makes in way into his hair, lacing your fingers in between it and slightly tugging his face further into your dripping wet cunt.

You rock your hips into his face, and his hands dig into your hips, hard enough to leave tiny bruises but the slight pain on top of the incredible pleasure makes you yell his name, “Javier, please,” you moan, “Please.”

A long mhmm is hummed into your clit and he continues licking you so perfectly with such an obvious hunger for your taste that it pushes you over the edge, and your orgasm tears through you as your hand drops from your breast and joins the other on the back of his head. You pull his face hard into your cunt, and he doesn’t slow down once continuing to eat your pussy as you ride out your orgasm hard and loud.

The feeling of immense pleasure consumes every part of you, not a single place spared as you feel your body tingle in delight.

“Fuck,” you breath out raggedly as you briefly tighten your grip on his head. Carefully unlacing your fingers from his hair and bringing your hands up to your face, as you blush thinking about how loudly you came on his face.

He peppers kisses down your thighs, and let’s out a low chuckle before reaching up to pull your hands away from your face, “You look so fucking good right now, baby,” a gentle kiss dropped to your knee, “So fucking pretty. As good as you dreamed?”

“Better,” you choke out through laboured breaths, “So much better, than I could have ever imagined.”

He rises from his chair and stands over you, legs still spread wide open whilst laying back on his table and he kisses you. Like really kisses you. As passionately but as soft as he can, you can taste yourself on his lips and tongue, his tongue entering your mouth like it’s all it’s ever known.

His hands find your breasts and he gently squeezes, and palms them, whilst biting at your lips.

“I want to fuck you so badly,” he says with his lips still pressed to yours, “You think you can take my cock tonight, baby?”

You nod your head in agreement, and his hands move down from your breasts to the bottom of your legs and he’s lifting you up off his table, you wrap your legs around him as he carries you into his room.

He places you so gently on the centre of his bed, and takes a step back to look at you, “The amount of times I’ve wished to see you right there,” he whispers to you.

“Javier, take off your clothes,” you say as you watch his eyes flick over your bared body, “I need you.”

Within seconds he’s ripping his shirt off without any care, his hands fumbling at his belt as he rips it through the belt loops on his jeans and the moment its out of his hands, he’s undoing his button and unzipping them whilst mumbling soft praises at you. He pulls his jeans and boxers down in one motion, and you gasp at the sight of his cock, the moment it springs free and hangs rock hard between his legs. It’s long and so thick. So, so thick. You knew it had to be big from palming it through his jeans on the car ride over, but nothing could prepare you for the sight in front of you right now.

He chuckles as he looks at your face, your eyes still glued to his throbbing length, “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle.”

He reaches over and opens the drawer next to his bed and produces a small bottle of lube, he squeezes a small amount into his hand and runs it up the length of his cock. A loud moan escapes your mouth as you watch him tug and stroke himself so perfectly in front of you, “You like watching me do this baby? God. The amount of times I’ve laid right where you are… running my hands up and down my cock thinking about you… fuck. Didn’t know if I’d ever get you in here with me.”

You bite your lip at his confession and snake your hand down in between your legs and rub slow circles whilst watching him stroking his cock, “The f-first day we met, went back to my apartment and touched myself to the thought of you,” you admit, “imagined that deep voice telling me to cum for you in my ear. Can’t get myself off without thinking about you, Javier.”

“Fuck,” he grits, “You ready for my cock?”

“I’ve been ready for six months,” you choke out, fingers continuing to rub perfect circles into your clit.

He gently pulls your hand away and lines himself at your entrance, one hand on your hip as he gently pushes his throbbing head into your pussy, you both moan at the same time, the sharp stinging of him filling you paired with a delicious pleasure making you bite down on your lip so hard you taste blood. “So… fucking tight, perfect cunt,” he grits out as he continues to inch himself further into you, making sure to study your face throughout to make sure you’re okay. The moment he’s fully buried in you, he gently caresses your face and kisses your lips tenderly. “You ready for me to move?”

“Yes, baby,” you moan, “Fuck me, Javier.”

And fuck you, he does. Every thrust of his hips has you writhing in pleasure, the angle he’s fucking you in, hitting that perfect spot right up inside of you. Your fingers dig into his broad shoulders as he works his length in and out of you over and over again, the sound of slapping skin and both of your cries of pleasure fill the room. With one particular thrust, you find yourself unable to stop clamping around his cock, his groans spurring the motion on further, “Fuck baby,” he growls as your fluttering walls grip his length so tight.

“You gonna cum for me, cariño?” he whispers into your ear, whilst beginning to rub circles into your clit “Cum on my cock?”

“Yes,” you cry out loud moaning out his name over and over, “Javier, Javier, Javi-“and then it tears through you. The feeling like nothing else you’ve known, the indescribable pleasure pulling words from deep inside you, words you can’t even hear yourself say, as you writhe underneath him. Your cunt clenching so tight as he fucks you harder and harder throughout your orgasm, his motions unwavering as he praises you non-stop throughout. You catch the occasional endearment and praise but the burning hot pleasure and the tingling is all you can concentrate on, feeling it rush throughout your body in uncontrollable crashing waves.

Your orgasm inspiring his as you feel his pleasure paint the inside of your walls, filling your pussy up more and more with every thrust. The moment seems to last forever and you never want it to end. You never want to stop milking him of his pleasure as he thrusts himself into you for yours.

Eventually you both come down, and his softening cock is gently pulled from you. He takes your face into his hands as he kisses you and murmurs a few more praises to you, telling you how pretty you are, and how well you took his cock, and how he never wants this to end and how this evening was one he’d been dreaming of forever.

You remain laying on top of his covers, feeling to nervous to move as you don’t want to make a mess, he drops a fleeting kiss to your forehead before making his way to his bathroom to dampen a cloth to clean you both up.

You admire how good he looks, completely naked, still a little hard as he makes his way back over to you. He puts the cloth on your stomach before admiring the sight of you in front of him. He pushes two fingers between your legs, to push his leaking cum from your fluttering hole back inside of you, before grabbing the cloth and gently running it through your folds. You watch as he runs the same cloth down his length before dropping it in the sink. You still haven’t moved. Unsure as to whether he wants you to stay or go upstairs to your apartment.

“Get under the covers,” he orders as he watches you from the doorway.

“You want me to stay?” you ask, your voice a little uncertain, “You sure?”

“Of course, I’m sure, cariño. After six months of wanting nothing more, I can definitely say, I don’t want you to leave.” He says as you both climb under the covers at the same time, his arms pulling you into him after he switches off the lamp on his bedside table.

You have questions, you’re sure he has questions, but right now they can wait. All that matters is this moment, and you feeling yourself wrapped up tightly in his strong arms.

[oh-no-a-whovian]

Two more lonely people Part 17

NSFW 18+

Summary: “you're a sick twisted bitch!”

Pairing: Bruno Madrigal x fem werewolf! reader

Warnings: age gap (Y/N is 25 and Bruno is 50) swearing, violence, mentions of creepy behaviour.  any others let me know please.

Word count: 2512

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The full moon went ok considering. You’d met up with Evaline and Matt in your favourite clearing, watching them sniff around a bit before your revealed yourself. Your scent is all over the place, so it was probably easy to find for them. For a while it was fine, they showed respect since it’s your territory they were in and investigated the jungle and the river that runs through it, learning all they could from the new smells.

The problem was when Matt tried to investigate you more than his new surroundings. He started sniffing in your direction, especially moving down wind of you to get all the information he wanted about you. You didn’t think much of it at first but as he started to move closer and closer, sniffing the air and trying to smell your fur, it started to creep you out. Eventually you snapped at the fellow wolf, growling and snarling, demanding he back the fuck away. He only backed away for a few moments before trying again.

It reminded you of drunk assholes at the local watering hole. The ones that think because you’re a woman, you owe them your attention and time. The types that get offended when you tell them no, when you tell them you’re not interested. this may be your first interaction with other werewolves since you were turned as a child, but it seems men are the same regardless of the shape they’re in.

You just left after you noticed Evaline doing nothing to stop him, just watching from nearby. you’d made your way up to Bruno’s room and spent the rest of the night filling his bed with fur, your cold wet snout pressed against the back of his neck.

You woke him up before you shifted back, licking his face and tickling him with your whiskers. He smiled at you and ran his fingers through your soft fur, scratching behind your ears. The affection from your sweet Bruno made you feel better after Matt had thoroughly creeped you out.

You haven’t decided yet if you want to go ream Matt a new one, make him explain himself and apologise or just demand they finally leave Encanto and never come back.

You’ve been going back and forth between your options for the past two hours as you wait outside Bruno’s vision cave. It’s another day of way too many people demanding his fortunes. It’s like the whole town showed up on this day for a vision. You’re not sure why so many people want visions today, but you turned away over half of them, determined to not let them over work Bruno and cause him pain. If just one vision can start a headache for him, you’d hate to imagine what thirty in such quick succession would do.

The last one waiting beside you had finally went in a few minutes ago, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the sound of whirring sand echoing through the hallway. You really aren’t sure what to do but you know that you’re worth more than having to deal with that shit, you actually have some self respect. You know you didn’t misread things and you’re not interested, not just because of Bruno but because he’s your stepbrother and clearly, he’s an asshole.

The now familiar scent of the fellow wolves wafts into the hallway and you watch the top of the stairs confused as it gets stronger. The closest they’ve come to Casita was when Evaline met you at the entry way while you were speaking to Camilo. You hoped they wouldn’t actually set foot inside, hoping they’d respect the walls of casita as a clear boundary to not be crossed.

You stand the moment you see their heads peek over the top step, crossing your arms and holding yourself tall. Evaline smiles at you, waving as she spots you at the end off the hallway, though you make no effort to wave back. Her son on the other hand in unreadable, his face blank as he looks at you.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, watching them closely as they approach you, especially glaring at Matt.

“I- we want to talk to you about something important.” Evaline starts “we are planning to head back home soon, and we were thinking maybe you could move back to the US with us.” She smiles, acting as if she’s guaranteed a yes.

“Why the fuck would a I want that?” you grimace, staring at her with genuine confusion. What makes her think you’d want that? “I hate my father, your son creeped me the fuck out last night, and my whole life and everyone I care about is here…”

“He didn’t mean to, dear. You’re just the first female werewolf his age that we’ve found, he was just showing interest.” She explains, playing it off as if him refusing to respect your boundaries was nothing.

“that’s not an excuse” you point out with a roll of your eyes, shaking your head.

“Look, I didn’t want to tell you this yet but… you want kids someday, right? Well, you can’t have that with a human”

“So, you thought I’d want your son? No. if I decide I want that then I can turn…”

“You can’t turn him…” she jumps in before you finish your sentence, her eyes wide. “The older someone is when turned the less human they are in wolf form… He’d be rabid and remember nothing of when he’s shifted.”

“wha…” you blink, shock and concern flooding your mind, your whole stance changing to one of unease and worry. You barely even notice the door to Bruno’s vision cave open, or the person walk past, green tablet in hand as they watch the scene they’re passing, unsure of what is going on.

“All those stories of werewolves becoming monsters at the full moon are true. They were just turned later in life than us… They can’t control themselves and it usually gets them and the one that turned them killed.” She explains, reaching out to take your hands but stopping when you step back from her. “It gets the person they love killed.”

“[Y/N]? is everything okay amor?” Bruno asks, stepping out from the vision cave, noticing the tension in your body.

“You know what, it doesn’t matter” you shake your head, snapping from your thoughts and glaring at the woman for trying to manipulate you. There were so many times you felt pulled to bite him in a moment of passion, part of you wanting him to be like you. You would have ruined his life and not known why it happened like that. “I can live the rest of my life without that. You can leave.” You point to the stairs behind them, not just an order but a threat.

“Ok, dear.” The woman nods, taking her son’s arm and gently pulling him to the stairs. He looks angry, his indifferent demeaner he’d shown up with completely gone. “You know where to find us when you want to talk.”

“What was that about?” Bruno asks once they’re out of sight for a few moments, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips to your exposed shoulder, the scruff on his chin scratching your skin.

“You know how I mentioned he was creeping me out last night?” you ask, trying to find the words. You’d told him how the full moon went the moment you shifted back, especially mentioning how Matt had been sniffing at you. “I just found out why…” you tell him but pull away disappearing into the bedroom then bathroom, locking the door before he can ask more.

You don’t know if he cares about that, he’s probably long given up on the idea of children of his own. The problem is that you almost turned him a dozen times, the only thing holding you back from it was wanting his permission. You’re glad they told you this now, if you had gotten that permission, you know you would have turned him, shown him what it’s like to be like you, to take him out to learn what you know of Encanto that no one else knows. You would have destroyed him.

You just need time, to breathe, to think, to understand, and to be grateful that you avoided disaster.

Although it seems that their intentions of coming to Encanto weren’t what they said, it’s still a blessing and has saved you suffering. You just have to deal with why they actually came.

~~~~

Birds, bugs, the wind in the trees and the gentle slosh of the running river water creates a harmony around you as you think, sitting on a log by the water’s edge, your love by your side.

You walked with Bruno down to the river, your hand intertwined with his, not saying anything about what Evaline had told you until you sat down. He’d listened quietly, taking in your words. You’re still not sure how he feels about the fact you can’t give him children unless he’s like you, and the fact that turning him will make him a monster. You skirted around the fact that you almost turned him a dozen times with he was fucking you senseless.

“Matt, please stop. I told you we just need some time!” you hear Evaline’s voice echo down the path between the trees, scuffling feet behind stomping ones.

You stand with Bruno, moving him behind you as you stare in the direction of the voice.

“I’m tired of this! You!” Matt shouts as he storms toward you, grabbing your arm with a vice grip the moment he’s close enough to you. “you’re coming back with us, right now” he demands, trying to yank you away from Bruno.

“The fuck I am!” you shout slamming your head into his, making your brain rattle in your head. He releases his grip, stumbling backward as you do the same. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” you scream, backing away with Bruno behind you. You’re strong enough to handle yourself but he’d never be able to handle a werewolf and he wouldn’t know how even if this bastard was just a human.

“You were meant to be mine!”

“Matt” his mother warns.

“No! my father turned you, for me! You are mine!” he shouts his eyes glowing and teeth becoming sharper, his rage shifting him slowly. “your father killed mine before he had a chance to take you or find another. So, you are all I have!” he screams, trying to move toward you once more, ignoring his mother’s pleas. “So, you will come with us and do what you were made to do” he tries to grab you again, but you move your arm from his reach, slamming your other fist into his face, sending him backward onto the river rocks.

“Is this true?” you demand of his mother as she helps him up from the ground. You may be small but years of taking care of farm animals has given you strength that almost rivals Luisa’s

“Yes, my husband turned you. He-he was supposed to bring you back home so I could raise you to be a good housewife for my son, like I was raised for his father” she admits, no shame or disgust in her voice. It’s like she actually thinks that’s how any of this should work, like you’d accept it if you just knew. “I couldn’t do what he did, turning and taking a young girl… so I married your father, figured that would be how we found you and it worked. Please come back with us, you can make it work. You can help continue the bloodline.”

“You’re a sick twisted bitch! You seriously think I’d do that? After this?” you tell her, pointing at her crazy self “you must be fucking delusional. Get the fuck out of Encanto!”

“I know how to make you come” Matt growls, your attention snapping to him. You hadn’t noticed him moving around you and within a blink he shifts, launching at Bruno. His fangs sink in before you can stop him, blood seeping from Bruno’s arm as he tries to defend himself from the attack.

He lets go for only a brief moment, intending to wrap his jaws around Bruno’s throat but giving you enough time to shove him away without hurting Bruno further. Matt falls beside his mother as she shifts beside him.

And so, the vision of your future unfolds before your eyes but with one piece you hadn’t noticed on the tablet, Bruno lying on the ground beneath you, his arm bleeding from a werewolf bite.

You hold yourself above him, snarling at the other wolves as you protect him. Evaline holds herself low with her fur covered ears held down, ready to defend but not wanting to fight. Matt stands defiant and defensive against your now growing rage. In a flurry of claws and teeth, you launch at him. you snap and bite at whatever you can reach but aiming for his jugular, ready and willing to kill him for what he’s now done. Tufts of fur are ripped from your bodies as you bite at each other, creating massive wounds that could take weeks to heal.

Evaline cowers frozen, too scared to fight and help her son but slowly building the courage.

For several minutes you tear at each other, trying your best to make your opponent bleed. You can hear his bones crunch as you bite down hard on his tail, making him howl in pain. He returns the favour, snapping his giant bite down on your ankle. You yelp as you knock him over into the river and launch onto him, pinning his head under the running water with your massive paws. Only then does Evaline find the will to fight, leaping at you to knock you off her son, preventing you from drowning the fucker.

You stand and move back to Bruno’s side, shifting back into your human form. You won this battle. Evaline could have won that for son if she had helped before now. After all, two wolves are always better than one. But she chose to cower and now her son will be followed by his shame.

“you’re gonna get the fuck out of my territory and never come back” you shout at the wolves in the water as they pull themselves to the shoreline. Matt is gasping for air, unable to stand as his mother drags him away from the water. “Come mi vida, maybe it’s not too late for Julieta’s food to heal you and fix this.” You whisper in his ear.

“Ye-yeah prol-probaly best” he slurs his words, unable to keep his eyes open. The attack is fogging his mind and the loss of blood making him weaker, you just hope you can hold him up long enough to get him to his sister.

“If I see either of you again, you’re dead” you shout one last time before disappearing along the path, pulling your wounded love with you.

A/N: sorry about not posting last week, was moving more of my stuff into my new place out of storage and had cracker headaches the whole time! Hope you all enjoyed this though. Remember! Like and reblog to share the love!!!

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fic rec vii ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez )  if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

kpop oc/s

1. jane by @baejiyeonz

2. bee by @purpleyellow

3. lian by @nct-lian

4. taehui by @jeontaehui

nct

sungchan

1. [10:47 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

haechan

1. [5:21] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. you’re warm by @dreamystuffers | f

- a drunk hyuck can only mean a clingy hyuck.

3. you’re short too by @pastelsicheng | f

- 5 times hyuck teases u for ur height.

4. no title by @heychan | s 

- dirty thought cockwarming haechan and johnny comes in to the room while you are trying to hide it but haechan doesn’t care.

5. wishes by @lucaswithnoshirt | a f

- standing on stage is everything you’ve dreamed of. except in the time it’s taken you to get there, you’ve been dreaming about other things, too.

jaehyun

1. moving in: the series by @jaehyun-ified | f

- after agreeing to move-in with jaehyun, you decided to curate a little series on your channel to both give in to your viewer’s request to have jaehyun frequently on your contents and to document your moving in process with the love of you life.

2. [8:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam. 

3. boyfriend by @simpsiren | a 

- a relationship with jaehyun wasn’t always perfect. there wasn’t a definite label on it, which only sent the relationship down a complicated pathway as we tried to find the meaning of our love once again.

4. best part by @okayoongii | f

- don’t know how to describe this tho, just read it. also 10/10

5. can i help you? by @sugarjaee | f s

- when working an extra long shift at work, your boyfriend surprises you with a visit.

6. stages of love by @biletdoux | a f s

- a playlist for the trials and tribulations of a beating heart. 

7. [9:04 am] by @jeongvision | // f

- domestic fluffy blurb. 10/10!!

8. suds by @kim-taehung | s

- first person to move does the dishes for a week. nothing is off-limits.

9. promise by @bvbyxuxi | f a

- jaehyun has loved you since you were both kids, things were going well until he messed everything up; meeting again as young adults, he refuses to let you go again but would you give him another chance?

mark

1. one minus on plus one by @wonjaekook | f a 

- in all of the years you’ve known jungwoo, you should have figured out to not take his words at face value because, though you haven’t even met, mark lee seems to hate your guts. 

2. [12:03] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

3. pretty boy by @epinebleue | f a

- fluff, the tiniest bit of angst, the reader is two years older than mark, jaehyun makes an appearance as the reader’s fuck buddy, use of alcohol and drugs (marijuana), mentions of violence (mark punches someone), smut (protected sex, inexperienced!mark, dry humping).

4. camera flash by @morkleemelon | f

- mark taking a picture but forgot to remove flash waking up oc, pretty fluffy and cute! 10/10!!!

5. retrouvailles by @kireimarkeu | f

- counting down the days until you finally see your long-distance boyfriend.

jungwoo

1. [1:14 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

johnny

1. man-icure by @haejunehui | f

- based on jcc ep. 26

taeyong

1. reverb by @lovingonrepeat | s

- taeyong + studio sex. 

2. unspoken by @bvbyxuxi | f s 

- you had never thought to see taeyong again after your one night stand with him until this year where he takes you by surprise; turns out he wasn’t the guy you sought him out to be after all.

ten

1. [2:32 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

lucas

1. [4:31 pm] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

2. king of hearts by @raibebe | f s a

- a little bit of everything, a chef’s kiss. 

yuta

1. [5:51 pm ] by @dont-look-down-on-me | f

- based on the nct relay cam.

doyoung 

1. redamancy by @heavenlyhaechan | f

- this is just so fluffy! i wished to be doyong gf please. 

2. fools together by @yongiefilms | f

- two fools in love with each other? 

3. acedia by @jaeminscoffee | f

- a day in the life of yours and doyoung's love life.

4. our little secret by @haejunehui | f

- read to know their little secret. hehe.

5. caught red handed by @hannie-dul-set | f

- all you wanted to do was take a picture of the handsome law student during your train ride home. you did not expect things to end up like this.

jeno

1. i see red by @0097linersb | s

- pure filth 🥵10/10 tho.

2. addiction by @love-mi | s f

- you and jeno keep your relationship a secret to avoid backlash from your companies and fans; but keeping himself away only makes him want you more.

3. surprise visit by @nakamotonudes | f s

- you hadn’t seen your boyfriend for over a month because of his hectic schedule so when he suddenly shows up at your place one night for a surprise visit, you both have to make every second worth it.

bts

jungkook

1. the pitter-patter of the heart by @koorara | f s a //

- pieces of newlywed domestic moments with jungkook, your husband. the young film and literature lecturer and his wife, you, who works as a journalist of a web magazine. both of you managing the career, the time for each other and the new house. not to forget, chip, the cat that has been with you for years. 

2. please love me by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a 

- as the only unmarried jeon and kim children, your families propose a union to symbolize your unbreakable bond that spans generations. but despite developing an affection for jungkook growing up, he never returned it; he never seemed to like you, actually. you’re okay with the proposal, but surprise surprise, he isn’t.

3. first love, last love by @floralseokjin | f s //

- a collection of drabbles following the longterm relationship between jungkook and you... 

4. second chances by @parkhabits | a s

- work. one of the most important things to him. It kept him company at night, it was all he thought about, all he put his attention to. his work had become the mistress within your marriage. years after you left him you’re back with only one goal in mind. get him to sign the damn divorce papers. yet you should’ve known that your husband wouldn’t let you go that easily. 

5. crush by @jungxk | f s 

- jungkook woke up with amnesia (?) he totally forgets that he has a wife and child. and he totally has a huge crush on his wife. 

6. bare necessities by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- when you ask your boyfriend for a relaxing vacation you don’t exactly expect him to take you to disneyland out of all places. luckily, jungkook knows just how to get you to relax — being needy is definitely not the way. or is it…

7. krampus for christmas by @ddaenysus | f

- when your daughter overhears your nightly activities close to christmas, jungkook takes it upon himself to convince her it was the sounds of the legendary demon goat.

8. a date with destiny by @imjustfanfictrash | f s

- you are a boss lady in the tech industry traveling to world for work. he is a chart-topping artist touring the globe to perform in front of millions of fans. In the cosmos of life, you are not likely to cross paths. luckily, fate has a different plan for you two.

9. stranded by @gguksgalaxy | f s a

- jungkook’s offer to help you study for your exam is unwelcome. his entire presence is unwelcome. you don’t want help from the guy who passes all his classes without even trying. it’s annoying — he is annoying. from the way he grins whenever he catches you staring at him, to the way his eyes shine whenever he smiles at you. oh, and let’s not forget the way his tattoos shift when he stretches or the way his jawline sharpens when he’s focused. nope, you definitely can’t stand him.

10. sprout by @v-hope | f

- after a nice evening out with your friends, you find yourself coming home to your sleeping toddler and the new hairstyle she had tried on your husband.

11. friday nights and take-out by @ahundredtimesover | // f s a

- you meet pop star/idol jeon jungkook at the café, you get close, and as hyejin says, you’re like friends with benefits without the sex. but you’re bad at feelings and so is he.

12. jealousy by @ephemeralkookie | f s a

- jungkook’s closest friend, namjoon is getting married and he invited you three to his wedding. the only unexpected thing was jisoo, his ex, and we’ll just say that you were not too happy to see her flirting with your boyfriend right under your nose

13. a quarter past us by @jjiimin | f a

- when you break up with him out of fear of losing your freedom in university, he finds himself showing you why leaving him isn’t the answer. 

14. pretty boy by @angelguk | // f s a

- alternatively known as the jock!jk universe drabbles in vague chronological order. 

15. summer solstice by @boulevardk | s

- down on your luck and desperate for a successful harvest, you pray to the gods. you figure no one in heaven was listening to your prayers when nothing happens immediately. but one fateful night, your prayers are answered. are you willing to pay the price? the sacrifice might not be what you were expecting….

16. lilac wisteria by @blushoseoks | f a 

- over the years, things change - but the one constant is your love for lilac wisterias.…okay, maybe jungkook’s been there too.or, alternatively:the first time jeon jungkook says that he is going to marry you, you are five years old sitting underneath a large wisteria tree.

17. obsessed with your ass by @kooklovesu | f s 

- jungkook has an obsession with your body he cant get enough of praising you. he wasn’t comfy showing the world his affection towards you in public because he’s a private guy, but when he finally did, good luck.

18. from home by @gyukult | // f s a

- jungkook is the youngest of five boys, the last in line to truly inherit any his parents’ money. but what if his mom suddenly cuts him off due to his current poor behavior and he’s forced to learn how it feels like to be part of the working class?

19. black card by @minsprings | // f s

- black card fic and drabbles, also a chef’s kiss.

20. oh my god, they were (quarantined) roommates by @ot7always | f s

- what do you do when you’re quarantined for months on end with jeon jungkook - s tier cuddler, workout robot, and thirst trap extraordinaire? fuck him, you guess.

21. let the games begin by @venusiangguk | s

- just another fic where oc rides jk in his gaming chair pls still read it tho lmao its hot i promise

22. the probability of us by @jiminrings | f s

- jungkook’s the son of the university’s president, y/n’s cardigan is everyone’s favorite, and adjacent walls mean shared victories. 

23. open when by @iluv-hobi | f

- jungkook likes to write letters to you, especially ones with purposes, like “open when ___”. one day, on a particularly bad day, you open, “open when you’ve had a shitty day”. 

24. good day by @ilikemesometaetaes | f s

- his motive was made quite clear once he called you out of work. he just wanted to spend a nice day with his girlfriend. is that too much to ask for?

25. calculated by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // s 

- some people would call you far too serious. some would call you stuck-up. and some would call you a bitch. but to freshman jeon jungkook, you’re the head calculus I TA noona  – and he’s determined to fuck you.

26. brat taming by @sugasbabiie | s a f

- jungkook has been your roommate for almost a year. since the day he moved in he has acted like nothing but a spoiled little brat who is used to getting anything and anyone he wants. he eats your food, he doesn’t clean, he’s loud, oh and now he has colored his hair the exact shade of blonde as you. He’ll do anything to get under your skin. you’ve had enough of his filthy mouth and his fuckboy ways. it’s time to tame that bratty little roommate of yours. think you can handle it?

27. sugarplum energy by @bymoonchild | f s a

- you know no bounds nor depth with jungkook. while your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on soundcloud. all’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. or, jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.

28. ancient history by @moononthejoon | a s f

- there is no way to deny that you and jungkook have chemistry. the two of you used to be a couple, after all. what happens when after a not-so-amicable breakup the two of you are cast as opposite leads of a movie?

29. that’s not daddy by @nochuobsessed | f

- jungkook comes home with a new hair color and his sons can’t tell if he’s appa or not. pretty cute! 10/10

30. no title by @himbojk | s

- jk got a blowie from his oc while on a zoom class meeting, like cam on with a whole set up but his oc under the table sucking the life out of him while he sits and tries to take notes .

31. dilf jk by @himbojk | // s f

- dilf jk drabbles.

32. no title by @himbojk | s

- blond jk with full tattoo sleeve who looks like the baddest boy but is actually baby and just wants a handie in the library while studying with his oc because she aspires to have those high grades. 

33. no title by @noteguk | s

- bf!jungkook going down on the reader while they watch anime.

34. silent treatment by @blu-joons | f

- baby kook asking daddy kook to say sorry to mommy. 10/10 too!

35. getting railed by @dearlytea | s

- getting dicked by your boyfriend during a train ride.

36. the view by @koyamuses | s

- jungkook knows exactly what turns you on; every kink, every dirty fantasy that’s buried deep within your mind. he knows exactly how to make you beg for it.

37. let’s play: dirty by @jungkxook | f s

- on today’s stream, watch as the king of gaming jeon jungkook gets totally pwned by some newbie player on overwatch (he swears he was stream sniped)! to make matters worse, he can’t seem to focus anymore when you’re in the room but he promises that’s not because he’s in love with you or anything. use code ‘jungkook’ on any game purchase through steam at checkout for 25% off so that jungkook has something to feel better about! iloveyou btw!

38. more dilf!jk by @cutechim | s

- oc thirsting over jk, talk about finances, jungwoo is an innocent cock-block as infants are, disrespect towards a major film franchise. 

39. you are inherently beautiful by @ggukachuwu | f a

- when y/n and jungkook accidentally reveal their relationship to the public because she walked in on him doing a vlive and now netizens and kmedia are tearing apart her appearance because y/n is chubby from struggling with pcos. jungkook takes it upon himself to cheer her up because he absolutely adores her.

40. morning with jk by @min-arya | f

- jungkook drabble of him catching his s/o admiring him in the morning with soft sleepy cuddles.

41. even a forest fire dies out by @9uk | a s

- it became from “grab a coffee with me?” to “why should I grab a coffee with you?” too fast for your liking. you had thought the both of you were so in love with each other—only to realise it was only you who had fallen into this trap of feelings. and as for jungkook, he might have just been as confused as you are.

42. all that we had by @starlightauroras-writes | a s

- four years, two months and five days ago, you lost the love of your life with no explanation. living with a failed marriage at such a young age without knowing why was impossibly hard, and when you’re invited to your high school reunion, knowing he would be there, you really don’t want to go. what happens when you do leaves you questioning fate. 

43. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

- life after jeon jungkook was grey. you had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. but what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in kim taehyung’s hand.

44. contentment by @btsqualityy | f s 

- oc’s using jk’s card to buy rug and the rest is history. 10/10!!

45. heartbreaker with a heart of gold by  @filmflowersbangtan | a s

- love this!!! you know i love me some angst! 10/10!!!!!

46. the ikea test by @mercurygguk | f

- you and jeongguk face the IKEA test. successfully? sure!

47. before you universe by @ephemeralkookie | // a f s

- jungkook has taken a huge place in your life after he tattooed you, and you can’t even picture how life was before him. he has always been there for you since day one. but how will things change after you find out you’re pregnant?  

48. christmas cream(pie) by @smoochkooks | s f

-  a day before christmas dinner with your boyfriend’s parents, you discover another alternative way to use the chocolate cream you’re making. jungkook is more than willing to indulge in your little fantasy.

49. last minute by @moononthejoon | f s

- christmas day had gone by, and now you were back home after holidays with your family. your friends had agreed to have a late christmas party, but as always, you and jungkook procrastinated gift buying.

50. you go in knowing bros together by @blu-joons | f

- a cute fluffy knowing at knowing bros moment. 

51. no title by @v-hope | f

- the way y/n would react when someone else flirts with jk and how he’d handle the situation.

52. hair dye by @mercurygguk | f s

- jungkook got his hair dyed while at work. you lose your mind the moment he steps through the door.

53. stay gold by @yeojaa | s

- blond!jk being a good boy?

54. crystal snow by @honeyj00ns | f

- when you join Jungkook and the rest of the guys for some fun in the snow, he can’t help but feel jealous.

55. 6:21 am by @sincerelyourfangirl | f

- in which he makes your morning extra special.

56. plan b by @btsracket | s

- dressing room quickie, unprotected sex request, use of Plan b pill

57. possession by @bngtanah | s

- jungkook is your boyfriend, sometimes you have to remind him what that means.

58. puffs and touches by @mintseesaw | f s

- “Stop doing that with your face, someone else is going to snatch you up”

59. the quiet things by @btsracket | s

- sleeping bag sex.

60. good boy by @ephemeralkookie | s

- secret, read to find out AHAHAHHA.

61. make it right by @jungkxook | a s

- you’re wholeheartedly, madly in love with jungkook and yet you shouldn’t be because it’s been almost a year since you broke up with him. worst part of it all is that you know he’s still in love with you too

62. it takes two by @junghelioseok | s

- struggling with the idea of your ex-boyfriend moving on, you enlist the help of your quiet roommate in a scheme that quickly spirals out of control.

jimin

1. picking petals by @cutechim | s 

- you asked for a baby, so a baby is what you’re going to get. 

taehyung

1. daddy by @btsracket | f s 

- there’s only one choice when this happens on a date out.

2. love me or we both go down by @gukyi | f s a

- after going through with an arranged marriage to please his parents and secure his inheritance of the family business, kim taehyung thinks he’s got it all figured out. he doesn’t. apparently just being married to you isn’t enough, not when everybody and their mother can pick up on the fact that the two of you absolutely loathe each other. but taehyung wants his inheritance one way or another, so he decides that desperate times call for desperate measures: the two of you need to fall in love, and you need to fall in love fast.

3. saudade by @jiminssthetic | a s f

- a demanding idol lifestyle was something taehyung and yourself were all too familiar with. it wasn’t so hard when considering your unconditional love for one another, but lately, taehyung wasn’t the same anymore; and you decide it’s time to find out why.

4. ineffable by @99liners | f

- boyfriend taehyung takes care of his sick s/o.

5. tease by @caiuscassiuss | s

- you knew you were hot. you saw how the guys looked at you, how their eyes were drawn to a tight t-shirt or short skirt. and maybe this would fail epically—crash and burn like a failed experiment—but you wanted to get under kim taehyung’s skin the only way you knew how.

6. aquarium by @whatifyoulivelikethat | // a

- life after jeon jungkook was grey. you had to find your own color, grow your own rainbow. but what would surprise you the most is the appearance of white cosmos, seven of them clutched tightly in kim taehyung’s hand.

got7

yugyeom

1. yugyeom as you boyfriend by @sunshinekookie | f

- i need more yugyeom fics in my life.

astro

eunwoo

1. rainy say saviour by @imsarahbum | f a

- upon seeing you getting bullied after school for being short, dongmin can’t help but step in and defend you - despite both of you not really knowing anything about each other.

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[Orc] Saviour

Orc Male x Male Reader

Borhul

Warnings: Slight Orc to Human racisim, no violence other than what you see before the cut (3rd paragraph), injured reader, reader is written to be muscular

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You were currently leaning against a tree trying to catch your breath as you were holding your wounded side tightly. Three heavy and thundering sets of footsteps got closer and closer until they stopped. You did your best to hold your breath steady and quiet but it failed you.

"Ah, there ya are, ya littl' pest." A large grey-ish green hand stole you away from your hiding spot. "Why cant you just leave me the fuck alone?" You croaked out as he gripped your shirt tighter. "Cause littl' runts like you, dont belong in an Orc settl'm'nt. All we're doin' is disposin' of the rat in the kitch'n." He snarled out, his nose crinkling up as he spoke. His buddies cut your legs more then they already had been to make sure you didnt run off but in such a way so that you didnt bleed out too quickly.

Your groaning voice of pain was ignored as the main Orc tossed you onto the wet mossy dirt right up against an old tree stump. You looked up to the Orc with a harsh glare before speaking for the final time that night. "You have absolutely no dignity and no right to call yourself an Orc." Your vision went blurry and your eyes closed, breathing heavily as everything faded out.

You sat up with a start as the sun had heat up your wounded cheek, causing it to hurt. Your breath was unsteady, uneven, and incredibly heavy. A strong pounding sensation coarsed through your head as you hunched over and grabbed your chest, trying to calm your breathing. "Shit..."

After a fre minutes, you finally calmed down enough to take in your surroundings. The room was only lit by the light that shone through the large window next to the large plush bed you were currently sitting on. There was minimal decoration in the room but it was garnishing a large war hammer resting on the mantle of the fireplace. You carefully turned your legs out from under the covers to have them hang off the side of the bed.

Only your boxers/briefs were on and you took note how most of your body was bandaged, including the whole of your left cheek. You carefully shuffled off the bed, still using it heavily for support as your feet touched the bear skin rug. You realized it was an Onikuma.

I know who's house this is...

The house belonged to your closest friend, Borhul. He's one of the clan chiefs off-spring and next in line to be chief. His father, Orogakh, had taken a particular shine to you after he had rescued you from a group of "bandits" that had you bound and ready to sell off to some vampire as a blood slave.

Orogakh had been watching them before he noticed your child frame. He said his original intent was to just see if they were going to harm the settlement but just had an urge to rescue you. Once he did, he would return you to a human village but when you said you had no family he decided to take you in.

His teachings formed you into the tall, muscular man that you are today. You decided to stop reminiscing for a moment to continue your shaky trek out to the livingroom.

"He's not here..."

You looked around his lightly decorated cabin before hobbling over to the large couch and sitting down. Your eyes closed momentarily before opening again when the heavy front door creaked open. His lime green eyes instantly locked with yours and he rushed over to you. "You're awake." He seemed shaken, as if he didnt think you'd wake up.

"Uh, yeah." You looked to his eyes again to see them watering as he pulled you gently into a hug. "Gods I was so worried." You hugged back and gently reassured him by rubbing your rather soft hand against his exposed spine. Most Orc's in the settlement walked around wearing only bottoms so him being shirtless was a common sight.

He pulled away and looked to your eyes. "Do you think... I could get the rundown of what happened? I passed out and I really only know up until that point." Borhul pulled away and looked at you, your eyes looking down to his silver rings that fit perfectly over his long, slim tusks.

"After I change your dressings and get you a bath I will." You nodded and mumbled out an 'ok' before he suddenly picked you up bridal style. He was about a foot and a half taller than you, standing at 7'7" but he was still so extremely gentle with you, as if he were to accidentally squeeze too hard he would break a bone.

"I know I'm wounded but I'm not a porcelain doll." You said quietly as he sat you down on his bathrooms toilet. He grunts and kneels down in front of you. "Please no snarky remarks right now." He started to gently unwrap your left calf, slowly traveling up to your thigh. You watched carefully as he revealed still healing, yet well cared for wounds.

"Have you been the one looking after me?" You asked looking to his face. He had started on unwrapping your right leg but paused to look up to you and nod. Your eyes softened as you looked to his again. Without thinking, your hand reached out to his face, gently cupping his cheek. His eyes closed and he leaned slightly into your touch. "Sorry for making you worry so much Bora."

He shook his head before continuing to unwrap your wounds. "No, it's not your fault. I just wished I had realized something was up sooner." You smiled as he moved up to your arms, beginning to unwrap those as well. "Its good to know at least one other person cares about me." He looked to your eyes for the third time and gently held your hand in his.

"My family cares about you (Y/n). And so does the settlement. They know how important you are to me and they respect that. I mean we grew up together for gods sake." You gently squeezed his hand but didnt say anything. "I dont think I could lose you that easily." He spoke softly before continuing to unwrap you.

Neither of you spoke as he finished unwrapping you and turning on the water, waiting for it to be warm. Not hot but warm. He looked back over to you and reached up to your face, carefully peeling away the bandage. His calloused thumb softly traced around the cut that would more than likely form into a scar. Your eyes closed and you leaned softly into his hand before he pulled it away.

"Father will be happy to know that you're ok." He spoke as he helped you up. Without thinking, you started to gently shimmy out of your underwear, trying your best to not scrape any wounds with the fabric. Borhul held a blush on his cheeks as he helped you into the tub.

"Here," He hands you a bottle of medicinal soap that he's been using to clean your wounds. "Use this then once done dont stay in too long after. It's not good if they get too much water." You nodded and looked up to him to see he was looking away. "Borhul." He glances over to you and keeps his eyes locked with yours.

"Thank you."

He nods and turned his head away again. "I'm going to let father know that you're awake." You mumbled another small 'ok' as he left you to your own. A moment or two had passed when the bathroom door creaked open and Borhuls hand set something down on the counter before closing again.

Some minutes had passed as you cleaned yourself and the pretty well healed wounds. While you bathed, many questions ran through your head.

How long has it been?

What happened after you passed out?

How were you found, saved even?

You were lost in thought but the sound of the door opening make you look up. "You should hop out and dry off. Father would like to see you." He said quickly before closing the door again. You simply did as told and dried off, slipping on the pair of boxers he had brought you.

"Bora?" You called for him as you carefully hobbled out of the bathroom. Two heads turned to look at your wounded form and the called for orc made his way over to you. "Hold on, lemme..." He gently picks you up again and sets you on his kitchen counter before going to get what you assumed was bandages.

You looked over to see Orogakh staring at you. "Hey pops." He stood up and walked over to you, examining how your wounds have healed. He didnt say anything and simply pulled you into a hug. You hugged him back and looked over his shoulder to see Borhul holding bandages and some clothes that looked like his from when he was younger.

Orogakh stepped away and let his son help you. Neither of you spoke buy just looking at his face you knew exactly what he was thinking, making you smile sweetly at him. Borhul carefully bandaged some wounds that still needed to heal a bit more and slipped a pair of loose pants and a button up shirt. The shirt was a ivory white and the pants were brown. "I mostly covered the deepest wounds but the others are fine to breathe. Just try not to get them dirty." You smiled up to him and nodded. "I dont plan on making them any worse."

You said, looking up to him, still holding that smile on your face. He gently smiled as well before leaning in and hugging you again. "I'm glad you're ok..." He pulled away and turned to his father. "Should we..?" Orogakh nodded and Borhul gently took you off the counter. "Will you be ok with me giving you a ride?" He bent his knees slightly and motioned for you to hop on his back.

"I suppose. You probably wouldn't let me walk anyway." You said with a small laugh before carefully climbing onto his bare back. He adjusted so the both of you were comfortable before following his father out of the house. The instant that the three of you had left, all eyes had looked to not only you, but to Borhul carrying you.

The looks were mixed amongst the Orc camp as the camps' leader was walking along side his son carrying another, who wasn't even an Orc. Even though few looked on with an odd feeling, they were glad that you were ok. Borhul carried you all the way to town square where your three assailants were locked in pillorys. There was a small group of youngn's throwing stones at them and laughing.

"We waited till you woke up so that you could choose their punishment." Borhul gently set you on the pavement and Orogakh shooed the kids away. The three of you stood in front of the three of them, looking down on their pitiful states. The breeze blew gently, ruffling your hair. "I don't want anything bad to happen to them." Borhul scoffed and looked down to you. "Are you serious? They almost killed you (Y/n)."

You sighed and looked up to them. "All I wish is they're branded with both the murders and banishment marks and removed far away from here." He turned you to look at him. "(Y/n) they almost killed you. That's all you want to do?" You nodded. "If I wish death upon them like they did me, then I'm no better than they are. Just because I have all the power doesn't mean I will abuse it." You mumbled the last part as Borhul takes a moment to think before removing his hands from your shoulders and looking to his father.

He nodded and said, "I'll take care of them. Take (Y/n) back and relax." Borhul nodded and gently grabbed your hand. You looked up to him surprised. "What?" You shook your head. "You're just... Holding my hand." He grunts. "So what about it?" You shook your head again and the two of you slowly walked along the cobbled road back to his home.

Once the two of you arrived he pulled you close and sat the both of you on the couch. You ended up sitting super close, like thighs touching close. "Could you tell me what happened?" You asked, looking up to his eyes again. He sighs, some relief evident. "Not much had happened. I'm pretty sure we got there just as you passed out." You nod and rest your head on his shoulder, making his face light up with a blush. "You were out for three days though. The doctor said you should have woken the day after the attack so I was afraid."

There was a moment of comfortable silence before he spoke again. "So um... I... I know this is probably a bad time but... I..." Borhul hesitates heavily on what he's about to say. You look up to his eyes again and he was intensely staring at your face. "It's ok. Take your-mmhp!" He cut you off by smashing his lips into yours. You responded after your short shock had passed. A moment passed before the both of you pulled away for air.

"I think I love you." He mumbled out before going in for another kiss which you reciprocated. By the time the two of you pulled away, you found yourself straddling Borhuls thighs and his hands rested on your hips. "Hi." You said with a smile. "Hey." He said with a exceptionally pleased smile. "I just might feel the same way Bora." He smiles and kisses you again. Your hand rested on his chest as you leaned into him.

"Bora?" You said after you both pulled away. He looks up to you with a cute smile on his face. With a smile of your own, you run your fingers through his hair, combing it slightly in the process. He closes his eyes and let's out a small content hum. "Your hair is so wavy. But I guess that's what happens when it's braided all the time." You said as you played with it more. He rests his face on the spot between your neck and your shoulder and slightly pulls you closer.

"I wish we could stay like this forever."

----- 2465 (not proof read) Considering a part 2

[dysfunctionalcrab]

babysitter

pairing: georgenotfound x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

description: george is left to babysit your niece

warnings: mentions of a future family? just in case that makes you uncomfortable.

[y/n/n] - your nieces name

[y/s/n] - your siblings name (gender neutral too)

note: i’m not too sure about this imagine, please a like or reply if you actually enjoyed! - niss

you woke up to the sound of your alarm blasting your ear off, if you hadn’t turned it off right there you probably would have gone deaf.

george was sleeping like a baby beside you, you could hear his quiet snores. you were surprised he didn’t wake up to the sound of your ear-piercing alarm.

turning on your phone, you glanced at the time that read 12:30. you sighed in annoyance as you registered that you only had half an hour before you had to be on your way to university. so you got up and began your normal morning routine, brush your teeth, shower, have breakfast and finally get dressed. however, as you were packing your bag, almost ready to go, you received a notification from your [sibling]

[y/s/n]: we’re 5 minutes away!!!

[y/s/n]: thank you so much for agreeing to do this :)

fuck.

it completely slipped your mind. you had promised to take care of [y/n/n] for today, your 7 year old niece, while your [sibling] was at their job interview. regardless, you texted them a quick ‘no problem’ before rushing upstairs to wake up george.

he was still sleeping, but now he was completely hiding under the covers with one arm sticking out. you hated to interrupt his beauty sleep but this was more important. you began to shake him awake.

“babe,” you shook him

“wake up,”

“george,” you removed the covers off his face

“wake the fuck up!” you started poking his sides. usually, you would be a little less... harsh, but you were panicking.

finally the boy rose from his slumber, groaning and stretching all his limbs. he blinked a couple times before meeting your eyes

“good morning,” he said softly, as if he completely just disregarded your tone of desperation and worry.

you pulled him by his arm and he sat upright,

“you need to get up right now,” you told him

“what’s going on?” he questioned, clearly confused as you weren’t giving him any context

“you need to take care of [y/n/n] for today, i have classes today, and i need to leave in 5 minutes and [y/s/n] has a job interview and there’s nobody else to take care of her,” you rushed out all in once sentence.

“are you serious?” he narrowed his eyes at you. “you know how bad i am with kids, especially [y/n/n] , she hates me,”

that was partly true. unfortunately, your niece wasn’t exactly fond of george. ever since you even started dating,m, [y/n/n] acted cold towards your boyfriend, it only got worse when you moved in with him. she always refused to play a game if george was going to participate, or never accepted any high fives or hellos from him. you felt sympathy for george. this child despised him and now you were asking him to look after her.

“please, i’m begging you,” you looked at him with pleading eyes. his eyes softened up after recognising the urgency of the situation.

“fine,” he agreed. you sighed out of satisfaction that you didn’t have to stress out [y/s/n] over finding a new baby sitter.

“thank you so much,” you pressed a small kiss to his lips appreciatively.

right at that moment, you two heard the doorbell ring. you urged george to get ready as fast as he could while you went down stairs and greeted your [sibling] and your niece.

“auntie/uncle [y/n]!” [y/n/n] yelled as you opened the door, immediately rushing into your arms. she looked a lot taller than the last time you saw her

“how’s my favourite girl?” you picked her up and swung her, before placing a little kiss on her head

you gave your [sibling] a quick hug. they handed you a bag full of toys, teddies and colouring pens, along with a spare set of clothing just in case [y/n/n] got a little messy throughout the day. and some quick reminders about her favourite foods or how to get her stop crying. you’d looked after her before, so all of it was pretty familiar to you

“again, thank you so, so much, you have no idea how much you’re helping me.” they told you. your [sibling] gave [y/n/n] a kiss on the cheek and told her to be a ‘good and kind little girl’ before finally exiting the household.

george, at last, made his way down. wearing a decent pair of jeans and a hoodie, giving an awkward wave to [y/n/n]

you checked the time and knew you had to get going. you had to explain to her that uncle george was going to be the one looking after her today. and after one whole tantrum, you managed to convince her to be a good girl by promising to give her a big reward afterward.

finally, you kissed [y/n/n] and george a goodbye , then shut the front door behind you.

george and [y/n/n] stood opposite each other. there was an uncomfortable silence in the air. george felt so...he didn’t even know. what do you say to a child who hates you? [y/n/n] tightly clutched her bag of toys.

“so, [y/n/n],” george cleared his throat, he bent down to her level. “i hear you like toy story?”

[y/n/n] pouted “i don’t like you” she said, and stomped away.

george sighed. this was going to be a long day.

and it was.

-

it started off with [y/n/n] innocently using her colouring pens and drawing random things, you know, as children do. but when she ran out of paper, she made her way to your office, where all your uni work was. she grabbed the closest piece of paper that was sitting on your desk, deciding it was going to be the next canvas for her art. this paper just happened to be a very important assignment.

when george caught her in the act, he had to physically tear her away from your office, in defiance of all her kicking and screaming.

-

then, when george accidently left the door to your shared bedroom open. [y/n/n] waddled in without him noticing, she started playing with all of his devices. his computer, his microphone, and somehow she got a hold of his headphones, and took out the battery. george didn’t realise until he noticed the cover missing. he tried to ask her nicely where she threw the battery. but she insisted that she wasn’t going to give it back unless he stopped being ‘mean’

-

when lunch time rolled around, george put a pizza in the oven, he remembered clearly that [y/n/n] loved pizza, specifically pepperoni. nothing could go wrong here.

but when he called her to the kitchen so she could receive her lunch. she just stared blankly at the pizza, and then at him. she crossed her arms

“[y/n] usually makes a smiley face with the pepperoni”

george just felt all his will to live just disappear

-

coloured pens and toys were spread out all across the living room floor, [y/n/n] was sitting in front of the tv, george put on one of her favourite shows which thankfully distracted her for a bit, allowing him to relax. he pulled out his phone and texted you

to [y/n] <3 : help me please

to [y/n] <3: i cant take this anymore, i’m literally dying rn

to [y/n] <3: come home quick

he exhaled heavily, throwing his phone to the side. he was so exhausted.

[y/n/n] was roleplaying with her toys, making them move around and doing squeaky little voices. george smiled at the innocence

“purple bear doesn’t play with us anymore. princess giraffe, mr. george took her away from us,” she spoke in a high pitched voice

george’s ears perked up. how funny that she had a teddy named ‘mr. george’. curiously, he watched the little girl.

“koala george, is a meanie, he stole purple bear and now they don’t want to hang out with us!”

it didn’t take a genius to find out what [y/n/n] was displaying through her role playing teddies.

that was why she didn’t like george. before they got together, [y/n] mentioned they almost spent every weekend with [y/n/n], playing with her and having fun with her.

she felt abandoned by [y/n] and felt as if george had taken them away from her .

george felt at fault as he noticed the girls eyes started to water.

“does purple bear love us any more?” she continued to play.

george decided it was enough and he switched off the television. he joined [y/n/n] on the floor and grabbed the teddy that was supposedly ‘koala george’

“[y/n/n]” he spoke softly. the little girl looked up at him expectantly. he held up the teddy.

“is this supposed to be me?” he questioned her.

“that’s a koala bear,” she answered

“no-, [y/n/n],” he said. he thought about how to ask her, and just chose it was best to be flat out with the child,”

“did i steal auntie/uncle [y/n] away from you?”

the question took her by surprise. she gazed at him with big wide eyes. she thought about her answer and grabbed the purple bear, which was supposed to be you.

“they don’t play with me as much anymore, they’re always with you, because of you, they don’t love me anymore,” she pulled a face, it wasn’t angry, it wasn’t annoyed.

it was a genuinely sad face.

george was sure he physically felt a pang of guilt in his stomach. he never even comprehended the fact that a child could feel so rejected.

“listen... [y/n/n],” he said gently. he thought about his words. comforting someone wasn’t exactly his strongest point, particularly not a child who detested him “[y/n] will never stop loving you, okay? they love you very much, and i’m sorry you feel like i stole them ”

[y/n/n] continued to listen.

“but don’t forget that [y/n] has so much love to go around! look, they love you, and they love me, they love grandma and grandpa too! they will always love one another even if they can’t see each other often,”

[y/n/n] stayed silent. she fiddled with the purple teddy, folding its ears and patting its head. she loved that bear. it was actually gifted to her by you, when she was first born. she brought it to her chest and hugged it. george tried a different approach.

“listen, how about- this weekend, we can all go to the park together, and have a picnic. you, me, [y/n], and your parents too,”

she continued to just stay silent. george didn’t know what to expect, she was unpredictable, was she going to throw another hissy fit? or start to cry? he wasn’t sure

“can we also get ice cream?” she asked

george smiled and felt himself relax. thank god. “all the ice cream you want,” he told her

[y/n/n] stood up and giggled. like her whole entire mood did a whole fucking 180. “okay! let’s go play dress up now!”

———

7:45 pm. you finally arrived home. you were tired out of your mind. [y/s/n]’s interview was delayed by two hours and was currently half way back home, meaning you had enough time to spend with [y/n/n]

you unlocked the door, expecting to see a giant tsunami of toys and colouring pencils and pens, but what you saw was the most heart warming thing ever.

george was sleeping on the couch, his head resting on the armrest. he had a couple pink bows in his hair, his lips were painted a hot pink, he was wearing a couple sparky bracelets and a purple floral necklace.

in his lap, [y/n/n] rested her head, she was wearing a fairy costume with matching pink bows and sparkly bracelets.

you quickly snapped a photo of this wholesome moment. because, who wouldn’t? you spent a few minutes just watching the two sleep, they were probably just as tired as you.

moments like these made you really appreciate the people you had in your life. the people you love so dearly much.

you didn’t want to disrupt the ambience but you felt it was better for your [sibling] to collect your niece when she wasn’t covered in glitter and an overload of pink accessories.

you quietly woke george up,

“baby, wake up.” you shook him awake, gently. in a very different way than you did this morning. he opened his eyes. and immediately smiled upon seeing your face. you ran your thumb across his cheek

“it looks like you two had a lot of fun,” you teased.

he quietly chuckled. “she’s okay,” he told you. looking down at the little girl sleeping in his lap.

you slowly and carefully picked her up, removing any accessories you thought may seem uncomfortable to sleep in. she was a heavy sleeper.

you carried her upstairs, tucking her into you and george’s bed and placing a kiss upon her forehead. you turned back to george and rushed in for a bear hug

“thank you so much for doing that,” you said. “i love you so much, i know it probably wasn’t easy, she can be quite the handful,”

george chuckled. “handful is an understatement,”

“you’d better be willing to dress up like that with our own kids one day.” you stated, hugging him tighter.

his face broke out into a small smile, having thought of an image of you two playing with you future kids. he kissed top of your head and then your nose

“maybe one day”

———

masterlist

[afriendlyblackhottie]

Stealth

Summary: After making you his wife, Steve wants to work on making you a mommy. He just couldn’t let you know that. 

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Warnings: Smut, stealthing, sex in wedding dress, cream pie, dubious consent.

Even though Steve liked to think that he’d adapted to the modern world just fine, there were still a few things that he saw he still found himself holding onto. Like his love for baseball. It was a big thing then and it definitely wasn’t as hyped up now. Or how badly he wanted a wife to come home to at the end of a hard day who’d be there with dinner ready and maybe ready to suck him off. He wanted a woman he could take care of and in return they’d have a few kids.

Back in the day, before the serum he never thought he’d get the chance. He was so bad at talking to women. Hell he was still a shy, nervous wreck. Even when he wanted Peggy he couldn’t even enjoy it because there were so many things going on. That was then and his is now and you were everything he’d ever wanted.

When he’d met you, he knew he’d met the love of his life. You were everything he needed. He honestly never thought he’d meet someone like you. Who’d want most of those things. There was only one problem.

You were on the fence (whatever that means) about having kids. You wanted to marry him of course. He was the first person to love you the way you needed. It’s not that popping a few kids out for him didn’t sound like a good idea, but you were terrified about being a mother. About having to actually take care of someone.

Steve knew this. He thought you’d make a wonderful mother. The idea of after a long day of dealing with Tony’s bullshit coming home to you with your stomach all swollen with his child sounded like the best thing ever. Even if you were only “on the fence.”

Growing up as an only child Bucky as the closest he could ever get to a brother. He was so sickly that he was in no position to being the big brother he wish he could have been. Now things were different. He could be the father he’d always dreamed of. It didn’t matter how you felt because sometimes he knew you better than you new yourself. He’d just have to guide you into seeing it.

When Steve woke up from the ice years ago they’d ran so many tests on him. Wanted to study him to see how far the serum affected him. He was obviously a lot stronger. There were some other things they wanted to work out. Like how could his body handle diseases which apparently he was immune to that. Then came his fertility.

Long story short birth control was pretty much useless against him. He needed to use a condom with every partner unless he wanted them to get pregnant. As much as you hated it you always made him wear one because of it. Why would you marry a man that could easily get you pregnant if that wasn’t what you really wanted.

God, you were so goddamn gorgeous walking towards him in that gown. You looked like an angel sent from heaven just to be his. His heart had felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as soon as he laid his eyes on you. With all the shit he’d gone through, he never thought he’d find you, but there you were. All dolled up to intertwine your life with his.

During the reception the two of you pretty much danced all night despite everyone trying to come up to you to interrupt. You were in your own little bubble of happiness with each other. Fuck you looked beautiful in that dress. It’d been hard for him to keep himself from taking you right there.

Now he was carrying you over the threshold of your new home. The plan was to not move in until the wedding night wanting to save that for the day you became husband and wife. He didn’t stop kissing you as he’d unlocked and then locked the door before taking you upstairs.

You knew what was going to happen and you wanted it more than ever. You’d been a little tipsy from all the champagne, but you were still so goddamn ready for him. “I want to fuck you in this dress first,” he’d pulled away from your lips to whisper in your ear. He laid you down in your marital bed scooting your hips to the edge.

“Baby!” You giggled, sitting up to wrap your arms around his neck. He kissed you again holding you close as he pushed your leg up by your thigh. He pulled you away to get down on his knees. He kissed along your legs and as bad as you wanted him to eat you out, you wanted him inside you more. “Please just make love to me.”

“I wanna eat my wife’s pussy,” he said, still prepping you with kisses. You shuddered at his words and how good he felt. He kissed you through your panties. You tossed your head back involuntarily moving your hips because your body needed more.

“Please. I want your dick.” You begged. “I need it.”

“Be patient, Wife.” He chuckled. “We have all night.”

“I know, but I need it now!” You whined. You were always so needy when it came to his dick. It took sometime for you to take him the way you do now because he was too much for your little pussy at first, but he’d quickly trained you take it. Fuck he remembers the first time you saw his dick. You looked up at him through your eyelashes with that sweet smile he loves so much, immediately reaching out to grab it like the greedy little slut you were for him. He knew he’d have to marry you one day.

He sighed, smiling up at you before standing up. “Alright, alright.” He kissed you again before pushing you back onto the bed again. “Such a needy wife,” he said, dipping his fingers in your pretty lingerie so he could rub your clit. “God, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” you breathed as the pleasure from him touching you creeped up your body. You always got so damn wet for him.

He looked down at your pretty pussy soaking those white panties. Fuck he shouldn’t have listened to you. Should have just put his tongue inside of you and let you cum on his face until you were begging for mercy. But, who was he to leave his bride needy for dick.

“Please,” you whimpered.

Steve unzipped his pants not even bothering to undress himself fully as he took his dick out, stroking his length as he looked down at you. If he didn’t stop himself he could cum like this. Just watching you all needy for him. Fuck he was a lucky man.

He got ready to line himself up with your entrance wanting to fuck you even with those pretty panties on. He loved seeing his dick go in and out of you with the lace softly brushing against him. “Condom,” you reminded him.

“Fuck,” he softly said pulling away. “Hold on,” he replied before going to the nightstand to get one from the drawer. He really couldn’t see himself doing this for the rest of his life.

That was the problem right there. He could never get lost in a moment of passion with you if you weren’t willing to take him in the way he wanted you to. It’s okay for now, though. Soon he’ll fuck you properly.

He sheathed himself in the rubber before picking your hips up so he could enter you. You’d been pent up ever since you heard him say I do. It was like as soon as the words left his lips you were ready to gush.

He rubbed your clit again as he thrusted into you. His movements were strong and deliberate like he was trying to make sure you felt it nice and hard. Like he was savoring the moment. “Yes,” you mewled. Sparks were shooting through your body. It felt so goddamn good feeling him like this.

Your throaty, breathy moans got louder as he picked up the pace. Your juices were coating his condom covered dick and fuck he wished he could feel you raw. “God, I can’t believe you’re my wife,” he hissed.

---

Part of the reason you’d ended up picking this house was because of the bathrooms. The two of you could actually fit in the tub together. Big enough for you two to cuddle and still be submerged in the warmth of the bubbly water. You were kind of a sucker for romantic shit like that and he loved indulging you. Besides you deserved it.

“I’m so exhausted,” you mumbled with a yawn into his chest. To be honest you never thought you’d get to this point. Being there with your husband in your new home on your wedding night. Especially with Steve of all people. You remember when he asked you to marry him and you kept asking if he was sure. Like he’d change his mind at any minute.

It broke his heart the way you thought he could ever not want you. Even with your fence and children shit he still wanted you more than anything. Besides that can easily be corrected.

“Me, too, but it was fun.” He rubbed your back a small smile on his face as he enjoyed the love bubble the two of you were in.

“Mhm,” you hummed, kissing his chest. “It was amazing. Thank you, Baby.”

“Thank me? You planned it. I just paid.”

You chuckled, looking up at him before kissing his jaw. “Well, then thank you for that.” You kissed the corner of his mouth and he ended up being the one to connect your lips.

He held you by your hips as the two of you made out. You moved your hips as you came to straddle him. Fuck your core was so close to his dick.

He ended up sliding you over it, making the both of you moan as your flesh made contact. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t done that sooner. Fuck it felt so good.

You didn’t stop him either. Letting him glide you up and down his length. You shivered against him as he bumped your clit, letting out another breathy moan. He could easily enter you. Could leave you at his mercy as he fucked into you without protection for the first time.

God, it was so tempting.

“We should go back to bed,” you said, pulling away from him not stopping the movement of your hips.

Your eyes raked up and down the naked body of your new husband as he towel dried. You wrapped your arms around him, standing on your tippy toes so you could kiss the back of his strong shoulder.

He hissed enjoying the feeling of your lips against him. You giggled, sinking your teeth into his flesh to nip him. He fucking loved when you did that. “You little troublemaker.” He smirked, making eye contact with you through the mirror.

You giggled again before smacking his butt then turned on your heels to run away. You were still naked as you ran out the room, knowing he was going to get you back for that.

It took him no time to grab you, lifting you up in the air as he walked over to the bed to drop you. “Babe!” You squealed.

He chuckled, getting on top of you to brush his lips against yours. He forced your legs apart bringing his dick up to rub against your clit. Fuck why hadn’t you guys done this before.

“Stevie,” you gasped. “Fuck.”

He slide his dick between your pussy lips so close to your aching core. The way your sticky wetness looked on his dick was enough to drive him insane. “That’s it, Baby.” He moaned, his head was spinning.

“Condom,” you said.

“Why?” He asked. “When I could slip it inside of you with no problem. I could fuck you so good.”

You moaned. It’s not that you didn’t want it, but you had to control yourself a little. “Please, Babe.”

“You don’t wanna have my baby?” He asked, not stopping.

“It’s not that. I just-” you cut yourself off when he stroked himself against your clit again making you open your mouth wide and tilt your head back.

“You’re really going to deny me, your brand new husband from fucking your sweet little pussy raw? That doesn’t sound right to me, Baby.”

Your stomach tightened. Fuck you were gonna cum. “Please, Baby.” You sounded so goddamn pathetic. He wasn’t even inside you and he was making you react like this.

“Fine,” he said, leaning down to kiss your forehead. As much as it pained him to stop his movement he did, reaching over to grab the box of condom that were in the drawer. Fuck he should have bought more because this was going to be a long night.

Your body calmed down a little as he took his sweet ass time to put the condom on. Fuck you needed him. Badly. Even more than the first time.

He rolled the latex over his length before positioning himself over you again this time on his knees. He grabbed your thighs pulling you forward as he eased your cunt onto him. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he began to move his hips.

He held your thigh forcing you onto him. All he could think about how he wanted to fuck a baby into you. You were so close in this angle ready to cum, but as Steve started to get more and more into his head he pulled out to flip you over.

He slammed into you his balls slapping into your clit. You gasped tightening around him. “Yes.” You gasped. He was moving into you fast and hard just the way you liked it.

Your pussy gripped around him like it was trying to push him out, but his thickness kept him inside. “I love you,” you cried into the pillow, backing up against him.

“I love you, too,” he growled pulling you onto him so roughly. Fuck he needed to feel you.

You were so lost in him that you didn’t even feel the difference when the condom had broken, sitting on the base of his dick. He pushed into you again both of you grunting at the feel of his bare dick finally inside of you. Fuck it shouldn’t have taken him two years to do this.

“You feel so good,” you cried backing into him. “Fuck. Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

“I won’t, Baby. This is my pussy.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!” Your eyes were starting to water. It just felt so good you couldn’t help it. “Is this a new condom. You should buy these more it feels so good.”

“I will.” He reached forward grabbing your hair. Your back arched as he rammed into you forcing you to take it. It was all you wanted. Fuck.

“I’m gonna fuck I’m gonna-” you stopped yourself as you whole body tensed and then let go for the most intense orgasm you’d probably ever had in your life.

Steve’s jaw clenched as he shoved you back onto him as deep as he could go as his own orgasm caught up to him. He didn’t stop moving his animalistic instincts taking over as he moved you forward and then back again in shallow thrusts.

All you could do was lay there and take it.

He slumped over you, breathing heavy. You were pretty sure you were seeing stars. His dick was still inside of you as he moved his hips like was still trying to push it into you.

Finally he fell by your side. Breathing still heavy. He pulled you close kissing the top of your head. You clung to him needing him as close as possibly. God, you looked so beautiful. All teary eyed with your lips swollen and your chest heaving.

“Thank you for marrying me,” you whispered to him, voice all hoarse from all the moaning.

“Sweetheart, I waited a hundred years for you. I should be thanking you.”

You smiled, rubbing your already teary eyes. “Don’t say shit like that. You’ll make me cry.”

“I’m only saying it because it’s true. You make me so happy.”

“You make me happy, too.” You sniffled.

---

You didn’t know it, but your honeymoon went pretty much the same way. Anytime the two of you fucked he’d break the condom until there was no barrier between your wet cunt and his dick so he could fuck you properly. Fuck your cunt looked so good with his cum seeping out of it and you hadn’t even noticed.

Steve doesn’t think he could ever go back.

Your trip to France had lasted two weeks and now you were back having to return to a somewhat normal life. It’d been a little over a  month since your wedding night. Your breasts were starting to get all swollen. Your back was hurting. You felt constantly tired.

Your husband had left for business leaving you to figure it all out on your own. Honestly you were kind of in denial. Well, you were at first. Then your morning sickness started.

You felt so anxious as you waited for the timer to go off.

You couldn’t stop yourself as you paced back and forth in the living room. You were a nervous wreck on the inside. Of course if it was positive you’d try your hardest to be the best mother ever, but fuck you were nervous.

The front door opened and your husband came through the door making you stop in your tracks. “Honey, you’re home...” you trailed off.

“Yeah, we finished early.” He grinned, then faltered. “You don’t look very happy to see me.”

“No I... I am I just...” you swallowed feeling that damn sickness pushing up again. Before you could say anything else to him you ran to the bathroom.

He quickly followed after you. As you kneeled in front of the toilet puking your guts out. “Jesus, Baby,” he got down beside you, rubbing your back. He put his hand on your forehead. “You don’t have a fever.”

Tears were streaming down your face as you buried your head in his neck. You stood up bringing you with him. You wanted to tell him, but you were pretty sure if you opened your mouth again you’d puke.

“Wait, is that a pregnancy test?” He asked, his heart swelling at just the sight. You nodded still buried into him. You couldn’t even try to make yourself say anything out loud.

The timer from your phone could be heard from the living room which made you quickly pull away.

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As you looked down at your sleeping one year old baby boy, Steve kissed the side of your head. You’d never felt this kind of bliss before. “He’s so perfect,” you whispered softly, looking up at your husband with tired eyes.

“I know. We did good,” he replied. “Let’s go to bed, Sweetheart.” As the two of you finally made it to your room, you yawning as Steve got under the covers beside you.

“So, I was thinking,” you started, resting your chin on his chest so could look at him.

He rubbed your back a lazy smile on his face. “What is it?”

“I know I’ve been strict on the whole condom thing, but clearly your super sperm doesn’t give a shit so I guess I’m fine if we maybe stop using them. Just let whatever happens happen.”

His jaw dropped, his heart suddenly thumping in his chest. His dick immediately getting hard. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah I mean I actually kind of like this whole mom thing.” You shrugged. “Besides, Baby Grant is gonna need siblings. I just have to accept that I am probably going to spend most of my life pregnant now.”

He chuckled a smile spreading on his face. “Not going to lie this may be the hottest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

“God, you’re such a pervert.” You grinned, leaning up to kiss him. He deepened it pushing you on your back.

Suddenly his only goal for the night was putting baby number two in you.

BLURB

[damnlance]

Klance angsty prompt 6 please 👀

Klangst Prompt #6

6. “You’ve never hurt me. Ever”

Summary: Lately, Lance has been stressed beyond the point of breaking… The end of the war was 3 years ago and yet, it’s not enough time to pass for Lance to feel better. Not even close. Everyone has always called him a hero. And since the day they landed back on earth, everyone has gone so far to ask for photos and autographs and all that. These days Lance is sick of it.

Or; the pressures of being the ‘savior of earth’ has been building up inside of Lance, causing him to erupt on any and everyone.

Good thing he has his amazing boyfriend.

-there’s a slow start, but I PROMISE it’s klance so just keep reading!

-also galra (kitten) Keith ?? I love him

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It all started with a fangirl just a few weeks ago.

Lance decided to walk to his favorite coffee shop one chilly afternoon. He woke up really late and was immediately craving something sweet yet bitter. And since he lives with most of his family, running out of coffee five days after buying a brand new pack of it is very common, especially when no one wants to buy more for whatever reason.

So there Lance was, walking down the street. Hands tucked into his blue lion hoodie (thanks to all the merch the fans of voltron have made over the years), making his way to the closest coffee shop near his home. And then he hears the high pitched squeal of a girl at least 10 feet away from him. Then 9 feet.. then 6.. then 4 because she’s literally running at him with the speed of a hundred cheetahs chasing a gazelle until she’s right there, face to face with Lance.

“Oh my god!!” She yelled, jumping up and down like some 5 year old girl getting a puppy. She was about 5’7, short brown hair and huge blue eyes that almost resembled Lance’s. She wore this giant faux fur coat and beanie to match, and her phone was IN LANCE’S FACE.

She was all over him and it was attracting others to stare their way. Lance tried to calm her down by smiling and using a little of his charm but it was just making the girl fangirl even more. So he took a picture with her to be on his way before the coffee shop got too busy. But she wouldn’t back off. Apparently she wasn’t satisfied with the picture, something about how her eyes were closed? Or how blurry it came out? Lance couldn't remember, he just wanted his coffee.

The girl kept hounding him and following him, demanding that he retake the picture with her. Lance let her down easy, saying how he needed to be someplace important and that he was running late. The girl kept pushing him. Following his every move, right on his heels. Begging, pleading with him to take more pictures because she ‘needed them,’ whatever that meant. Lance tried his hardest to be nice and polite because as a former paladin of voltron and as one of seven someone’s who have saved the entire universe, his image is everything. Without him or his former paladins, there would probably be no earth. So he stopped in his tracks and took a better picture with the girl.

He felt good to see her happy because of something that he had done. Plus he looked really good in that picture, who knew the earth’s natural lighting at 1pm could make his skin look so smooth? Once he gave his approval of the better pic, he was on his way again, hoping that the line to the coffee shop wasn’t even longer now. As he started to fast walk down the busy sidewalk, something yanked him back by the neck and he came crashing down. Literally. He fell right back on his ass and when he looked up, this same crazy girl was looming over him like a mad woman. With his blue hand-knit wool scarf dangling from her grabby hands. The anger that had been simmering in Lance’s gut was at a full blown boil and he was just about ready to explode. So.. he kinda did..

Long and embarrassing story short, Lance yelled at her. He snatched his blue scarf out of her hands so fast, it scared her, and as he rubbed his most likely bruised tailbone, he got in her face and began blaming her for the world's most horrible fan interaction. He was so angry, that he balled his fists, stomped his foot and had veins protruding out of his neck and forehead. He called her names and most likely spit in her face, but he didn’t care. And when he was done, he took a step back and examined the girl in front of him. She was folded in on herself, holding her arms close to her body as her bottom lip quivered and fat, giant tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked so.. mortified. And actually.. scared of him. Like if Lance were to say anything or move a muscle, she’d flinch.

Seconds later, Lance’s face softened into something regretful and he went out to reach for her, to apologize. But, like he knew she would, she flinched. And then hurried away like he was a mad man. All the while crying and clutching her phone to her chest. Lance felt absolutely demolished inside. He tried to go after her but his feet were glued to the cement of the sidewalk. He didn’t even want his coffee anymore.

Thankfully, there were no viral videos or photos or posts about the incident. Lance ended up tracking the girl down a few days later and showered her with all the love he could muster, even taking as many pics as she wanted and liking them on Instagram when she tagged him. But.. something inside him still felt so horrible about the incident. For a moment, Lance had realized that he genuinely hurt that girl for no real reason. He just wanted some coffee but is coffee more important than the people who are thankful and want to show their gratitude for him for everything he did with voltron? If the roles were reversed and he stayed on earth, he would be bending over backwards to let all the paladins know just how thankful he was to live another day on their planet. That girl probably had family, friends, maybe a spouse and kids, and in the midst of that horrible battle 3 years ago, she most likely thought that one of those days would be her last with them.

It broke Lance’s heart thinking about it. He really hurt her. Sure, he made it right and she forgave him, but in that single moment, he actually hurt someone enough to make them cry, to make them run away from him. It was a terrible feeling. It wasn’t Lance. He never wanted that to happen again.

And at the same time.. he.. kinda never wanted to be the savior of earth. Not really.. he just wanted to feel like he had a place in the universe, and to know that he played an important role. That he mattered.

Guess he really matters now..

He sends a long text to Keith with shaky hands.

Message delivered..

The second he walked through the door, his phone rang. It was a three-way call with Hunk and Pidge. Lance pressed the green button to answer and placed the phone to his ear. Immediately, Hunk starts going on and on about how much he misses Lance and when the next time they’ll see each other will be. Lance smiled at his best friend’s inability to ever take a breath between sentences and replied with a warm ‘I miss you too, buddy.’ They got to catching up as Lance ordered his garlic knots and sat down at a private booth near the back of the place. He didn’t want to draw any attention to himself, especially when he got the call from his best friends.

Hunk tells him all the great things that’s been happening at the Garrison and even on the Atlas. He tells him how his restaurant is doing and how his family is doing and how Shay is doing. Pidge catches him up on things with her family, some new inventions she’s been working on, and how being the youngest teacher at the Garrison is going. Lance listens and gives his two cents on everything his friends tell him and honestly, he couldn’t be more happy for them. The way they were able to just get their lives together 3 years after the war is.. incredible. It made him think about everything he’s done since the war ended. Which wasn’t much.. he took over his family’s farm and brought it back to life, he helps out Colleen, Pidge’s mom, with medicine and finding cures to strange space illnesses with plants she has him grow on his farm, and his family’s market wouldn’t be as popular or swarming with business if he didn’t work there. Sad but true. And that’s really it. He hasn’t done much else. Nothing life changing or breathtaking like his friends.

But Hunk and Pidge don’t need to know that. So he simply replies with: “Oh, ya know.. same old, same old,” and hopes it works enough to keep the conversation flowing and follow up questions at bay. It does.

30 minutes into their conversation and Lance is starting to feel a little.. agitated. With the garlic knots consumed and digesting in his stomach, he sits in the booth, alone, listening to his friends go on and on and on about their perfect jobs and their perfect little lives. He gets lost a few times and at one point has literally no idea what they’re talking about. When he tries to ask what or who or even get the slightest details, Pidge lets out a sigh that Lance can’t help but feel like is out of annoyance. Lance sighs back and continues to stay silent because obviously he’s not getting anywhere. Why even bother putting him on a call that Hunk and Pidge could have just had on their own??

Balling his fist, Lance let out a loud, overdramatic sigh. He didn’t care if his friends heard it or how they took it. He was upset. The conversation between his two friends comes to a halt and then awkward silence. Pidge is the first to speak up with a:

“Something you wanna add, Lance?” The annoyance in her voice is very much there and Lance doesn’t miss it. He scoffs loudly and grits his teeth.

“No.” He says, voice deepening in anger.

“Oh really?” Pidge asks, poking the sleeping bear that lies dormant in lance. “Cause it sure sounds like it to me. Why don’t you stop being such a fucking child and tell us what’s bothering you this time??”

Lance damn near growls.

The line has gone quiet now. Hunk’s unsteady breathing is audible but other than that, silence. Lance digs his nails into the skin of his palms and tries to keep the angry tears in his eyes from falling down his cheeks. With a deep shaky breath, he smiles through the pain.

“You know what, Katie,” Lance spits and it makes Hunk gasp. “Fuck YOU and this stupid, shitty attitude you have all the time!”

“Oh, god..” Hunk winces.

“I don’t know what the actual fuck crawled up your ass,” Lance continues, “but I’m sick of it! I've been sick of it for years! I’m sick of keeping my mouth shut and quite frankly, I’m sick of YOU!”

Lance is standing up out of his seat now. His chest heaves up and down as the angry tears have fallen past his face and down his neck. His voice is two octaves deep from anger and the skin of his palm is bloody from how hard he’s digging his nails into it. The place has gone quiet now and Lance can feel multiple pairs of eyes on him. So much for not drawing any attention to himself.

The line is quiet. Then, the sound of a huff of breath. A small laugh.. And then:

“Wow. Nice one, McClain..” Pidge’s voice is small, but so full of something. “Go screw yourself, you asshole.”

The call ends. Whether Pidge or Hunk ended it, is unclear.

Minutes pass, and Lance is still standing in the same place with the phone to his ear. Tears are running down his face, and his Altean marks are buzzing so loud in his ears. His heart is pounding in his ribcage and ice cold sorrow runs through his veins..

He sends a long text to Keith with shaky hands.

Message delivered...

Now, exactly 3 months since that little incident, Lance sits alone in his home. In his childhood bedroom he can’t seem to rearrange because he’s still holding out hope that one day he’ll turn back time and be his child self and get a redo on his life. But hey, it’s better this way. After the whole dilemma with Pidge, Hunk tried to call Lance to help but ended up getting his feelings hurt. Yep. By Lance. Because Lance is a big jerk and can’t stop hurting everyone around him.

So he hasn’t talked to Pidge or Hunk since then. Mostly out of guilt and shame because those two are supposed to be his bestest friends and he hurt them. Nothing he could say or do could make up for his selfish mind and stupid mouth. Lance had this whole plan to go to Shiro about it, to get his advice so Lance could make it all better.

But Pidge being Pidge.. texted the whole thing in their group chat and.. well.. everyone saw it. Shiro, Hunk, Matt, even Keith possibly! It got so bad that Lance’s phone kept going off with alerts from everyone asking what happened and what he said. Curtis tried calling him and left a few messages. Shiro left him a long voicemail. And of course the word traveled so fast that it reached New Altea and Coran got involved. Which caused Romelle to be involved, too. She gossiped to Acxa, who told her girlfriend, who happens to be Lance’s sister, Veronica. Veronica blabbed to Rachel, who blabbed to Marco, who blabbed to Luis.. who blabbed to Lance’s dad.. WHO BLABBED TO LANCE’S MOM. And boy did she have some interesting words for him in the SEVEN, LONG voicemails asking exactly ‘what happened’and ‘why The Holt siblings were so angry with him.’

Everything escalated so fast. Lance can’t even remember what he said. Or why he said it. Since the war ended, it’s been so hard on him. Sure, it’s been hard on everyone, but for Lance it’s been different. Everyone looks up to him for some reason and expects him to do so good and be the hero they all think he is, when in reality? He was just a leg…

Exactly what did he gain from being a paladin of voltron anyway?? Get banged up and bruised almost everyday he was out there? Have people on his case, constantly reminding him how unimportant he was to the team? Pointing out all of his flaws and mistakes and focusing on those when there’s a million other good things he’s done that towers over all the bad shit?? Sure, he returned home to his family who he literally missed and cried for every single day, but he lost the love of his life in the process.

To put it all out there, Lance didn’t really gain anything. He got to travel through space, which was his dream since he was a little kid, and then space chewed him up and spit him out as some fake hero with PTSD and other trauma that will haunt him for the rest of his pathetic life.

So.. these past 3 months.

Lance has been sitting up in his childhood room.

Wishing he could use the power of Altea or something to turn back time.

And be his younger self.

His innocent self.

His happier self.

Back when he wasn’t so fucked up and had dreams and goals.

Back when everyone was proud of him.

Back to when he didn’t know who Allura was or that she even existed. Back to when Voltron didn’t exist either and everything was fucking fine.

Staring up at his ceiling, Lance counts the glow in the dark stars that he’s had up there since he was six years old. Somehow they’re still glowing and Lance is thankful for that because at 3 in the morning when the world is fast asleep and everything is pitch black, he could use the light.

It comforts him. Reminds him of a simpler, more happier time in his life.

Something sharp digs through Lance’s chest as he stares at those fake neon stars, and it hurts really bad. His breathing begins to quicken, matching the beat of his heart, and a lump finds its way up his throat. Tears pool in the rim of his eyes and spill down the corners, streaming down the sides of his face.

And they don’t stop. The stars get blurrier as Lance’s breathing gets heavier. His body begins to tremble with every hiccup of a sob that pours out of him and he’s crying so hard that his brain throbs in his head.

He curls in on himself in his bed and wraps his arms around his torso, crying uncontrollably into his space themed pillow. His Altean marks begin to buzz and glow and he can’t bring himself to care because all he wants to do is disappear.

Disappear from this game called life.

He types a text to Keith with teary eyes and a quivering bottom lip.

Message.. deleted…

As 3 in the morning turns to 4, a pod lands in the grass just a couple yards away from Lance’s farm. Boot covered feet step out of said pod and touch the wet grass waiting for them. It’s still dark out and the only light visible are the fireflies that buzz around a pair of cowboy booted feet. Those booted feet begin to walk, carrying a tall, broad, raven haired stranger up a hill to Lance’s home. The frogs and crickets seem to grow louder as the stranger in black cowboy boots makes their way to the front porch and pulls back the creaky screen door to a cold, locked doorknob. A set of keys are pulled out and a specific blue key is pushed inside the lock, turning and unlocking the door. The stranger walks in and is instantly met.. with..

Crying??

“H-Hello??” The stranger calls out. “Lance?”

The crying stops.

It’s dead quiet..

The door shuts on its own and the echo around the house is eery.

Light footsteps descend the stairs and before they know it, the stranger is being tackled to the ground in a bear hug.

“Ah-! Lance!?” They yell as the duffel bag from their hand falls to the ground.

“Keith!!” Lance yells out, voice rasped from endless crying.

Keith can immediately hear it and wraps his arms around Lance so tight, holding him close. His eyes glow yellow, something that usually happens out of fear, anger, or protectiveness, and his lips protrude to make way for his double set of fangs that are ready to bite any and everyone.

“Lance!” Keith tries to sit up but is pinned to the ground with all of Lance’s dead body weight. “Lance, honey, are you hurt? What’s wrong??”

A hand through curly brown locks and Lance’s crying dies down. He snuggles his face into Keith’s neck and hiccups through a response. Something too incoherent for Keith to make out, but he feels it has something to do with why he was told to go home ASAP.

A few weeks ago, Keith was contacted by Acxa via video chat. They talked and caught up for a few minutes before Acxa told Keith the real reason for her call. She explained that Veronica was having a tough time reaching out to Lance and that he might be in some kind of trouble. Not knowing the full extent of the story, Acxa only told Keith what she heard from Veronica and others. Fearing the worst, Keith packed up his shit and set a course for Earth as fast as he could.

Unfortunately, there were some setbacks on his way over where he had to make a few stops to tend to aliens in need because after all, that’s still his job as a blade member, but when that got finished, Keith hightailed it over. His Galra instincts wouldn't allow him to stay away for much longer anyway and having accepted his galra side a long time ago, it would have been best for everyone to let him go home.

Keith now lays in Lance’s bed, every inch of Lance’s body wrapped up around him like a snake. Keith strokes Lance’s hair soothingly and holds him close to his chest, right over his beating heart. A deep, soothing purr emits itself from Keith’s body and calms Lance’s nerves right down to the bone. Keith knows how much Lance adoreshis Galran features and at this point, Keith would do absolutely anything for Lance to feel better.

They talked about everything that happened and are now in the cuddle stage. Lance has his eyes shut, listening to Keith purr just for him. Long limbs wrapped around every inch of his boyfriend while Keith’s long nails scratch at his scalp, life is so good.

Life is so good with Keith around.

“So,” Keith says, voice as calm as ever. “What exactly did Pidge say?”

“Oh,” Lance answers, his voice quiet as a mouse. “You didn’t see the messages in the group chat?”

“No.” Keith shrugs, laying his cheek against Lance’s forehead. “Been kinda busy.. And I actually don’t understand how a group chat works.”

That rises a chuckle out of Lance as he sits up a bit to reach for his phone on the bedside dresser.

“Idiot,” he whispers with a small smile on his face and it makes Keith light up, his purring becoming a bit louder.

Lance lays back on Keith’s chest as he scrolls through the messages on his phone. When he finds the message from Pidge, Lance clears his scratchy throat and sniffs.

“From Pidgeotto,” he starts, looking at Pidge’s name in their ✨Paladudes✨ group chat. “Just an FYI lance is a.. a total fucking jackass and I am no longer friends with him..”

Keith immediately frowns at that.

Lance continues. “He can suck my big toe for all I care. I’m done with him. Have fun being a lonely loser @LanceyPants.”

“What the fuck?” Keith says, eyes glowing yellow in the dark room. “Why would she say that!?”

Lance shakes his head, tears forming in his eyes again. “Because she was right. I am a jackass..”

“Lance, no!” Keith sits up, bringing Lance with him. They sit side by side as Lance holds himself and looks down at his space blanket. He shrugs once and sniffs.

“Keith, stop,” he says, wiping a tear from his eye. “Look, I said some very hurtful things to her and she lashed out in a perfectly normal way..”

“Normal!?” Keith scoffs, grabbing Lance’s phone and rereading the message again. “Jackass? Loser?? Come on, Lance, she’s completely bullying you and you know it!”

Lance whips around with an angry expression on his face “Because I deserve it!”

The room grows quiet. Keith takes a deep breath and reaches over to grab Lance’s shoulders.

“Calm.” He says, taking a deep breath for Lance to mimic. Lance takes a deep breath with him and lets it out. Keith begins to purr again and it calms Lance even more.

“I.. Sorry..”

Keith nods. He reaches up to cup Lance’s cheek and rubs his thumb across Lance’s tear stained eye.

“You know I would never hurt anyone on purpose..” Lance sniffs. “That’s not who I am. I’m just.. I’m tired of being this symbol of everything strong and good and brave.”

“Mhm,” Keith rubs Lance’s back, leaning in closer to him to nuzzle his forehead. Lance nuzzles back and Keith’s purrs.

“I keep.. I keep hurting everyone I care about..” Lance whispers in a voice so low and fragile, it nearly shatters Keith’s heart.

“That’s not true.” Keith pulls back a little to look into Lance’s teary blue eyes. “Lance, you are the most incredible, selfless, honest person I’ve ever known. You are strong and good and brave even if you don’t mean to be. Or want to be.”

Lance pulls away and stares at his hands. Keith keeps his eyes focused on Lance.

“I know you think you hurt that fangirl from a few months ago.” Keith continues. “Or Pidge. Or Hunk. Or your parents or friend or family or whoever, but you could never hurt anyone.”

“Yeah, right,” Lance shakes his head. “I already did. I hurt everyone.”

“And even if that’s true,” Keith grabs Lance’s hands in his own, “which it’s not, you’re not doing it on purpose. You have a right to your own feelings! And you have a right to speak your mind.”

“And what if that hurts people??” Lance looks up and meets teary eyes to indigo ones. “What if I accidentally hurt my mama or my sisters or brothers, or nieces and nephews because I can’t be who they want me to be, who they think I am!?”

“Lance,” Keith shakes his head.

“What if I hurt you???” Lance’s eyes go wide. He looks Keith up and down and exhales a panicked breath. “God, Keith.. wh-what if I hurt you??”

“Oh, Lancey,” Keith sighs that lovey-dovey sigh where his eyes go all big and black like a cat’s, and the purr in his chest gets louder. “You’ve never hurt me. Ever.”

Lance stares into Keith’s eyes like they’re his lifeline.

“B-but.. but what if-?”

“No more what if’s!” Keith cuts Lance off by covering his mouth with his hand. “Listen to me, Lance. Are you listening??”

Lance nods repeatedly.

“Good,” Keith smiles, all crooked and cute and beautiful. “The only person you ever need to worry about hurting is yourself.”

And there it is. The one thing Lance has been dying to hear without knowing he’d been dying to hear it. It’s like a breath of fresh air, or cool rain on a hot and sweaty day. The permission he needed but didn’t really need. He has a right to care about himself and put himself first but whenever he tries, the guilt eats him alive. Why should he care about himself when he has to care more about others???

No. That’s not the case. It’s never been the case.

“You’ve gotta stop doing this to yourself,” Keith finishes, stroking the endless sea of tears that are falling from Lance’s eyes. He strokes Lance’s glowing Altean marks and leans forward to kiss one softly. Lance trembles slightly, closing his eyes to bask in the moment.

“I’m sure Pidge has gotten over it by now,” Keith reassures. “She just has too much pride to make the first more and apologize. You know how she is.”

“Y-Yeah,” Lance hiccups, nodding.

“And Hunk?” Keith scoffs. “I bet your mailbox is full of letters from him, explaining how sorry he is and hoping you’re doing alright. You know if he can’t reach you from your phone, he has other ways.”

That makes Lance smile.

“There’s probably cookies on the way right now.” He looks into Keith’s eyes, exhaling a small laugh.

“Oh, yeah,” Keith agrees, laughing that angelic laugh and showing off his perfect pearly fangs. Lance’s heart skips a fucking beat.

“And your fangirl?” Keith’s purring stops. “Well, she never should have gotten all up in your space that’s for sure. You had every right to punch her.”

“Keith!” Lance squeaks, face contorting into shock and confusion. “I-I didn’t punch her!”

“Really?” Confusion etches itself all over Keith’s features and he puts a finger to his chin. “I could have sworn I read that in your text.”

“No way, man!” Lance defends, waving his arms around. “Why would I ever in my life-!” He stops mid sentence to see the shit-eating grin plastered on Keith’s face.

“Just kiddin, lil lady,” Keith says in his best southern accent, smiling big and wide.

Lance bursts out into a fit of laughter, hitting Keith’s chest and arms and back. Keith shields himself and laughs, grabbing Lance’s arms and bringing him down onto the mattress. They fall back with Keith looming over Lance, his long raven hair surrounding their faces.

Lance stares up into those beautiful, indigo eyes and sniffs, unable to look away. He reaches up and cups Keith’s face, rubbing his thumb over Keith’s Galran stripe.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?” Keith asks in his softest voice, eyes roaming from Lance’s teary blue eyes to his luscious lips.

“Yes,” Lance nods, not even bothering to blink because if he does, he’ll miss Keith’s everything.

“Don’t let anyone get you down, my sweetheart.” Keith whispers, leaning in closer. “Ever.”

Lance nods.

“And if they do,” Keith’s face turns serious, indigo eyes going dark. “I’ll bite their throats out and hand them to you on a silver platter.”

“Keith,” Lance exhales, going red in the face and ears. “Holy shit, you can’t just say things l-like that.”

Keith’s hard demeanor falls as he giggles and leans in close. Before they close the gap between their lips, Lance whispers, “And hey. I thought pet names were my thing?”

And Keith kisses him to shut him up.

They kiss like they haven’t seen each other in years and it’s the greatest Lance has ever felt. Keith kisses like he’s starving for it, craving it so much more than air and it’s hot and powerful and so, so damn good.

Lance wraps his arms and legs around Keith’s body and kisses him back with fervor. He allows Keith to make him feel better, and kisses his pain away. Keith pulls away slowly, licking into Lance’s mouth before he does so. Lance lets out a small groan and smiles before he opens his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers, tucking some hair behind Keith’s ear.

“I love you, more,” Keith whispers back, settling himself between Lance’s legs. “Feeling any better?”

“A little,” Lance looks away, sniffling a little. His eyes focus back to Keith’s and a small smile appears on his kiss swollen lips. “But I know a great way you can make me feel all the way better.”

“Oh, yeah,” Keith smirks, burying his face into Lance neck to start kissing slowly. “And what’s that?”

Lance giggles like a little kid, running his hands up and down Keith’s sides. When Keith pulls back, he trails his kisses up the side of Lance’s face and stops at his Altean mark.

“Make love to me,” Lance whispers, rubbing his nose against Keith’s. “Touch me all over and hold me until the sun comes up and just.. love me. Please..”

Keith’s face softens into something full of love and adoration. He moves forward to peck Lance’s lips, then his chin, and then his other Altean mark.

“Anything you want, my sweet..” he kisses Lance’s cheek. “Beautiful..” he kisses Lance’s jaw. “Amazing.. wonderful..”

“Alright, enough!” Lance laughs, slapping Keith in the back. His cheeks are on fire as he closes his eyes when Keith starts nibbling on his neck with his fangs. A chill runs down Lance’s spine and tingles to his toes, making them curl.

Keith sits up one last time and stares at Lance like he’s the world.

“I’ll take good care of you, baby.” He says with the utmost truth in his sultry voice. “I promise. We’re in this together.”

“Yeah,” Lance nods, letting his tears fall down his face and glowing Altean marks. “Together.”

And as Keith kisses Lance so lovingly, Lance can’t help but be glad that he can’t turn back time to be his younger self. Because with Keith around, he feels all the happiness in the whole world just like he did when he was young.

-END-

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I was curious if you’d be up for headcanon of adopting Gabi Braun, or what it’s like being her older sibling?

If not maybe just Pieck relationship headcanons

Please and thank you

im so sorry im getting to this so late 😭🤚 ty for requesting ‼️

‼️CONTENT WARNING: SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4 AND CHAPTER 139‼️

adopting gabi braun headcanons (canonverse)

characters: gf!sasha braus x gn!reader, platonic!gabi braun x gn!reader, fatherly!levi ackerman x gn!reader, platonic!falco grice x gn!reader

warnings: death, angst, hatred for kids (fuck them kids‼️), peepaw levi 😁👍

- uhhhhhh,, your relationship w gabi had a very rocky start. Lol !

- it all started when your friend eren jaeger decided to run away to infiltrate marley causing the survey corps to go get him just as a war was declared between your countries, and then two kids snuck onto the airship you were using to escape and shot your girlfriend. and she died. Lol !

- you had a lot of hatred for gabi in the beginning, and it was understandable

- you blamed her for shooting sasha, but you also blamed yourself for not being able to save her.

- you were a trained medic, you were supposed to save people, and yet you couldnt even save the woman you loved. it was like a slap in the face, like god was playing some cruel joke on you

- you remember sitting against the wall with sasha's blood staining your hands. you could barely process what happened at the time, and then levi came

- he sat next to you, taking a handkerchief out of nowhere seemingly, and just wordlessly wiped your hands down.

- your relationship with the older man was never defined, even today, but you both cared for each other

- the next time you saw gabi, was in that restaurant, niccolo had attacked gabi and falco, injuring them both, and said she killed sasha

- your blood went cold, you felt so many things, the grief you had pushed down in favour of your job, anger, fear, among other things

- niccolo had said there needed to be justice, he said that gabi should die for what she did, he tried to get sasha's father to kill her, and all you did was stand there.

- your body went on autopilot, barely listening to mr. braus' speech, you watched as kaya pointed a knife at gabi, and you listened to her wails of agony as you blindly led mikasa, armin, and gabi to a different room

- you were scared of yourself, for what you were thinking. did you really want a kid to die ? she did kill your girlfriend, the woman you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, the woman that shared her food with you, the woman that held you when you got scared at night, the woman that promised you that after the war you two would live on a farm together, and have a family of your own.

- but she was still a child. she didnt know any better. you were conflicted in your feelings, especially after hearing what niccolo had said, but it all just emphasized what was already known to you. she was a child

- your blood was pounding in your ears, and you could faintly hear gabi asking your comrades if they wanted to kill her. when armin reassured her they didnt, she looked to you and asked "what about them ?"

- you didnt answer her, and continued to lead them down where eren would be meeting you all. you were supposed to drop them off, but eren made you stay, and then a fight broke out

- you dont remember when you did it, but you held gabi in your arms, shielding her from the fight. you think you needed to be held more than she did

- things got more complicated after that, and slowly the hatred you had for sasha's killer went away, until all you had left was a hole in your chest from guilt and sadness.

- at fort salta, you thought you were going to die there, next to your friends. you thought you'd become a mindless titan, like connie's family

- but you didnt, well you did, but only for a short time, and when you turned back, you reunited with your friends

- looking around for gabi, you saw her tackle falco into a hug, which made you smile

- "y/n !" jean called, you remember looking behind you in confusion, he sounded distressed, but you understood why when you saw sasha saluting the three of you

- you felt your legs move on your own, and you ran closer to her, before stopping about a meter away. she was dead, you knew she was dead, but she was there, wearing that goofy smile on her face and looking at you as if you'd hung the stars in the sky

- she looked at you. "you did good." hearing her voice felt like a dream. your mouth felt dry, and your jaw opened and closed like a fish before you felt tears sting your eyes. "i love you."

- she nodded, before looking at the sky. "i know." she replied. sasha looked back at you before giving you a soft smile. "you know what to do now." before she disappeared in the debris

- you knew what to do, so you did it

- you found levi sitting against a rock, and when you leaned down next to him he muttered something. "i saw erwin again. and hange. all of them." you nodded. "i saw sasha." he looked at you, and gave you the closest thing to a smile. "i guess we're both at peace now."

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- three years later, you've become a school teacher in paradis, teaching young children how to read, to write, and basic math. you teach them about art and music, and nature. its nice being surrounded by children all day, kids are lovely.

- you live with gabi, falco and levi, in a small house inside wall sina. levi's legs have gotten weaker with time, causing him to use a wheelchair and crutches. he's given up on his dream of a tea shop, but is content with the life he has now.

- gabi and falco have gotten more rowdy with age, but they've both matured quite a bit. they make you proud

- you send letters to sasha's family. kaya is growing up, and has taken over archery just like her sister. niccolo is living with them now.

- you'll never be able to let go of sasha, or what happened to her, but the pain in your chest has dulled immensely. you think about her sometimes, when youre in bed alone, wanting to feel the warmth of her body in your arms, you know you should move on, you get teased about not having a new girlfriend, even levi has made comments about there being "plenty of fish in the sea"

it was a late night, on a friday. you were grading spelling tests at the dining room table, one lone candle being your source of light. your pen moves swiftly across the different pieces of paper, adding check marks or x marks when needed, adding a note at the bottom of each test, before adding a smiley face on all of your students' hard work. it was tedious, but it needed to be done, and you had to remember to bring them in on monday, you couldn't forget like last time.

you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. they were soft, and slow, and at first you thought it was levi but realized it couldn't be since you couldn't hear the soft tapping of his crutches on the stairs. they came down to the bottom and stood there, it was gabi, dressed in a light pink nightgown that came down to her knees, and her disheveled hair in the braid you did for her before bed.

you pushed your reading glasses to the top of your head. "what are you doing up ? it's late."

she shrugged, and walked over to sit across from you at the table. gabi grabbed the stack of papers that you already graded and shuffled through them, giggling when she found a misspelling.

you rolled her eyes. "don't laugh, they're six."

she shook her head. "i was spelling ten times better than this when i was their age."

"uh huh."

"are you calling my bluff ?"

you chuckled. "maybe. you should be in bed though."

"why ? it's not like we have school tomorrow."

you shrugged. "i was thinking we could go on a picnic outside the walls. it gets stuffy in here."

she nodded. "that would be fun."

the silence came back for a while, until you finished grading and set your papers aside.

"you know, i hear you sometimes." she whispered.

you looked at the brunette in confusion. "how do you mean ?"

"when your in bed, sometimes you cry."

you scoffed, and leaned back in your chair. "yeah well, i try to muffle it."

"i don't think ive ever apologized to you," she started. her eyes welled up with tears and her hands shook on the table. her cheeks and nose became pink as she held herself back from crying. "i know i feel bad, and i regret killing her but, i've never actually apologized to you for-"

"don't." you said. you kept your eyes on your lap, you felt your throat growing tight. "please gabi, don't say anything."

"i need to apologize-"

"you don't. you killed her. she's dead, the war is over. it's done. just let it go." you said, your voice wavering.

"have you let it go ?"

your head shot up to her. "i lost the woman i was going to spend the rest of my life with. she promised me a safe home, a farm, and a family. and she promised we'd grow old together. and that didn't happen. i grew up with her, i've known her since i was twelve, we started dating when i was sixteen. of course i haven't let it go, gabi."

gabi looked shocked by your outburst, but nodded. she understood how you felt, and she felt so guilty. "you don't forgive me do you ? i get it, i really do. i'm sorry."

you shook your head. "gabi no, i do. i do forgive you. i just, i can't forget it." you whimpered, tears started streaming down your face and you choked back a sob. "i loved her with all of my heart, i still do, but i don't hate you-"

gabi rolled her eyes, tears coming out uncontrollably now. "you should. i killed her, i ruined your chance of a happy life ! she was your family and i-"

"gabi no !" you exclaimed, cutting her off. at this point you both looked like a mess, and you were worried you woke up the boys. you grabbed her shaking hands in your own and held them to you. "you are my family. you are. so is falco, and so is levi. i forgive you, and i love you with all of my heart." you said, a sad smile on your face. her eyes widened at your words, before she started sobbing.

you got up from the table to come to her side, and held her in your arms as she cried. her arms wrapped around your shoulders while she dug her head into your neck, tickling you with her hair.

you rubbed her back and cradled her head while shushing her. she sobbed out a muffled "i love you so much y/n." that you chuckled at.

"i love you too so much." you whispered back.

it took a long time for gabi to calm down, but when she did you still held her, rocking her and yourself back and forth slightly. you two moved from the chairs down to the floor, funny enough.

you kissed the top of her head before talking, the only noise in the room being your whispers, her sniffles and the living room clock. "you know reiner's coming home soon. are you excited ?" she nodded against your skin and sniffled again, clearing her throat too.

"i hope he brings me a gift or something." she whispered back, her voice hoarse. it made you laugh, and you had to cover your mouth to keep quiet.

"they're going to shiganshina district for a couple of days, to visit mikasa and eren, and then mikasa will come with them to the capital."

"do you miss her ?" she asked.

"so much. i miss all of them, but mikasa is a close friend of mine, she holds a special place in my heart."

"do you think you and levi will go to the meetings between the marley ambassadors and the jaegerists ?" she asked.

"maybe, if they feel as though they really need us."

you sighed through your nose, which was a bit stuffy from crying. "after we turned back into humans, i saw sasha again."

gabi lifted her head up from where it was resting on your shoulder. "what ?"

"yeah, i saw her ghost i think." you looked down on her with a smile on your face. "she told me i knew what i needed to do, and then i went and got levi and you and falco." you paused for a moment, thinking about how you would word what you were thinking. "i did what i needed to do, i got my family together." gabi's eyes widened. "sasha promised me a family, and although this wasn't the family i had envisioned, it's still a family nonetheless. i believe her last gift to me was you, falco, and levi. and i am so grateful to have you all in my life."

gabi smiled before hugging you. she opened her mouth to say something-

"oi !" a deep voice came from the top of the stairs. "you two woke me up with all of your crying. go to bed." before your heard the creaking of the floorboards and the closing of a door.

you chuckled before standing up, pulling gabi with you. you walked her to her room, and even tucked her in, you both exchanged 'i love yous' and 'goodnights' before you retreated from her bedroom, closing the door behind you.

across the hall, levi stood leaned on his doorway with his arms crossed together. "that family speech, that was cute." he commented. you rolled your eyes at the older man. "were you listening in on a private conversation ?" you teased.

the ex-captain scoffed and looked away. "go to bed y/n. we have a picnic to go on tomorrow." before closing his door.

you chuckled to yourself, remembering how you brought up the idea to him that morning, and he only replied with a curt "we'll see" before sipping on his morning tea.

you went back to your own room, and got into your bed. you turned on your side, and looked at the space you always left open for sasha, and brushed your hand against the pillow.

"goodnight love."

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[raineydays411]

You will remember my name

      Part 2 of Ember

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m so stoked y’all liked my first fic! I really appreciate all the love and support you guys have no idea. (This might have to stretch to three chapters lol)

Tony Stark X daughter!reader

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Tonys pov

A tense silence filled the halls of the Avengers tower. It’s been a week since Y/N left the tower in tears. It’s been two days since anyone has seen the girl to think of it.  The first few days it was thought the girl was just staying with a friend while she cooled off. But after the third day, a bad feeling settled in the stomachs of the heros. By the fourth day, they asked some of Y/Ns closest friends. 

No one has seen her.

Pepper called her aunt, Pamela Isely, but the women said that the last time she spoke to her god daughter was a week before this whole mess happened. 

By the time the week was over, it was concluded that Y/N Stark was missing. 

Tony Stark was not a perfect father. He knew that, of course he knew. I mean, he didn’t exactly have the positive male role models growing up other than Jarvis. He knew he wasn’t going to be a perfect father. He just never thought he’d screw up this badly.

He found out he had a daughter four months after the Battle of New York. He had gotten the news that an old fling of his had died during the attack. leaving behind a daughter. Feeling bad for the kid, he began to set up a college fund for her, as he knew what it was like to lose someone in a tragic way. At first he thought nothing of it, just simply seeing it as a good deed. But then one night, during one of his restless nights, he began doing the math and figured out that the age of the girl was just about nine months off from when he had...met her mother. Needless to say Pepper was shocked when she woke up to Tony passing out.

After a few minutes of being yelled at by Pepper and another hour of coming to terms with this discovery, Tony made plans to find the girl.

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Y/n pov

After explaining your situation with your father to the boy, you realize that you still didn’t know his name. Turning to him you ask for it. 

“Oh, my name is Daniel, Daniel Winston.”  You snort as you realize the irony of this ghost boys name. 

“You mean to tell me that your name is Daniel, and you’re a ghost with white hair??” He glares at you for a second then a small smile creeps on his face, “Well, despite the circumstances, it is kinda funny.”  You hum in agreement and let a comfortable silence take over as you try and figure out where you are and if you’re even in New York.

“Hey Danny?” You ask, “Where are you from?”  

“Bludhaven, I was walking home from school when I was taken. Why do you ask?” 

“Because” You reply,” I was taken from New York.” A heavy silence falls over you both as you realize that you’re both unfamiliar with your surroundings. There weren’t any markings to indicate where you were. The base was nestled in a corner of abandoned buildings that looked like factories. The sky was dark and you couldn’t see any stars. There was a strange scent in the air that you chalked up to air pollution. You both continue walking when you see a building with its lights on. 

“Danny, that’s the only building so far that has any lights, we should go check it out.” He looked hesitant, and he wasn’t wrong to be. The building was an old shoe factory, it was dark and looked as if a sneeze could take the whole thing down. Whoever was in there probably wasn’t good company.

“ Are you sure you want to go in there?’ Danny's voice full of doubt, “Maybe we should keep going till we actually get into town.” While his idea was the more logical one, you were starting to get tired, blowing up a building with freaky ghost powers takes a lot out a a young girl.

“I think we should go, I need to rest up and we don’t know how far the town will be. We don’t even know what town this is.” And with that, you start to make your way to the building, a hesitant ghost trailing behind you.

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Tony's POV

Tony realizes locking himself up in his lab really isn’t going to help find his missing daughter. He just can’t believe he screwed up this badly. His own child, thought she wasn’t loved. He did that to her. A rage filled his body as he angrily swept everything off his work table. The clatter of wrenches and pens filled his ears as he stared at the wall.

The sound of the door opening caught his attention. He turned to see Steve Rogers walking in with a box of chinese food and a stern face. Quietly, the blond man took a look at the state of the lab, shook his head and placed the food on the table.

“We picked straws to decide which one of us had to come convince you to come out.” Steve said breaking the silence between the two men. Tony said nothing as he continued to look at the wall.

“You know, you have some nerve to lock yourself away.” Tony jerked his head over and stared at the man . “ What did you just say?” 

“You damn well heard what I said.’ Steve shot back. “ Your daughter is missing. She disappeared into thin air. And you’re in here doing what? Throwing your tools around?” 

“Are you going to lecture me?” Tony said in a bored voice.” Because of you are, i want to take notes” 

“You know this is your problem. You don’t care.” Steve said angrily. “ You don’t care that your daughter is missing. You don’t care that for eight years, the longest conversation you’ve had with her was when you were introducing her to this team.” Steve stood up from the table and walked back to the door before Tony could say anything. “It’s been a week Tony. She’s been missing for a week.  We need to find her.” He walked out without another word.

And again, Tony was alone. Alone with his thoughts, and alone with his regrets. Then he realizes, if he wants a chance to make up all those years, he’s going to need to find you first.  

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Y/n POV:

Getting into the factory wasn’t too hard, considering you can just walk through walls now. The real hard part finding someone to help, as there was no one in the building. In fact, the only living thing in the factory was the surprising amount of vines and greenery over taking the space. 

“hey, Y/n.. maybe we shouldn’t be here...” Danny whispered, ‘” this place is creeping me out.” 

“D, you don’t have to whisper, I’m the only one who can hear you.”

 You answer as you look around, the room you were in seemed like an office of some sort. Then you noticed something.

“Danny, those vines...they lead out of the room” 

And with that you start walking towards the door, but before you can make it you hear loud voices, two women from what you can tell. 

“....mmy you can’t keep doing this to yourself....”

“i....never let her go with him....”

You can’t hear what they’re saying, you take a step forward and accidently step on a vine. 

“wait...there's someone here.” 

Oh shit. You look at Danny in surprise as there was no way these people would have known you were here.

Then suddenly, the room of plants came to life. Vines started thrashing around, searching for the intruder. 

“WHAT THE FUCK” Danny yelled as a vine goes through is body. “Y/N lets get out of here!” In your panic, you forget you can literally turn into a ghost, so you look for a window to get out of. Before you can climb, a vine suddenly wraps around your leg and pulls you out of the room.

“Y/N!!” 

You thrash as you are pulled down the hallway, around corners, and painfully down stairs. You scratch at the floor, desperate to find something to cut the vines.  Then your eyes start glowing. Your skin melting to a pale blue. You blast through the plant as you start floating upwards. You shoot the plants around you with a blue mist like energy.

“What is that?” “Aye whatta you doing here?”  Wait. You know that voice.

Looking up, you get distracted and a vine wraps around your body, restricting your movement. You struggle for a while till you hear it. 

“Y/N?” You stop and look up. You change back to your normal appearance, shocked.

“Aunt Pam?!”

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TONY’S POV

After Steves not lecture, Tony got to work. He had FRIDAY look for anything suspicious in and near New York. By doing that, he found out that there has been an influx of missing people ranging from ages twenty to fifteen. They were going missing from three specific cities: Bludhaven, Gotham, and...New York. Seeing this had Tony's heart sink. He ran into the conference room where the rest of the team was conducting their own investigation. But before he entered, he stopped to listen to the teams conversation.

“How can she just...disappear into thin air..” Sam said in a sad voice. The rest of the team sat in silence. 

“Maybe we missed something. There has to be something there.” Natasha said with a desperation no on has heard from her. “It’s been a week Steve, she wouldn’t just leave like that.” And that when Tony decided to make his presence known.

“Maybe she didn’t” He said making everyone jump, “There has been an increase in missing person cases in the cities of Gotham, Bludhaven, and New York. All around the same age as Y/N.”

“So,you’ve decided to step up” Clint said sarcastically. “Where have you been this past week Stark?”

“ Look I know I haven’t been the best parent” Tony said.

“that’s an understatement”, grumbled Clint.

“I love my daughter. I hate the thought of her not knowing that.” Tony finished looking around the room to see the disapproval of the team.

“Fighting isn’t going to find her.” Wanda said quietly. “We need to work together.”

“Wandas right.” Steve said, “FRIDAY ,can you find any abnormal activity in any of the cities?”

“I did a widespread search specifically in the Gotham bludhaven and New York areas. A building in the indrustrial area in Gotham spontaneously collapsed. When authorities searched through the rubble, they found bodies of thirty out of the ninety reported missing people.”

“Was there anyone matching Y/N description,” asked Natasha anxiously.

“FRIDAY bring up the missing kids files”

A long minute went by, and all the files uploaded. The Avengers were all on edge as they flipped through the thirty files. They were relieved when they realized that Y/n was not part of those thirty kids.

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The Writer (part4)

Warnings - Angst

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You woke alone - checking the clock on the dressing table you darted out of bed. 6:45am, Tommy said his driver would be taking you home at 7. You rushed as quickly as your sore thighs would allow you back to your bedroom so no one spotted you run across the landing completely naked.

Pulling your clothes on, gathering your notepads and stuffing them in the small bag you had brought, you turned and nearly jumped out of your skin as a young woman of maybe 22/23 stood in the doorway. You vaguely recognised her as one of the maids who made your tea the night before. She had a strange look in her eyes that made you feel uneasy.

"I believe Mr Shelby has arranged a car for me this morning?" You asked, ignoring her gaze.

"He has. It's outside. He gave me this to pass onto you." She smiled wryly, handing you the envelope. You thanked her, and left the room heading down to the waiting car.

You opened the envelope once you were en route. Two £1 notes fell out, alongside a letter. Your heart froze in your chest as you read it, feeling like a complete fool.

Ms. Y/L/N,

Since you enjoyed being treated as a two-bob whore, I suppose it's only fitting I pay you for your services.

The article can proceed, but I'd prefer if someone with more professionalism could attend next time.

Yours,

T. Shelby

The tears were falling from your eyes as you pulled up outside your apartment. How could you have been so stupid... A millionaire like him shacking up with you? A penniless widow with more debt than you cared to admit to.. trying to make a name for yourself in a man's world. He clearly thought you were nothing more than a whore. You left the money on the back seat and exited the car, your heart shattered as you unlocked your door and stepped inside.

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"So how did it go?" David asked as you sat opposite him in his office an hour later.

"Honestly? The interview was difficult. He wouldn't reveal much about himself."

"Laura said you didn't come home last night." Laura was your roommate, she was also dating David. You should have known she'd tell him. He raised an eyebrow at you, smirking.

"The storm." You voice caught in your throat, emotions threatening to spill over. David quickly stood and closed the office door, kneeling in front of you.

"What happened Y/n? Come on, don't cry..." You fell into your big brother's arms and you let yourself cry. The only man you allowed to see you like this. You told him about the night before, in not as much detail, and then the note this morning.

"Fucking asshole... I never should have sent you to him!! This is all my fault... Oh sis I'm so fucking sorry, come here...." He held you tight. "Go home. Run a bath. I'll send Laura over with a bottle of wine. Just get him out of your head. God I sent you right into his filthy little hands didn't I..."

"David this isn't your fault. I wanted it as much as he did okay? He was just so different last night.. he asked me to stay, he put me into his bed, he held me.. then that note. And the money.. the fucking money?! Like a fucking whore!"

"Y/n go home. That's an order. You're not to go back again. I'll send Frank, he can do the article."

"No you won't! This is MY story and I will be the one to tell it! That halfwit doesn't even know which end of the pen to use!"

"He's already demanded someone else, you saw it for yourself. Now go home, I'll let Laura know you're on your way."

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It was a week later that you finally felt strong enough to leave the house. Your confidence at an all time low, your heart completely broken, but your cupboards were empty as your soul felt and Laura was away for a few days with family back in Scotland. You had no choice but to face it and go to the store in the next town. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you took a deep breath and headed out.

Waiting in line, you felt a tap on your shoulder. A dark haired woman with hard but kind eyes stood behind you.

"Are you Y/n?" She asked. You nodded, before quickly realising who she was.

"Polly Gray?" You gasped, and she nodded, pulling you into a huge hug.

"Oh y/n... It's been so long!! My goodness how you've grown!!!" You hugged her back, she'd always been so kind to you as a child knocking about with John. She was the only member of the family that knew you were close to him.

"Come for a drink! The Garrison is only down the street!" She grinned, as you paid for your groceries. You were about to answer before she linked arms with you and was almost frog marching you down the road. To be honest, you didn't mind. She clearly didn't know about your liaison with her nephew a week earlier, and a drink sounded very appealing.

Sitting in the small side room as she went to the bar, you felt yourself relax. She doesn't know, you won't tell her, it's one drink, no harm done.

"Perks of Arthur owning the pub - Peaky women get served at the bar without question!" She grinned, placing a bottle of whiskey and two glasses on the table in front of you. So much of one drink....

You both knocked the first one back quickly, before sipping your second a little slower. She enquired about your life up to now, squeezing your hand gently as you told her about Jack and his death. She smiled as you told her about your work, confessing to her your pen name in the Herald which made her howl with laughter.

"They're always my favourite articles in that newspaper!! I always felt they had a woman's touch to them, so well written! If only you could use your own name eh? Bloody men, ruin everything for us women."

"Yes. Yes they do." You eyes glanced out the window and she noticed them misting up slightly.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Oh nothing, nothing, I'm fine. Just being silly."

"There's a man, isn't there? A new man?"

"Pol..."

"And he's hurt you, hasn't he? I'll rip his balls off... Let me guess, fucked you and fucked you off?"

"Pol, it's fine honestly."

"Your eyes tell me it's not fine y/n."

"It was a silly, drunken mistake. On both parts. It won't happen again."

"No one hurts my y/n and gets away with it. Name." Her voice was forceful now. She was angry, you could see it in her eyes.

"Polly please! It was a one night thing that shouldn't have happened in the first place! Just let it go, okay?"

"Y/n, when my daughter was taken away, you were closest thing I had left. I was heartbroken when you moved away. I can't allow some nasty little shit to break your heart after what you've been through!"

Your resolve was breaking, your patience was being tested, and your emotions were about to spill over, when the door to the room opened and your heart stopped.

"Tommy!!! Look who I found in the store down the street!" Polly exclaimed, and his blue eyes met your watery ones. He smiled, you scowled. Polly looked between the two of you, and you could honestly have heard a pin drop. You gathered your shopping up and stood up, still glaring at Tommy who never took his eyes from yours. You scoffed at him, thanked Polly for the drink, and hurried out the room.

"Oh Thomas... Thomas Shelby you have some fucking explaining to do!" You heard Polly shout from behind you but you didn't stick around to hear anymore.

[corysmiles]

Caught (Again) Part 3.

Friendly Giant AU

part 1

part 2

cw//language, mentions of fatal vore (this part is extremely vague and short)

(Also I’m so sorry this is longer than the things I usually post but I hope you like it 💛)

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“Wilbur please eat your food,” Phil hummed from across the table.

It had only been a couple hours since Wilbur woke up, and he was already becoming a problem. The moment his eyes opened he was yelling for help. They tried to calm him down but the hysteric man wouldn’t stop shouting about the giant.

“Dad stop fucking ignoring me! I know i saw-“

“Wilbur!” Phil snapped, “Please, eat your food. We’ll discuss this later, but you need to eat.”

Techno took a spoonful of the soup and nudged it towards Wilbur’s face. As soon as it touched his lips Wil sputtered and slapped it out of the older man’s hand. The spoon hit the table with a hard thud, interrupting the uncomfortable silence.

“Fucking stop it, I’m not a child!” Wilbur gasped.

Techno picked the spoon back up and huffed, “You’re really acting like it.”

Wilbur shot Techno a dangerous glare and shoved the soup bowl away from him. It sloshed out onto the table, spilling onto WIlbur’s lap.

“Dad the towns in trouble! It knows where we-“

Wilbur couldn’t even finish his sentence before a spoonful of soup was forcefully shoved into his mouth by Techno. Wil coughed and hit his chest but swallowed it down.

“Will I love you I really do, but you’re probably concussed,” Phil said softly, “And we’d know if there was a giant I promise. That’s our job. If the boys had been with a giant they would be dead, and look at them, not dead.”

Wilbur shot a dangerous glance at Tubbo and Tommy who just sat in silence at the other end of the table. Tommy’s face lit up with a sly smile as he turned to face their angered brother.

“I don’t know how they’re not dead. But I KNOW what I saw,” Wilbur snarled.

“You’re being stupid big man,” Tommy scoffed, “Of course theres no giant we don’t have a death wish.”

“Oh shut the fuck up Tommy,” Wilbur snapped.

“Don’t talk to your brother like that,” Phil scolded, “but Wil is right mate. Going into the forest was stupid of you two, you basically did have a death wish...I really don’t believe you two found a giant, but if one actually did find you, we’d be holding a funeral right now.”

Tubbo looked up at Phil with a mouthful of soup and nodded.

“You know how dangerous they are,” Phil said, “They aren’t people. A giant would slaughter you like pigs and not have a second thought.”

“Tell me more dad I’m intrigued,” Tommy grinned.

Phil glared at Tommy and sighed, “It’s not a joke Tommy. Giants are a serious danger, all we are to them is food.”

“Mhm,” Techno hummed.

“Giants are the closest things to the devil you’ll ever meet.”

“Mhm,” Phil agreed, “They wouldn’t even hesitate to eat kids like you, you’re like a fucking snack to them.”

Tubbo stared down at his soup while Tommy continued to egg on their father. The claims he made about giants got more and more extreme...but at least the soup tasted good.

“Can we please stop talking about this,” Wilbur snapped after a couple minutes. His posture was stiff, and the staring contest he had with their father was thick with tension. It didn’t last long though before Phil reluctantly gave up and motioned for him to eat more.

“I’m gonna uh..I’m actually gonna go to sleep now I’m pretty tired,” Tubbo exclaimed after a few minutes of silence. Tommy grabbed at his arm to get him to stay but Tubbo was already gone.

As soon as Tubbo got to his room he dropped down against the wall and pulled his legs to his chest. A deep breath cleared his mind.

At least Ranboo was okay, he thought. And Tommy was doing a good job of convincing Wilbur nothing happened. Even though Tubbo felt a bit guilty over lying to their brother, if it meant Ranboo was safe it would have to happen.

He would never forgive himself if he was the reason Ranboo got caught.

After an hour the door to his room slowly creaked open as Tommy entered.

“You feeling alright big man?” Tommy asked as he sat down beside Tubbo.

Tubbo sighed and leaned his head against his brother’s shoulder. He was thankful for Tommy’s help but it was still overwhelming.

“Yeah,” Tubbo whispered, “Just anxious...we were so close to being caught.”

A gentle hand rubbed against Tubbo’s back while he talked.

“Try not to worry about it,” Tommy sighed, “I’ll deal with Wilbur, and dad and Techno don’t suspect anything. It’s all okay...Are you gonna visit him tonight?”

Tubbo stared at the floor for a few seconds, just letting his eyes follow the natural grain of the wood. It was a habit he’d had since he was a kid. He used to make stories out of all the shapes and pictures he found hidden in the wood, but now all he could find in the grains were reminders of Ranboo- his eyes, his tail, his awful fishing rod.

“Yeah, I think I should,” Tubbo sighed, “He’s probably so worried right now.”

Tommy hummed beside him in agreement. The hand on his back pulled him closer against his brother’s side.

“Yeah, wouldnt wanna make Boob anymore anxious than he already is,” he smiled, “I’ll go with you- to make sure nothing happens of course. Wouldn’t want a giant to mercilessly kill you.”

Tubbo snorted and punched Tommy’s side, “I hope he slaughters you.”

“And eats me too right?”

“Obviously,” Tubbo snorted, “Like a snack.”

After a few hours when they were sure the rest of their family was asleep, Tubbo carefully cracked open their window letting them both jump out onto the grass below. It was still squishy from the morning rain, but further out in the forest it would hopefully be dry. The thick tree tops could be thanked for that.

Tubbo and Tommy got all the way to the walls with no issue. One at a time they climbed up the small ladder on the side until they reached the top. Tubbo sent his brother a grin before hopping off onto the pile of leaves they’d set up below.

Tubbo thought it was strange looking back at the walls. From the other side they looked so small, especially compared to the giant he actually did know...it was a good thing Ranboo had no intentions of getting into town. Or hurting anyone.

After a few seconds he was startled out of his thoughts by the thud of Tommy landing beside him.

Tommy grabbed his wrist as started to lead them forward. But they didn’t get very far before a heavy weight tackled into them from the darkness.

“Fuck!?” Tommy yelped as the boys were slammed onto the ground.

Tubbo desperately tried to push off whatever monster was attacking them until a familiar voice grunted in pain.

“Wilbur!?” Tubbo asked incredulously.

When the weight finally got off of them they were met by a very very angry looking Wilbur. His head was still bandaged from where Tubbo had hit him, but apparently he was fine enough to be up and moving.

“Where the fuck are you two going?” he growled.

Tommy brushed the dirt off his shirt and glared at their older brother.

“What the fuck-“

“No no no, what the fuck are you two doing? Are you fucking idiots?” Wilbur asked.

Tommy sighed and grabbed Wilbur’s wrist. His soft placating smile was all Tubbo needed to know what would happen next. It was his lying smile.

“Jeez Wil calm down. We followed you out here, are you lost dude? Are you ok-“

Wilbur slapped Tommy’s hand away with a shout, “I’m fucking fine, stop treating me like I’ve lost my mind! Now you’ve got two fucking minutes to tell me what’s going on or I’m telling dad you were out here again.”

“Not like he’d believe it,” Tommy snapped back.

Wilbur’s glare hardened as he marched forward, his finger pointed at Tommy’s chest.

“Oh so you fucking admit you’ve been lying to me, Huh? Really nice of you,” he snarled.

“Hey hey stop it!” Tubbo shouted. Immediately Wilbur’s head shot towards him with a deep frown. His finger still pressed against Tommy’s chest.

“You fucking too,” Wilbur growled, marching towards Tubbo, “Why are you out here what the fuck is wrong with you, I expect you to be smarter at least!”

“Hey!” Tommy snapped.

Wilbur shushed Tommy with a hand and glared back down at Tubbo. Even as sickly as he looked he was still intimidating, and Tubbo didn’t think he’d ever seen Wilbur that angry before.

“Tubbo you take me where you were going...or I tell dad,” he said slowly, “If you’re going to leave anyway I’m going too.”

Tubbo stared into the older man’s eyes and saw the liquid fear starting to swirl inside of them. Wilbur was angry but...there was more to it. It made sense given how often he had nightmares about the giant that had gotten into town. Of course, he’d be afraid of seeing another one.

“Tubbo let’s just take him home we can-“

“No,” Tubbo interrupted, his eyes didn’t leave Wilbur’s.

“No...he can come Tommy,” he said.

Immediately Tommy gasped in confusion and shoved Tubbo’s shoulder.

“What the fuck are you talking about you can’t just-“

“Tommy.”

“Tubbo it’s not safe it’s not-“

“Tommy.”

“Do you even care about him, what the-“

“Tommy!” Tubbo shouted.

Tommy’s eyes hardened into ice as he stared at Tubbo. But Tubbo knew what he needed to do.

“You can come Wilbur,” Tubbo said slowly.

Wilbur blinked, seemingly confused by how fast he had won, and nodded at Tubbo. He straightened his posture but his eyebrows still furrowed anxiously.

“Let’s go then.”

The three walked through the forest in a thick silence. Tubbo lead the group while Tommy walked behind with Wilbur. The previously furious man now just seemed terrified. His eyes flicked back and forth anxiously, and every broken branch or gust of wind made him flinch. Tubbo was sure that if he even said the man’s name he’d bolt the other direction.

“How long until we get there?” Wilbur asked.

Tubbo turned back to him and shrugged earning a glare from Wilbur.

“We’re almost there,” Tubbo hummed, “You should know, you’ve been here already haven’t you?”

Wilbur paused in his steps. The white noise of crickets and birds filled the silence.

“It was real...” Wilbur whispered. His voice so thin it almost blended into the sound of the wind.

Tommy’s eyes darted to Tubbo sending him a silent warning- he had to be careful. But they’d already gotten that far.

Tubbo locked eyes with his older brother and nodded. Immediately, Wilbur’s mouth squeezed shut, and for a moment Tubbo feared he would run until thankfully he fell back in line with the group.

After a few minutes they were at the entrance to the den. The warm air from inside washed over Tubbo like a comfortable blanket or a hug, but Wilbur didn’t seem as pleased. He could almost see the fear radiating off of Wilbur in waves as he stared into the dark cave.

“It’s safe,” Tubbo muttered, gently resting his hand on Wilbur’s shoulder.

Wilbur nodded and swallowed, letting himself be guided in by his younger brothers. Every step was torturously slow though since he kept having to stop to collect himself.

“We’re almost there Wil,” Tommy whispered at the fourth stop. He laid an arm around his brother’s shoulder and waited patiently until he stood back up, ready to walk again.

When they turned around the next corner the tunnel lit up- they were close now. Tubbo’s feet sped up like he was on autopilot and he had to force himself from running through the rest of the tangled pathways.

It wasn’t long before a familiar booming voice echoed through the last tunnel.

“Tubbo?”

Immediately a gasp escaped Wilbur. Tubbo turned to his brother who looked like he was about to pass out- his whole body stood deathly still and his eyes looked like they were a second away from rolling to the back of his head.

“What...” Wilbur heaved.

Tommy motioned for Tubbo to go on and sighed, “I’ll stay with him until he’s ready.”

Tubbo nodded and walked the rest of the way into the large cavern where Ranboo was curled up next to Michael. Meanwhile Tommy’s cow Henry slept peacefully against the stone wall of the den.

“Hey Boo,” Tubbo grinned.

As soon as the red and green eyes met his own they beamed with excitement. Behind Ranboo his giant tail thumped up and down happily.

“Wheres Tommy?” Ranboo asked.

Tubbo walked up to his friend and leaned against his giant arm. His body sunk into the soft fur and he could already feel the feint vibrations of a purr.

Tubbo took a deep breath and rubbed his hand into the giant’s fur, “He’s uh...well we have a guest?”

Ranboo tilted his head at the human before a loud gasp came from the other side of the den. Standing next to Tommy in the entrance to the cavern was Wilbur, and he looked horrified.

“You...it-“ Wilbur froze, “Oh my god.”

Wilbur’s shifted away, but before he could run Tommy grabbed his arm and yanked him forward.

“Fuck! Let me go,” Wilbur yelled, “Let me go please!”

Tommy shushed his brother while Ranboo stared wide-eyed at the man. His ears pushed flat against his head and Tubbo could tell by the way Ranboo’s fingers moved to wrap around him that he was anxious.

“Wil, he’s not gonna hurt you,” Tubbo said softly. To prove his point he rested his arm against one of Ranboo’s massive fingers- it didn’t seem to comfort Wilbur much though if his heavy breathing was anything to go off of.

“Wilbur breathe,” Tommy hummed, “It’s safe I promise. I don’t even like him, but you’re safe.”

“Yeah we’re not gonna let you get hurt big man,” Tubbo reassured.

Above them all Ranboo made a show of putting his hands behind his back before sitting back down.

“See not scary,” Tubbo smiled.

However, Wilbur still looked like he was going to cry. His eyes blinked frantically to clear away the oncoming tears while Tommy tried to calm him down to no avail.

Wilbur gulped down a deep breath, “How are you...”

Tubbo opened his mouth to continue before Ranboo’s voice echoed through the den again.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” Ranboo whispered, “You can leave if you want.”

Wilbur’s head snapped upwards as he cowered away from the giant again.

“Look...I’ve been seeing Tubbo and Tommy for months now,” Ranboo said slowly, “If I meant to hurt them I already would have done it...And you’re their family, so why would I hurt you?”

Wilbur tightened his grip on Tommy’s arm, “You’re a monster...”

A soft hum came from Ranboo as the giant shifted to lay down on his stomach- his face now eye level with Wilbur.

“I know,” Ranboo agreed, “...But Im not going to hurt you. I would never.”

Meanwhile Tubbo walked over to Ranboo’s face and leaned against his cheek. With one finger Ranboo moved Tubbo to his nose and gently pushed against the human. Wilbur’s mouth hung open as he watched.

“Tubbo...” Wilbur exhaled.

Tubbo smiled at Wilbur and motioned for him to come closer. With a gentle nudge from Tommy, Wilbur reluctantly took a couple of steps until he was only a few feet from Ranboo’s face. His posture was rigid like a frightened animal ready to flee, but it was progress.

When nothing happened Wilbur took a couple more steps until he was face to face with giant. Ranboo’s massive eyes blinked once at the human before closing.

“How is this possible?” Wilbur whispered.

Tubbo shrugged and grabbed onto Wilbur’s wrist with a questioning look. When there was no resistance from Wilbur, Tubbo slowly placed his hand against Ranboo’s fur. Wilbur tensed up at the feeling but allowed Tubbo to guide his fingers through the thick strands.

“He’s different big man,” Tommy hummed from beside the two, “Not like the one you saw before.”

“Yeah, and he saved me yaknow?” Tubbo smiled.

Wilbur yanked his hand away when a slow vibration resonated from Ranboo’s body. Tubbo chuckled and guided Wilbur’s hand back down.

“He’s just purring dude,” Tubbo reassured, “It’s safe.”

Wilbur furrowed his eyebrows at the the giant with a small frown.

“See he’s just like a big dumb cat,” Tommy laughed.

One of Ranboo’s eyes popped open and glared at Tommy. Slowly, as to not startle Wilbur, Ranboo’s hand gently shoved Tommy to the side; Tommy huffed out some curses but didn’t seem too upset.

And for the first time that night Tubbo heard Wilbur laugh. It was soft and still a bit shaken, but it was a laugh nonetheless. Ranboo seemed to notice too and slowly opened his eyes to look back down at Wilbur.

Slowly, Ranboo pressed his face against Wil’s hand and whispered, “It’s okay”

Wilbur let out a small broken laugh, “This is...this is so fucked up.”

“Tell me about it,” Tommy scoffed.

Wilbur watched in complete awe as the giant reached out a hand to him. The clawed fingers were only an arms-length away but the creature made no move to grab at him.

Within seconds Tubbo had crawled up onto the outstretched palm and Tommy reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled up too. Wilbur’s face fell at the sight.

“I won’t move I promise,” Ranboo whispered, “And you don’t have to.”

Wilbur took a deep breath and slowly reached out his hand to the giant’s. His skin met Ranboo’s for a brief moment before he pulled away again. He couldn’t bring himself to be that close to that...that monster.

“I...I would like to go home,” Wilbur muttered, “Please.”

Ranboo smiled sadly at the older human and gently placed Tubbo and Tommy back onto the ground. Tommy looked like he was about to argue with Wil before Tubbo stepped in.

“We can go home Wil just...you can’t tell anyone about him,” Tubbo said sternly.

Wilbur met Tubbo’s hard gaze and let his eyes momentarily shift up to the giant’s. The red and green gaze was frightening, but it also held a deep sense of kindness.

After a few moments he let out a small hum of agreement and waved an anxious goodbye to the giant.

“I’m Ranboo,” the giant called out, “By the way.”

Wilbur paused beside his brothers and thought for a moment before turning on his heel. His eyes held a sense of determination as he walked back to the giant. With a deep breath he moved his hand to the giant’s own and pressed into the fur.

“I’m Wilbur,” he said after a few seconds of silence.

Ranboo grinned and gave him a small hum before Wilbur ran off back to the other humans. The giant watched as the three left- his tail wagged beside him happily. He was a little upset Tubbo wouldn’t be staying, but the meeting with Wilbur wasn’t that bad.

Ranboo knew it was hard for people to get used to him but he hoped eventually Wilbur would come around too.