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Warm snake
Here's part 2đâď¸ (part one is here)
It's a little long but i hope you enjoy.
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
Tags: Awkwardness, but also not?, Ghost not having a single amount of shame in him, fluff, build-up to smut, tension, desperation, reader has hair long enough to cover her neck, fingering, grinding, check in's, praise, all the good stuff. Jumping a bit in POV, i hope its not too confusing. Also Ghost likes his mask a lot. Switching? Desperate Ghost, handjob. This is gonna be a little long. Whoops. It's a tall bunkbed btw.
Warnings: Sexual content, fingering, handjob, petnames, praise. (plz tell me if i missed any)
MDNI 18+
Word count: 6,4k
Bright light shone over your face. The faint heat of the morning rays dancing on your skin. It was still early, but the warm light slowly woke you up. Wrapped in Ghosts arms, under the thick wool, you were absolutely toasty. The cold air from outside nipped at the tip of your nose, but heat streamed out from underneath the blanket, creating the perfect balance in temperature.
It had been a long, long time since you had felt this comfortable and cosy. Based on his calm breathing, you thought Ghost was still in deep sleep, while you basked in the feeling of his arms around you. In your sleep, you had turned your back towards him, his large, muscular chest warming you back. He had his arms wrapped around you, keeping you close to him.
It's not like you had dreamt of this ever happening at all. But the thought of being wrapped in Ghosts arms had slid across your mind before. You knew he was attractive, you do have eyes; although you had never seen his face. And yes, you may have fantasized about him once or twice, what he was able to do to you with his strong body. But you always kept it at that; fantasies. Because you were co-workers. And you were professional. And he most definitely, did not have the same thoughts about you.
Ghost was terrifying in his very own way. If you had ever met him out in public, you would have never expected him to lay eyes on you. Let alone acknowledge you, like he had done in the past few weeks.
You probably would never have talked to him anyway, to deep in awe of his god-like body. Afraid to make a fool of yourself, by stumbling over your words with cheeks redder than the blood coursing through your arteries.
But here you were, cheeks not as red at you had feared. Truly comfortable in his embrace.
Your closed eyes sensed the sunrays shining over your face, warning you not to open your lids, as the bright light became brighter and brighter.
You felt Ghosts hot breath in your hair, his face buried into the back of your head. You felt his steady breathing as his chest expanded and deflated on your back. You felt his strong meaty arms around you, one under your head, wrapping across your chest to hold your shoulder; the other around your middle, keeping you flush against him. You felt his fingers twitch every now and then, muscles spasming in his sleep. And you felt his thighs against the backside of yours. He had truly melted into you, perfectly sculpted to your form.
All you could think, was that this was nice, very nice.
You did not dare to think of what would happen when he woke. What would happen when his heat and strong body retracted from yours, as you would have to get on with the day. Would you ever end in a situation, where you could be this close to him again?
You willed the thoughts away and instead focused on the feeling of him against you. You tried to enjoy how ever much time was left, before he would stir awake and you would brake apart.
As you focused on the feeling of Ghosts warm body pressed against you, you felt him slowly growing, pressing into the lower part of your back.
Completely stunned, you questioned if what you felt, was actually what you felt. And it was.
After a few seconds, where you willed every sensory nerve in you skin to pick up any external movement in you lower back. You confirmed, that Ghost had indeed grown hard as a rock. And he was very much stabbing into the muscles of your back.
Once the realisation hit you, your body froze. Every muscle, that was relaxed and calm before, went rigid and tense. Ghost stirred gently behind you. Still asleep, he slowly ground his hips against yours and his arm around your shoulder held you tighter.
Its not like you hadn't felt a cock against you before, but this was different. This was Ghosts cock grinding against you. And you had no idea, how to handle the situation.
Should you wake him up? Feign ignorance and get out of bed? Should you take the opportunity and grind your own hips into his very hard cock? Indulge in the fantasies that has swirled around in your head?
The soft, platonic bubble that had grown around you both during the night, had burst. This was no longer just friendly. Or was it?
Your mind had a will of its own, and the endless possibilities of what you could do kept swirling around in your head. What brought you back into reality, made you swiftly decide, what to do next.
Ghosts breathing became harder, more forced and laced with soundless groans. His grip on your skin became harder, fingers digging into your soft skin.
You put all thoughts of professionalism away, tucked them into a small box inside your mind, and cautiously arched your back, pressing your arse onto his hips. Just to see what would happen.
A low groan sounded from the back of Ghosts throat, the vibrations made their way into the bones of your neck. His arms wound tighter around you, fingers settling into your soft skin. You held back a shiver and a frightening thought crept into your skull, deflating the confidence you had just gained.
What if he didn't mean to do this? What if it had been an accident?
You stilled you movements, frightened that this might be a mistake. The box of professionalism had opened again. Because what if Ghost only became hard, because you were just a warm body pressed against his? You were friends with Ghost, but nothing more than that. At least he had never hinted at wanting more, and you had not entertained the idea, becauseâŚ.professionalism. Not to mention the few fantasies you had had.. You were co-workers, had the same rank, led each your teams parallel to one another, and worked together perfectly. You did not want to fill the comfortable air between you with awkwardness, just because he grew a bonerâŚand you had acted on it.
You were stuck in your head, and your body only grew more and more stiff, afraid of doing anything. You simply couldn't make up your mind. You wanted him, but it was wrong, in a way.
So you waited for him to show you where this would go. How comfortable he was with this, and with you.
What you didn't know was, that Ghost was now very much awake, and very much aware of the situation at hand.
Although he, had no idea, that you were awake as well.
Ghost enjoyed the warmth and comfort of your body, just as much as you did his, and maybe just a bit more than that. His morning wood was spurred on by your soft body against his and a sweet, sweet dream involving you under him.
He was woken up as the dream ended abruptly, your beautiful, pleasure-contorted face vaporised before his eyes, as he felt you press your hips into his. It was a small movement, but he noticed. He smiled into your hair and his breathing became harder. Lust and happiness coursed through his arteries at the thought of you wanting him, even though you were still fast asleep.
His cock twitched uncomfortably. It had grown at an awkward angle, restricted by his tight pants and the soft muscle of your arse. He did not want to adjust it, afraid of waking you up with the movement. Your soft body went rigid against his.
Slightly worried, Ghost could only think you were either cold or having one of those nightmares that wake you up early in the morning. Like he did some mornings, drenched in sweat, heartbeat racing at the non-existing threat.
Either way, he held you closer. His squeeze made your breath hitch, which did not go unnoticed by Ghost. Weird, was all he thought. Slowly he began to question if you were still asleep, and there was in his mind only one way to find out in this moment.
Ghosts hips rolled carefully into yours again, while his arms held you close to his chest. You could feel the outline of his large cock on your back, and just the thought of how large he was made you shiver and sigh deeply. His sharp inhale revealed to you that he was no longer asleep. That thought made a dangerous tingle erupt from you core and spread throughout your body. Maybe this was not an accident, like you had feared.
He felt you shiver, the tenseness slowly left your body and he felt you lean into him. Now he knew that you were awake. His confidence from last night fuelled him as he lowly whispered into the cold room:" Viper?"
Your body tensed a little again and he heard your meek voice from beneath the blanket, "Ghost?".
A content smirk settled on his lips as he continued whispering: "are you still cold?"
He felt you breathe out a huff and shake you head lightly. "No, not anymore, thank you."
"Alright." A beat of silence fell between you, and his cock twitched involuntarily. His confidence and testosterone filled blood made him sound cocky. "Did you sleep well?"
You couldn't contain your smile at the cockiness laced in his voice, and you decided to poke the bear.
"I did.. Until you began poking me." You felt his chest deflate and fill with a shaky breath, " 's not really something I can control." You only hummed in response. His voice sounded again, this time more steady, but still a just above a whisper.
"'m sorry it disturbed you. I have to admit though, I quite like poking you like this" Your eyes grew wide at his blunt comment, which was followed by a twitch of his cock. No thoughts formed in your head, all confidence seeped out of you, and no answer left your throat. The only words in your head were, that he did want you, and this was not an accident.
"Do you like me poking you like this?" His nose buried itself deeper into your hair, and you could feel him nuzzle your neck. He was making sure you liked this just as much as he did. Checking in with you before stepping further into this sweet desire growing between you.
All you could do was nod, no words formed in your throat.
"Need to hear you, Viper." His voice sounded gravelly, and his strong fingers dug deeper into the plush of your shoulder and waist.
"I like it, yeah" Your words came out breathy, as you felt wetness seep into the cotton fabric covering your core.
Ghost hummed behind you, and his hips ground into yours with a little more force. His fingers left your waist and trailed down to snake around the bone of your hip. He pulled you impossibly closer and you felt his breath tickle your ear.
"Viper, I want you." A shaky breath left you lips, as you tried to form a response. Ghost continued before you could string the words together.
"I've wanted you since I first talked to you. Didn't wanna seem like a creep, but you drive me insane." His words made your thighs clench together. Your breath quickened and a soft whisper left you lips.
"You're not a creep." You rambled on, "never thought you were. If anything, I thought you only saw me as a colleague. Someone you tolerated."
You felt Ghosts fabric clad lips on your neck, his fingers skimming over your clothes, massaging the soft flesh of your hips. His fingers pulled the fabric of your shirt and pants away, leaving a sliver of your warm skin bare for his fingers to touch. The connection of skin against skin made his cock throb once again. It speared harder and harder into your back.
A low groan escaped his lips, and you sensed the smile tugging at his lips.
"Tolerated? Viper, you should see how sour my mood is, when you're not around." A smile grew on your lips, as he continued.
"By now, I think, Soap has caught on my crush on you. He keeps snickering, whenever he sees you around me."
You couldn't keep yourself from smiling broadly now, and your hands latched on to his arm, crossing over your shoulders. You squeezed the taught muscles, pushed your hips back, and whispered out into the room, "you've got a crush on me?"
Ghost settled his statement with another jerk of his hips, "..The biggest"
Meanwhile the fingers on your skin had crawled closer and closer to your core, the fabric around your hips becoming tighter and tighter at the intrusion. You heard Ghosts deep breaths in your ear. His fingers were centimetres from where you wanted him most. Your eyes closed in satisfaction. The feeling of his rough hands on your soft skin making your insides tingle and your mind fuzzy. But his movement halted. He was so, so close.
"Can I touch you?" His gravelly voice made its way through the fuzz, and you nodded frantically.
"Words Viper." You let out a deep breath, followed by a needy "please."
His fingers pressed into your skin, but not moving any closer to where you needed him.
"Please what?" Now you moaned a low, dragged out ' fuck', in frustration, you hips rotating, searching for any form of friction, but Ghost held you tight, restricting you from receiving any.
"I need you to answer. If you don't want this, I'll stop. But I need you to say it out loud." You felt the bond of trust between you growing. You felt his care. His need to know, what you wanted, so he wouldn't overstep any boundaries. You melted further into him, relaxed in his arms as your veins filled with a comfortable, lustful, warmth.
"Please touch me. I want you. Please." The words spilled from your mouth, a breathy whisper, full of need. Your eyes still shut, your senses working on overdrive. His warm body was all over you, burning with need, branding you with every squeeze, throb and touch. His musky, manly scent filled your nostrils, settled in your lungs, filled you up. His ragged breath in your ears, breathy moans and groans lulling you into a sweet, sweet place of desire and lust for him.
He was everywhere, so your eyes stayed shut.
His fingers slid into your underwear and in between your thighs, dipping into the wetness pooling there. A moan escaped your lips at the feeling of his strong fingers sliding through your wetness. Back and forth, back and forth.
"Christ, you're so wet. Is that all for me?" His voice sounded, now much deeper, next to your ear, sending another shiver through your body. You managed to let out a quiet hum of agreement, before he slipped a thick finger into you. Your breath caught in your throat as he began thrusting in and out of your soaked core. Moving on their own, your hips searched for more friction.
He slid another finger in, filling you up, hitting that sweet, spongy spot inside of you; but you needed more. Needed more friction, your clit aching for attention.
Ghost knew by the waves of your hips, that you needed more, but he wanted you to unravel in his hands. Wanted you to feel the saccharine and hot pleasure once he finally touched your clit properly. He kept fingering you at an agonizingly slow pace, dragging his fingers in and out while massaging your walls from the inside.
His breath grew faster, laced with moans and groans at the feeling of your juices coating his hand. You joined him with your own moans, your grip tightening on his arm, nails burrowing into his rough and scarred skin.
"Fuck, Viper. You're dripping all over me." Ghost withdrew his fingers from your heat, moving his hand to cup your mound instead. You whined at the loss, turning your head to find his eyes with your own, desperate for more.
"I know, I know. Take off your pants for me. Give me more room to work in." Quickly, your hands unbuttoned and zipped them down, pushing the fabric down your thighs. Your body curled into a ball, as you pulled your pants and underwear down and off your ankles, flinging them off to land on the floor.
Meanwhile Ghost had pulled himself away and up and into a crouched, seated position against the wall at the head of the bed. His tall frame nearly bumping his head into the bunk above you. You sat up, pulling the blanket over your naked skin, looking flustered at his dark eyes.
"Come 'ere, sit between my legs." Swiftly you turned your back to him, and scooted to sit in between his strong thighs, keeping the blanket over you as to keep warm in the cool air.
Ghosts arms wrapped around you once again, one around your waist, holding you close to his chest; the other cupped your sex. You melted into his touch, your back against his chest. His hard cock against your back, again.
His fingers returned to your weeping cunt, easily sliding in and out in a lazy rhythm. The hand around your waist loosened to gently pull your hair to rest on the right side of your neck, baring the skin so his masked lips could return to your soft skin.
You felt his nose nuzzle into the backside of your ear, as he whispered lowly, "This is much better. Now, I want you to sit still for me. Can you do that?"
Your quick nod was followed by his free hand settling on your thigh, spreading your legs wider apart.
"Good girl, Viper. I'm just gonna touch you rightâŚhere." His last word was accompanied by his fingers leaving your thigh to press down on your clit. Your own fingers dug into Ghosts muscular thighs, hands finding solace on the soft skin.
A breathy moan quickly spilled from your lips, followed by another, and another. You couldn't hold back, as both his hands worked so delicately in unison. The slow, lazy strokes of his thick fingers, combined with the wet swirls around your clit, made you slowly fall apart in his grasp.
Even though he had told you to sit still, you couldn't stop your hips from moving. Whether is was away from his touch in overstimulation, or towards it, begging for more, your couldn't decide.
It was too much, and not enough at the same time. You were caught in the pleasure. Your moans filled the small, cool room, as Ghosts groans filled your ears.
It seemed like he didn't mind you moving all too much, your hips motions giving him the continuous friction he had been denying himself all morning.
His voice sounded much more strained now. "Bloody hell, does that feel good to you?"
Your own voice dripped with lust, "Yes. Fuck yes Ghost. Can you go a little faster though?" He only chuckled at that. "Where do you want me to go faster?" You managed to answer him with a moany "my clit."
You were amazed at his skilled hands. The coordination of his fast circles around your clit and the still slow and languid thrusting of his fingers inside you was immaculate. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before.
The familiar pressure began to build inside your abdomen. Your muscles spasming around Ghosts fingers, while you leaned your head back on his shoulder. Your eyes found his, and his concentrated gaze softened. Crinkles appeared around his eyes, hinting at the smile forming under his mask.
"You're so beautiful, Viper. So strong and clever. God, you're everything I could ever dream of."
You moaned his callsign, and your hand came up to cup his cheek. Your eyes fluttered down to where his lips hid behind the mask, and back up to his dark eyes.
"I wanna kiss you. Can I kiss you?" Your pleading voice filled the air between you. His hands halted for a second, before they resumed the beautiful rhythm keeping you close to your peak.
You sensed the hesitation in him, before he could answer you. You knew he hid his face for a reason. What that was however, no one knew. You had heard Soap joke about it before, asking if he was ugly or something. But in your field of work, you could understand if he wanted to hide away behind a mask. Keep his civil persona far away from the gruesome things you witnessed on a daily basis. Some days you wanted to hide away as well. You sort of did, only you hid behind your callsign.
"It's alright, if you don't want to. The mask and all. It's alright Ghost." Your fingers moved from his cheek to wrap around his fabric covered neck, gently squeezing the taught muscles holding up his head.
He nodded at your words and looked longingly into your eyes. "I wanna kiss you too..just..not yet. 'm not ready to take it off."
You understood and nodded back at him, both your hands squeezing his skin to let him know it was alright. The soft moment between you passed as he opened his mouth again.
"Fuck, you're stunnin'. Looking at me like tha'. Your sweet cunt full of my fingers. Dripping all over me." Your eyes rolled back into your skull, and you felt his covered lips press into your temple. He kissed you trough the mask, his lips curling up into a smile, before he pulled away to look at you again.
"You like it, when i talk to you tha' way? Don't you my sweet girl?"
Your head laid on his shoulder, your breath fast and hips still moving unsteadily toward and away from his hands in a stuttering motion. Your fingers tensed as you moaned "I do."
The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter, as Ghosts fingers worked their steady paces on your drenched sex; the soft fabric and pressing lips returned to your cheek and settled down at the pulse point on your neck, just below your ear.
The combination of it all brought you to your peak. Blinding white light danced in the inside of your eyelids as they clamped shut. Your walls fluttered around his fingers and your clit throbbed furiously under the pads of his fingers. Legs tensing and fingernails burrowing in his skin, leaving angry, red, moon crescent shapes on his skin. Ghost filled your ears with his deep voice, talking you through the blinding feeling his fingers gave you.
"That's it. Come on my fingers."
"Oh, you're such a good girl."
"That's it my girl, squeezing me so good."
"You're taking my fingers so well."
"Fuck, you're squeezing me tight."
He slowed his pace gradually, helping you come down from your high. His rough and strained voice, turned into a soft, soothing whisper of encouragements.
"You did so well."
"Oh, look at the mess you made."
"Fucking delicious."
"All these juices, just for me."
He only removed his hands from your core once you had stopped trembling, the flow of your orgasm ebbing out. It left you blissed out and limp leaning against his broad chest.
Ghost slid his hands away from your soaked cunt and held them up before both of your faces, showing you, just how much of a mess you made.
Your cheeks flushed, and you brought your shaking hands up to cover your face in embarrassment. Not that it was really embarrassing, it was just very explicit. Again, not what you were used to.
Ghost tsk'ed behind you and nudged your head with his shoulder.
"Nah. Look at my hands. Look at the beautiful mess you made. Soakin' my fingers, make 'em look like little raisins."
You peeked out between your fingers, not able to contain a giggle at his 'raisin-fingers' glistening in the warm rays of the morning sun. You shook your head at his comment, loving the weird way his brain was wired together.
You took in the sight. It was hot, to see just how wet he had made you. Your previous embarrassment dissipating with every breath that left your lungs.
Ghost watched you, watching his hands. His heart swelled at your curious gaze, eyes studying your features.
Your head moved to face his. His soft eyes were already on you, and the blush grew hot on your cheeks. Ghost leaned his face down to yours, bumping his forehead against yours. His hands settled in your lap, holding up the sticky parts, as to not smear it onto you.
You felt the warmth of his breath fan over your chest, his face so, so close to yours; and yet still so far away, hidden behind the mask. He nudged your nose with his own, slightly crooked one, and leaned in. He pressed his lips, and the soft fabric covering them into yours, giving you a gentle kiss.
As he pulled back and rested his forehead against yours, his raspy voice made your breath hitch and a wicked smile grow on your lips.
"D'you wanna lick my hands clean for me?" You held his gaze and opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue to welcome his fingers.
'fuck', the word slipped from his lips in a whisper. The sight of your lips wrapped around his fingers made him think vulgar things about what else your lips could wrap around.
You could taste yourself on his fingers, and it turned you on. They gently slid in and out of your mouth, until you had sucked off all the wetness, leaving his fingers damp and moist with your saliva.
Once clean, he settled his hands on your hips, fingers holding you close, pulling you into his hardness absentmindedly.
Your own hands returned to his thighs, massaging the taught muscles while you kept staring at the small portion of his face visible to you.
You felt him throb against you, his cock painfully hard and pulsing against your back.
To aid his need, you began grinding your hips into his. The wave-like motion of your hips pulling groans from his throat.
"Can I touch you?" The roles had been reversed, as you whispered your question. Ghosts eyes closed for a moment before he nodded quickly, the agonising throb of his cock restricting words from leaving his mouth.
In the afterglow of your orgasm you filled with confidence. The sight of Ghost so desperate for your touch determined you to get him to come as well. Make him feel just as good, as he had made you feel.
Your eyes grew dark, and the wicked smile returned to your lips. Your mind full of visions of what you could do to him now.
Slowly you sat up, removing your body from his to turn around to face him. You though you heard him whimper at the loss, but the sound was to quiet, it could as well have been the bed squeaking.
You settled in his lap, straddling him and pulling the blanket around your hips. His hands found their way back to your hips, trying to pull you closer, but you strained against them, leaving sufficient space between your bodies.
You snaked you fingers around his neck, holding his face to focus on your flushed one.
"Words, Ghost." He drew in a deep breath, eyes trained on yours and you felt his jaw clench. The mischief in your eyes made them glint in the morning light, and Ghost had never seen anything more beautiful. His breath stuttered at your request. The way you had reversed the roles woke something deep and desperate in him.
"Touch me." His eyes stayed on yours and his fingers dug into the soft flesh around your hips. At his response your hands slid from his neck, over his broad chest, thumbs pressing into his covered nipples on their way down. Ghosts breath shuttered at the stimulation, eyelids fluttering, abs tensing, while his hips jerked forward.
"Fuck Viper, please." His desperate plea was whispered into the hot air between you.
You lifted your gaze from your hands to his eyes. His lids were half closed, heavy with desire. You stared into his eyes while your hand moved lower, skimming your nails over his abs, to snake you fingers into the waistband of his pants.
His breath hitched as you opened the button and zipped down his pants. You tugged at the fabric, tapping his hips.
"Pull these down for me." He obeyed in an instant, his hips lifted slightly, with you still on top of him; and he shimmied them and his boxers down and over the curve of his ass. His cock sprung free and slapped up against the fabric of his shirt. Your eyes drifted down to it for a moment.
The tip was an angry shade of red and beads of clear pre-cum dribbled out of his slit. He was so large, thick and long, with a slight curve to it.
He was perfect.
You pulled your eyes from his cock and rose to your knees, crouched under the bunkbed and helped him push the fabric down and over his knees.
You settled back onto his thighs, your hands returning to his hips and sliding down to wrap around the muscles connecting his legs to his hips. Your grip was tense on the very upper part of his thighs.
Your hand were so close to where he needed you, and the touch sent a groan through his throat.
His eyebrows drew together in a pleading way, his voice rough "Plea..ah"
Before he could finish, you wrapped you hands around his cock. The muscle so large you needed both your hands to cover the whole length. Slowly your hands slid up and down his length, the movement made his brows relax, lids close and head fall back against the wall.
The rock hard, velvety muscle in your hands twitched vigorously. He was already close. No wonder. You thought. He had been hard for a long time now, only feeling the teasing movements of your hips.
His breaths came faster, almost panting at your slow movements. You mimicked his slow pace from earlier, slowly driving him towards insanity with your sliding motions. The pre-cum had begun to trail down the length of his cock, it wouldn't be long before it soaked your hands, making your movements more slick and fluid.
An idea appeared in your head, and your removed one of your hands from his cock, to cup his cheek instead. The other kept sliding up and down, up and down. The sudden touch to his face brought him back, eyes finding yours to look at you with a dazed expression.
"Can I kiss your neck?" Ghost hesitated for a moment, but then nodded feverishly. "Please, fuck yes."
He leaned his head back and let your fingers pull out the balaclava from under his shirt. Carefully you lifted it to expose the skin of his neck. Ghost released his grip on your hips to help you settle the fabric around his jawline, then his hands returned to grip your hips forcefully.
Not wasting another second, you latched your lips onto the soft skin. You sucked and nipped at his neck, leaving a trail of love bites behind.
Your hands switched to massage his balls and rub at his tip in a twisty motion. He was putty in your hands, slowly melting into the poor mattress underneath you. His grip around you faltered and his breaths turned into moans.
As you sucked hickeys into his skin, you whispered lowly, "Does this feel good?" He hummed in agreement, not able to find the words to describe the ecstasy he was feeling at your touch.
You remembered the praises he had showered you with before you came, and though maybe he likes that too? Who doesn't like being praised a little?
After sucking a particularly large bruise into his neck, you leaned up to ghost your lips close to his covered ear and whispered similar phrases at him. The sound of your voice filled him with a deep warmth.
"You look incredible like this."
"So large and strong, now you're melting at my touch."
"Oh, you're leaking everywhere."
"You're doing so well for me."
"Can't wait to see you come all over my hands Ghost."
The last sentence almost broke him. He was a sweaty, moaning mess. His hands now desperately gripping at your waist, hips rolling in waves at the motion of your hands and his head still leaned into the wall behind him. His pre-cum had soiled your hands, eliciting a sick squelching sound, every time you twisted your hand around his tip. You had a strong feeling, that he liked your whispers.
You heard him say something underneath the mask. Initially you were afraid you had done something wrong, touched somewhere or said something he did not like, and you asked him to repeat himself, your movements faltering slightly but still moving, as you leaned back to watch his eyes.
"Say my name, please" He opened his eyes, brows drawn together in pleasure, moans still spilling from his throat.
"Your name?" You asked him to confirm, that he wanted to hear it. Ghost nodded, a small please, slipped from his lips.
His eyes watched yours intently as you leaned in to suck at his neck again, before they rolled back into his skull. You nipped and licked at his neck, while your hands sped up to match the pace they had previously had.
His name rolled off your lips in a low sultry tone, followed by more praises.
"Oh Simon"
His hips stuttered under your thighs.
"You're so hot, when you're a mess for me like this."
His breath hitched and he held his breath momentarily. You pulled back to watch him unravel beneath you.
"Do you like when I touch you like this? My hands can barely wrap around your thick cock."
He moaned loudly, fingers clamping down around your waist. Eyes looking down between you, where your hands worked on his weeping, leaking cock.
"Fuck Simon, please come for me."
His thighs trembled, abs tensing, and cock throbbing in your grip. With a loud groan his seed spilled all over your hands. At first it was just a steady flow, gliding down over your fingers. As he heard your gasps, and noticed the wetness that hadbuild up and seeped from your core, dripping down on the mattress and his thighs beneath you, the white fluid spurted out, landing on his shirt in thick ropes.
Every spurt was followed by a breathy fuck sounding behind the mask. As the flow ebbed out, you slowed your motions, finally resting your hands on top of his abdomen.
His neck was flushed red, breaths still fast and hands falling limply onto your thighs.
You couldn't contain your smile as you watched him come back to reality, his lids fluttering open and eyes focussing on you again.
He let out a deep breath, "Fucking hell, Viper."
You chuckled, smile growing on your lips.
"Was that good?" You looked at him expectantly, and he nodded in satisfaction.
"You were perfect, always have been."
You sat in silence for a moment, basking in his afterglow. Happy smiles plastered on both your faces.
You were pulled from the silence by a sudden static voice, coming from the side of the bed.
"Ghost, come in. This is Price, over."
In slight panic you scrambled to let him reach for his radio. Your hands still drenched with his cum.
Ghost cleared his throat before answering, "This is Ghost, go ahead."
He looked back at you anticipating Prices message.
"The plan has changed. Get ready for pick up. Truck's there in 5 minutes. Over"
You hurried to get up and on your feet, while Ghost sent back a hurried "Roger that."
His large frame stumbled out after you, frantically pulling off his shirt and throwing it in your hands.
"Wipe your hands with that." You quickly did so, threw the shirt back at him and moved to pull on your pants and reached for your gear.
Ghost had already pulled his pants up, put on his jacket, and was throwing on his tactical gear as he grabbed the cum-stained shirt you had bunched up. While you clipped and zipped the last pieces of your uniform and gear together, you saw Ghost push the shirt into one of his large pockets.
Within minutes you looked presentable, uniforms spotless, gear correctly placed, earpieces nestled in your ears, and weapons securely placed on your body. You had put away the blankets, leaving the place like you had found it. You worked together without saying a word, almost able to hear the others thoughts.
Now you stood by the door, listening for any sound of a vehicle, ready to leave.
It always surprised you, how quickly you could slip into your role as a soldier. And right now, you saw it as a blessing.
While listening, Ghost nudged your shoulder with his large bicep. He was looking down at you, eyes trained on your concentrated features.
"Hey, look at me for a sec." You tilted your face to look at him. Ghost leaned down, brushing his forehead against yours and nudged your nose with his.
"Can't wait till we get home. I'm not done with you just yet."
You blushed slightly and nudged him back.
"Is that so, Ghost?" You questioned. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his side.
"Call me Simon, when it's just us love. And yeah, I'm never letting go of you." You beamed a smile up at him, as he pressed his covered lips onto yours.
In a heartbeat you pulled apart, the sound of tires alerting you. You both stood at attention as your radios sounded in each your earpieces.
"This is Price. Taxi's here"
#simon riley imagine#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#cod#simon riley#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#soap#captain price
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The Unseelie Court (8/16)
âSo hereâs what Iâm thinking,â Mulder said, double parked in front of Scullyâs building with the flashers thrown on. âWe try to get in with Skinner, maybe. See what he does and doesnât remember. But first Iâm going to have Danny pull up phone records. Prove that the Sheriff called me yesterday morning, and that I called Skinner. Then we plead our case and explain that this is absolutely an X-File. If weâre lucky, weâre back in Adrian County by this time tomorrow.â
Scully roved her eyes over Mulderâs earnest expression, lingering on his eyes, almond-shaped and dusky in the dashboard light. The cap of his hair was only inches from the felt of the carâs ceiling. Sometimes she forgot how tall he was.Â
âI agree that itâs an X-File, Mulder,â she said. âBut what would we even do if we got back to Adrian County? How do you intend to explain all of this to Skinner? To the Sheriff? We donât have a suspect. We barely have a crime. What are we going to do, get down there and ask them to put out an APB on redcaps and a powrie?âÂ
âFor one thing, I donât think the fae weâre dealing with here are nymphs and sprites. I think theyâre people-shaped.â
Scully sighed. âIâm not sure thatâll sound any better to Skinner. Even assuming we can prove to him all the things that have happened, that willâif youâll pardon the expressionâsound completely insane.â
A car on the corner turned and headlights panned across Mulderâs face, tracing a shadow of his jaw. He was beautiful. And tragic. And she loved him in a way that shook her to her marrow.Â
âAt this point, I donât really think he expects anything less,â he said with no small amount of diffidence.Â
âI just donât want you getting hurt,â she said. She wasnât even sure what kind of hurt she meant; humiliation, rejection, or god forbid, something worse. She would do, she had to admit to herself, a ridiculous number of things to help him avoid that. âMulder, I know I can beâŚthe way I am.â She struggled to put words to the raw emotion he conjured in her, both good and bad. âBut I would do almost anything to protect you,â she admitted in a rush.Â
Her pulse picked up a little while the hazard lights ticked a steady rhythm.Â
âFeels like a root beer moment,â Mulder said, giving her a half-hopeful, half-sad smile.Â
An understatement, she thought, picturing a younger them sitting in the dark in front of Toomsâ apartment. God, would they ever figure out how to get out of their own way?
âI meant what I said then,â she said seriously. âAnd I mean it now.â
For him she wielded a scalpel and sliced herself deep. For him she bled. Would bleed. He made her desperate, and in her desperation she had stood up to bosses, to brothers, to Congress. He made her weak, but her weakness made her strong. Love by any other name was his.Â
âScullyââ he started, but she whipped off her seatbelt and was half across the console, his cheek in her hand, her lips pressing desperately into his. He melted into her touch, his own hands tangling in her hair, straining against the seatbelt he was wearing to get closer to her. She kissed him soundly. She kissed him hard. She kissed him until the roar of blood in her ears was louder than the voices of fear and apprehension in her head.
When she pulled back, he looked dazed, spellbound, his lower lip glistening with the ichorous slip of her kiss.Â
âIâll see you in the office,â she said, and she was out of the car and into the cool damp of the night before he could muster a response.
***
Mulder thrashed to awakening, his sheets wrapped around his lower legs, pulling him, pinning him down. He drew in a gasping breath, trying to make sense of being in his own room, in his own bed. His dream had been terrible and dark, the only thing he could remember about it was that Scully had been taken away from him, and heâd been held down by a searing hot pain pressing into his chest. He brought his hand to the skin there, and it was hot to the touch.Â
He leaned over and switched on his bedside lamp, blinking against the sudden light for a peek at his alarm clock. 3:33am.Â
Far too early to head into the office, even for him. He knew he wasnât going to be able to get back to sleep, though he was tired. He flopped back down onto the bed and reached for the pillow on the other side, hugging it to himself and huffing the scent of Scullyâs hair that still lingered on the pillowcase.Â
If he was going to be awake, he may as well put the time to use. Mentally, he put each piece of evidence, occurrence and person onto an inner-mind index card and shuffled the deck. When he laid out the cards, it put forth a confusing picture. Daly Carmichael had disappeared 26 years ago and returned, not altogether too far from where heâd gone missing, in almost the same state in which heâd left. Until Scully had pulled the leaf with the seven-pointed star etched into it out of his mouth, which Mulder had to consider might be coincidental.Â
The star represented the Seelie Court of the Fae, if Mulderâs instincts were correct. The most perplexing parts of the case so far were the fact that Daly Carmichael hadnât aged (and then had, rapidly), and the fact that no one seemed to remember it other than Mulder, Scully and the diener in the Adrian County morgue. The strange coins spoke to him, as did the now-missing ingot of iron. The fairy hollows or groves he and Scully had found, the missing time. If the leaf had been imbued with magic of some kind, that could explain either the lack of aging or the later aging itself, and perhaps why the only people to have come into contact with the leaf were the ones that seemed to remember it. Maybe it explained the other things that had happened as wellâthe missing evidence, appearance and disappearance of the groves.
And then Mulder remembered that the diener, Aeon, hadnât actually seen the leaf. Scully had pulled it out of Carmichaelâs mouth, and Mulder had bagged it and was still in possession of it. Other than pointing them in the direction of the lab, the grumpy little man hadnât had anything to do with it. Unless heâd encountered it when prepping the body.
Mulder would have to ask tomorrow. In the meantime, he continued to shuffle and reshuffle the mental cards in his head over and over, each time coming up with an incomplete picture and no real concrete investigative path forward.
He sighed, hugging the pillow closer to his chest and taking another look at the clock.Â
3:41am.Â
***
Mulder was at his desk by 7:00, and Scully was sitting in front of her laptop in the annex by 8:00. She had bags under her eyes and had mentioned not sleeping terribly well.Â
âDo you know,â Mulder said, after sheâd taken the last sip of her coffee, âif by chance your diener came into contact with the leaf that was in Daly Carmichaelâs mouth?âÂ
Scully looked pensive for a moment. âI suppose thereâs a chance,â she said. âHe just emailed me a digital copy of the dental records. I could ask him.â
âWould you?â Mulder said.
Only a few minutes passed before Scully looked up once again from her computer. âHe says no.â
Mulder leaned back in his office chair, the base of it giving a complaintive creak.Â
âWhatâs his last name?âÂ
âWhose?â
âYour diener.â
âGreene,â Scully answered after a quick glance at her screen. âAeon Greene.â
âWhat do you know about him?â
Scully looked at Mulder blankly for a moment. âThat his name is Aeon Greene and heâs an autopsy technician in the Adrian County morgue. Why?â
Mulder absorbed the tiny amount of incredulity he detected in her tone. âBecause other than you and me, heâs the only person that doesnât seem to be affected by the memory magic or whatever the hell it is that seems to be impacting literally every other single person involved with this investigation.â
âMemory magic?âÂ
âMass amnesia. I donât know. Whatever you want to call it.â
Scully rubbed her hands over her eyes. âYou want to have Danny look into him?â
âDannyâs busy tracking down phone logs. Iâll do it.â
âGood,â Scully said, standing up wearily. âDo that. I told Violent Crimes Iâd look at something for them. Iâve got to go up to the third floor. You want to meet in the lobby later and go out to lunch?â
Mulderâs mood, momentarily lowered by Scullyâs announcement that she wouldnât be around the rest of the morning, instantly lifted. He smiled.Â
âItâs a date.â
She returned his smile and turned back to him when she was in the doorway.Â
âMulder?â
He looked up.Â
âYou still carrying that leaf around?â she asked.Â
Mulder reached into his pocket and held it up in two fingers. âNot really sure what else to do with it. Chain of custody and all that.â
âWell, leave it here when we go out to lunch. Lock it in your desk drawer or something.âÂ
âWhy?â
âBecause if that thing is the mechanism of this amnesia âmagic,ââ she used finger quotes, âIâm kind of hoping that by the time we get back, weâll have forgotten everything, too.â
***
With no hit on the NCIC, Mulder logged into the Virginia state database and ran a quick search on Aeon Greene. And came up with nothing. No driverâs license, no address, no voter registration or tax information. He tried various spellings of both first and last name and put them through the systems for Maryland and the District of Columbia, then threw in West Virginia as well. Nothing.Â
By the time noon rolled around, he was frustrated, hungry, and had a splitting headache.Â
Scully met him in the lobby looking equally worse for wear.
âYou okay?â Mulder asked, holding open the door on the other side of Security, and momentarily forgetting all about his wasted morning.Â
âThe ViCAP case,â Scully said, ducking out under his arm. âIt was a case with kids. They could have warned me.â
âThey didnât?â he asked, incredulous.Â
âNo. And the next time they want me for something, they can go through Skinner first.â
Mulder made it his mission to improve her mood and actually had her laughing by the time they walked back into their basement office. Scully hung up her coat with a smile and settled into the chair sheâd vacated earlier.Â
âHowâd your morning go?â she asked.Â
Mulder could feel his headache returning.Â
âA total bust,â he said.Â
âDanny didnât have anything?âÂ
âI havenât heard back yet,â Mulder explained. âWhat I meant was, thereâs no record of Aeon Greene. Not in NCIC, not in the state systems of Virginia, Maryland or West Virginia, nor for DC.â
Scully looked at her computer screen. Right there in her inbox sat this morningâs two messages from the Adrian County morgue assistant.Â
âHow?â she said. âHeâs a county employee.âÂ
âWell, heâs not in the system.âÂ
âDid you spell it right? âAeonâ is a weird name.âÂ
âI spelled it right. I spelled it wrong. I spelled it every which way but loose.âÂ
Scully brought up her own screen, curious. Her own NCIC search came up negative, but that would only list if Aeon had ever been arrested for or part of some kind of crime. Then she pulled up the database for the State of Virginia.Â
Aeon came up right away.Â
âHere he is,â she said.Â
Mulder looked puzzled. âWhat do you mean?â
âI ran a search,â she said. âHeâs right here.âÂ
Mulder popped up out of his chair like heâd sat on something sharp and marched over to where she sat, peering intently over her shoulder.Â
She pointed to the entry for Aeon Greene on the screen.Â
âThat wasnât there,â he said, staring at it intently.Â
âAre you sure you didnâtââÂ
âScully.â The way he said her name was low, almost dangerous, and made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. She felt suddenly discomposed.Â
âWell,â she said, swallowing. âItâs here, now.â She clicked on it and scrolled through what data had been collected on the man. âNothing jumps out.âÂ
Mulder sighed, the warm fug of his breath playing over the activated skin on her neck. She could feel a blush of something creep up her cheeks.Â
Mulder straightened and made his way back over to this desk. âGood to know I wasted my morning.âÂ
Scully turned to him with an eye to making him feel better. The light on his desk phone was blinking. She pointed to it.Â
âLooks like you have a message,â she said. âDanny, maybe?âÂ
âLetâs see,â he said, and dialed in, letting it play on speaker.Â
âYou have two new messages,â said the tinny recorded voice. Then, âHey Mulder, itâs Danny. Listen, I got the phone records you were looking for from two days ago. No incoming or outgoing calls from your cell phone that morning. Nothing to or from the Assistant Directorâs phone. Nothing from Adrian County to your line, Agent Scullyâs line, or through the switchboard. About all I could find was five calls from Agent Scullyâs cell phone to your cell phone yesterday afternoon. I know thatâs not the information you were looking to get. Sorry, pal. Let me know if you need anything else.âÂ
Mulder connected eyes with his partner over the desk. The second message started autoplaying: a voice he didnât recognize.Â
âHello? This is Candy Winnecott calling from the Jordan Lake Motor Lodge? I got this number from our registration, and I wanted to let you know that yâall left some kind of wire or cable here sitting on top of the bed you didnât use in unit 6. If itâs government property I donât want to get in trouble. You can call us right here at the front desk and weâll arrange to get it to you. 540-555-0218.â
Mulder was just remembering Scully throwing her phoneâs charging cord onto her bed when there was a light knock on their office door.Â
They looked up to find Arlene standing there with a sheepish look on her face, holding a short stack of file folders.Â
âAgents?â she said, her cheeks pinkening. âSorry to interrupt. The Assistant Director needs your signatures on these reports. I would have interofficed them, but it needs to be done today.âÂ
Mulder watched as a look of barely controlled panic crossed his partnerâs face. Had Arlene heard the part about âthe bed you didnât use?âÂ
Making a conscious effort not to share any kind of look with Scully that Arlene might pick up on, he turned breezily towards the assistant.Â
âSure,â he said, waving her in and pressing the button to hang up the phoneâs speaker function. âWe can do that right now.â
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hello!!! *offers you this fic iâm writing in exchange for your trc goldfinch au please* (whenever you have the time <3)
- @you-know-i-get-itt
hello!! yes!! iâm so sorry this has taken me so long, lifeâs been a bitch LMAO đ and THANK YOU FOR THE FIC!!!!! i just read it and you have such an incredible writing style, i always devour your fics! if you ever end up writing more for it, please lmk!!
okay, buckle your seatbelt because this AU is so scuffed and still remains unfinished (though iâve been working on bits and pieces over the last couple of weeks) so iâm not sure how much sense this is about to make? apologies in advance LMAO
okay, so the snippet shared beneath read more is from the very beginning of the story⌠or the end, depending on how you view it. either way, itâs the beginning of the fic iâm working (slowly) on for this AU.
an important note about this AU is that the concept of dreamers/dreams is completely thrown out, because i was struggling to make it fit, and so instead of the Barns being full of fantastical wonders, itâs art. (which iâd argue is a fantastical wonder anyway, but like. not magical in a fantasy sense)
Thereâs an underground secret market for artists here, and Niall happens to be a pretty prominent figure. The Barns are full of sculptures and paintings and all kinds of artwork, though many of these fellow artists arenât happy with Niall- he gets himself into some trouble over stealing art and reselling for a whole lot more money than it should have been. He does all of this under a pseudonym, manages to keep his dirty work anonymous, until they figure him out.
One thing leads to another, and Niall Lynch is found dead in the driveway by his middle son.
Aurora has been sick for a while, and the stress of her husbandâs death contributes to the rapid decline of her health, meaning Declan has to step in to care for his brothers while their mother is in hospital. Declan had been helping his father for years with the scam- though heâd been morally against it in many ways- and knows that âthe bad peopleâ will be back to claim all of the artwork from the house. He therefore packs it all away, and sets it on the drive with a note begging them to just take it, and please leave his family out of this.
Ronan views Declanâs hurry to get rid of their Dadâs stuff as an attack, a dismissal of not just his grief but of their fatherâs life. He secretly takes a painting from one of the bags- The Goldfinch- and stashes it behind his bookshelf.
Iâm really aware that Iâve typed so much so Iâll be brief with the rest Aurora dies, and the freaking art mafia people realise thereâs a painting missing- The Goldfinch- and Declan decides theyâre moving to DC to get away. Ronan refuses, and ends up staying with Gansey for a while. Through Gansey he meets Blue, Adam and Noah, and things feel okay- until he returns briefly to the Barns and finds a letter containing both Ganseyâs address, and Declan and Matthewâs address. He panics, makes his way to DC, confides in Declan about it, finds out theyâve been having ominous happenings relating to the art. Declan decides theyâre selling the Barns and townhouse to move further, Ronan isnât happy with this. More stuff happens, he ends up trading the painting with the agreement that Declan and Matthew will not be bothered again.
While all of this is happening, Ronan and Gansey lowkey have something homoerotic going on, and Ronan is tits-over-toes in love with Adam.
iâll shut up now, but the gist of it is that The Goldfinch is a sort of physical manifestation of Ronanâs grief- heâs unable to let go of his father, of the past, but eventually has built himself enough of a support system to finally let go of his father and properly grieve. thereâs also a focus placed on the small choices that build up, over time, into something more- the Butterfly Effect, and all that.
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Itâs cold, this time of year.
Ronanâs hands shake as he fumbles through the junk drawer, his fingers numbly brushing over various wires, receipts and plastic soldiers as he hunts for a lighter. He knows there will be one in here- the centerpiece candle on the dining table was lit on what must have amounted to hundreds of occasions over the years. Aurora would send one of the children to this drawer to dig out the Zippo lighter they kept handy for Sunday dinners and Easter lunches, and would allow the chosen child- for she kept the names on a rota- to light the candle.
The lightbulb in the kitchen has stubbornly refused to emit any light tonight, and so Ronanâs not sure what he catches his hand on. He retracts it from the drawer with a hissed Fuck, presses the cut to his mouth and unceremoniously kicks the counter. His entire soul feels disregulated, like itâs jittering around within the confines of his skin, pushing and pulling and desperately attempting to claw its way out.
Itâs like the painting had been fused to his very existence, and- with it gone- heâs missing a vital organ.
He braves the drawer again, this time proving successful as his fingers tighten around the cold metal casing. The weight is familiar in his palm as he hurries back to the sitting room, dropping to his knees in front of the wood burner and flipping open the silver cap. When he reaches through the door, twisting his arm until he can catch the kindling with the flame, he catches a glimpse of his reflection on the dark glass.
He canât quite believe itâs himself. Heâs grown since he was last in this spot, learning to light the fire with his father at his side, and something inside of him lurches at the bags under his eyes and the hard lines of his face.
He breathes.
Pulls his hand from the catching flames.
Shuts the metal door.
Doesnât think about punching the glass hard enough that itâll shatter, take his mind off of the painting, send his brothers calling, let them all live under this one roof again and pretend nothing bad has ever happened to them. Let them pretend theyâre kids, watching over one another while holding down the fort until their parents return from another business trip.
He doesnât think about the painting.
Which is to say that he definitely does think about the painting.
Itâs a parasite- or maybe Ronan is the parasite. Hungry. Unable to survive outside of its host, feeding off of the thrill and the regret and the addictive nausea that overwhelmed him whenever he pulled back the plastic wrapping and caught even the briefest glimpse of canvas.
The little bird had taunted him. Begged him to set it free. Unchain it from its perch and let it go.
Ronanâs phone buzzes somewhere behind him, but he doesnât move. Doesnât pull his eyes away from the flames.
Itâs probably Gansey. Insomniac Gansey, unaware that Ronan has just ripped his heart from his chest and sold it for his brothers. Gansey, looking for someplace to ramble about kings or someone to hang out with or someone to tell him that heâs alive. Ronan had never understood Ganseyâs occasional panic over whether heâs really here or not- if a person is capable of worrying that they might he dead, they probably arenât.
Ronan kind of gets it now.
Still, he ignores the phone. He lets the heat settle on his face, draw out the dead chill from his bones, and thinks about what heâll do tomorrow.
#god i hope this makes any amount of sense#can we tell i loved the dreamer trilogy? (yes)#trc#the raven cycle#maggie stiefvater#ronan lynch#declan lynch#matthew lynch#the goldfinch#asks#trc goldfinch au
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Wait so is this like. The manga version also? Or is this like a full metal alchemist oh shit we ran out of things to animate letâs make up our own story now???? Very confused
i have. no fucking clue to be honest but if i were to guess the manga will be similar?? bc im assuming asagiri and harukawa had the chapters done for months now, early enough to give them to the anime team to animate and 111 is just one of them
i really didnt like this episode i think the pacing was bad and rushed so im hoping theres some more info in the manga?? but also. it would suck so bad if we were now behind the fucking anime and unless we get like 3 fucking chapters next month thats whats going to happen
and with the 2 hours later thing, i dont think its an anime thing bc of how it resembles the fit fukuchi is wearing in that last doa official art, but 2 hours????? girl what on earth is going on. this arc has been so pong and exhausting and the writing has been decreasing in quality and were all tired so the idea of sth huge happening soon is just really not that exciting to me. i want to see the political repercussions and the page not another fight, at least not now
but yeah tldr i dont think this is an anime only resolution, at least not entirely. a lot of the things make sense ig (like bram regarding his body and dropping the vampires, i feel like thats the only thing that could have happened) but maybe the pacing will be better and maybe therell be some useful info
#sorry idk if any of this makes sense im really tired#im really not happy with this episode the chuuya reveal was so fucking dissapointing#and the fukuchi plot got so convoluted i cant even say if it was a good ending bc idk#i hopes fukuzawa would die and idk maybe he will?? doesnt seem like it tho#i just wish we had some fucking stakes in the story again bc there are none as of now#even with the new threat like oooh whats going to happen#there will be cliffhangers every chapter no resolution and more dropped plot points?#like for the amount of violence nobody is ever seriously hurt#bc of the yosano ex machina which i dont dislike#but god asagiri let a non antagonist die or suffer consequences im begging you#and i dont even understand what happened with one order like is fukuzawa responsible for it now#does he have the power to control everyone#and wheres yosano jfc#ask#sorry again my brain feels like scrambled eggs
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Seems up your alley: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45650125
ANON... thank you so much for alerting me to this fic, i know it's been a good three weeks since you've sent this ask but i've finally gotten a chance to read this and GOSH... this is, very very good ryomina fic that i need to tattoo inside my eyelids like, right now. i haven't read fic p3 in a good while but thank you so much for thinking of me!!! đđ
#lizzy askbox#TRIED 2 KEEP THIS ANSWER ON THE SHORTER SIDE BC I WANT THE PRAISES FOR THE FIC 2 BE GIVEN DIRECTLY 2 THE AUTHOR.#BUT THANK U ANON!!! seriously!!!#i left a comment on the fic and i hope that the author knows that i appreciated the fic a lot.#if any of you haven't read ryomina fic in awhile and are looking to do so i feel that this is an excellent study of ryoji#truly it encapsulates why i like him so much and how ryoji and minato are inseparable as characters. you can't really study one without-#inevitably having to mention the other and im just. god. im so normal about these two#this fic felt a lot like some of the earliest fics ive read for ryomina#specifically 'held in the arms of your words' by superheroics / synthetica#and 'telling eyes' katseester in the sense that they're all 2nd person pov fics exploring their dynamic#and that they all make you feel like mush that's been scattered across the ocean#this is ur daily(?) reminder that these two continue to mean so much to me. i care them Big Amounts#thank u again for the fic. this truly feels like a celebration of why i fell in love with their dynamic in the first place!!
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I! Would also love to see this studied so we can use whatever the results are to help change the things we're able to. I have been sitting here trying to figure out how to word my thoughts though.
I disagree with the hypothesis that people are chronically understimulated or at least I disagree with that as a general statement. I think that we're plenty stimulated but more importantly people with all sorts of different interests find their own stimulation just fine.
I love nature and the natural world, merlin, ebird, Inaturalist and good old notebooks and field guides are my favorite activities to go outside and do. More than anything I love birding. I also have education in natural resources and plan to live out my life with that as a career.
That being said, this last field season I worked exclusively outside, four 10 hour days outside in an area I absolutely am in love with. I still stayed up, often into the following days, watching tiktok and "satisfying" videos. Looking back I think I was stressed from, well everything. Needing money to pay for everything, the world's entire situation and americas fucked up (sorry for the language but describing it would deserve it's own post) cultural and social shifts. (While I love my career natural resources notoriously doesn't pay well, at least not the FS)
Those videos never actually made me feel better and often ruined the following day, anything I learned was questionable at best and completely devastating at worst, and the ratio of actual content I'd care about vs the rest of it was completely drowned out by the sheer volume of the library of content.
I found bird feathers and animal bones (environmental story telling forest edition), looked at bugs, spotted every animal and bird I could lay my eyes on. My crew and I would eat local berries and take breaks under the bluest sky I've ever been under, experience the awe-some views and sounds of being so far away from civilization the only way to contact us was through our radios.
That did NOT change my consumption of "stim videos" and quick content. My knowledge, curiosity, and adoration of nature was not correlated with my media use. Maybe for some people those things can be related, we're people and we're variable and nebulous but I think the issue is deeper than people being understimulated both mentally and physically.
If I had to put in a guess I'd say the larger issue is honestly stress, work and value (capital, value, worth) culture ie if you aren't creating value you are worthless. I'd also wager in correlation with these constant feelings of needing to be active and creating value, people are uncomfortable with being bored more than anything else these days.
(Sarcasm) If you're bored you can and should be making money right? How else is anyone going to pay their bills, go on vacation, have a stable life, or retire? Don't be lazy and stop staring at bugs. (End of Sarcasm)
I do not think boredom is bad at this point in my life, I'd even go as far as to say it's necessary (this would deserve it's own post to explain what I mean by this but I hope the meaning is clear enough) But capitalism doesn't have any room or patience for boredom, inactivity and monetarily valueless exploration. That's only good for your long term health and wellbeing and unsatisfied, ill people spend more money.
Addition: I rambled way too much, I am not currently good at condensing information. I just wanted to add on another piece of the puzzle, because it's really not one big thing it's a thousand different things I think.
Anyway...I just wanted to add that our infrastructure is so unfriendly to people just existing let alone exploring in urban AND rural areas it makes me furious. Birding these last couple years has really exposed me to this too. I can almost never find safe locations to pull off of roads to set up my binos or spotting scope to look at birds. Cities rarely have TRUE "loiter" friendly areas, parks are ok but USUALLY not the best for the purpose of learning about ecosystems or native ecology (unless you have a really cool city planner/city council that built parks around the idea of the local ecosystems).
I have never felt safe or welcome in residential areas either and they aren't particularly interesting in terms of biodiversity. Down town areas are out of the question due to noise, population and overall lack of the natural world. Unless you're buying things from shopping areas people dont take too kindly to you checking out the bushes and grasses around either. Urban areas don't encourage a slower pace of life and curiosity for the natural to me.
Again, if I'm not spending or making money and I'm only interested in my pretty cheap and free hobby I'm not welcome. And the final thing, this is, of course, just from my experiences and the places I've traveled. This does not encompass the entire USA let alone the world nor does it cover everyone's lived or future experiences.
I would be interested in resources and studies of why this trend of stim videos and quick content is on the rise though. I don't think any of us will like the answers but it would be a step forward to shift our society hopefully. If nothing else it could give individuals the chance to learn something about their habits to make the change for themselves.
My random unsubstantiated hypothesis of the day: the popularity of "stim" videos, fidget toys, and other things like that is a warning sign that something's Deeply Wrong with our world.
Don't freak out. I am autistic. These things are not bad. However, can we just...take a second to notice how weird it is that there are entire social media accounts full of 10-second videos of things making crunching noises, people squishing slime in their hands, and objects clacking together, and that enjoying them is mainstream and normal?
It seems that nowadays, almost everyone exhibits sensory-seeking behavior, when just a decade ago, the idea of anyone having "sensory needs" was mostly obscure. It is a mainstream Thing to "crave" certain textures or repetitive sounds.
What's even weirder, is that it's not just that "stim" content is mainstream; the way everything on the internet is filmed seems to look more like "stim" content. TikToks frequently have a sensory-detail-oriented style that is highly unusual in older online content, honing in on the tactile, visual and auditory characteristics of whatever it's showing, whether that's an eye shadow palette or a cabin in a forest.
When an "influencer" markets their makeup brand, they film videos that almost...highlight that it's a physical substance that can be smudged and smeared around. Online models don't just wear clothes they're advertising, they run their hands over them and make the fabric swish and ripple.
I think this can be seen as a symptom of something wrong with the physical world we live in. I think that almost everyone is chronically understimulated.
Spending time alone in the forest has convinced me of this. The sensory world of a forest is not only much richer than any indoor environment, it is abundant with the sorts of sensations that people seem to "crave" chronically, and the more I've noticed and specifically focused on this, the more I've noticed that the "modern" human's surroundings are incredibly flat in what they offer to the senses.
First of all, forests are constantly permeated with a very soft wash of background noise that is now often absent in the indoor world. The sound of wind through trees has a physiological effect you can FEEL. It's always been a Thing that people are relaxed by white noise, which leads to us being put at ease by the ambient hum of air conditioning units, refrigerators and fans. But now, technology has become much more silent, and it's not at all out of place to hypothesize that environments without "ambient" white noise are detrimental to us.
Furthermore, a forest's ambience is full of rhythmic and melodic elements, whereas "indoor" sounds are often harsh, flat and irregular.
Secondly: the crunch. This is actually one of the most notably missing aspects of the indoor sensory world. Humans, when given access to crunchable things, will crunch them. And in a forest, crunchy things are everywhere. Bark, twigs and dry leaves have crisp and brittle qualities that only a few man-made objects have, and they are different with every type of plant and tree.
Most humans aren't in a lot of contact with things that are "destroyable" either, things you can toy with and tear to little bits in your hands. I think virtually everyone has restlessly torn up a scrap of paper or split a blade of grass with their thumbnail; it's a cliche. And since fidget toys in classrooms are becoming a subject of debate, I think it pays to remember that the vast majority of your ancestors learned everything they knew with a thousand "fidget toys" within arm's reach.
And there is of course mud, and clay, and dirt, and wet sand. I'm 100% serious, squishing mud and clay is vital to the human brain. Why do you think Play-Doh is such a staple elementary school toy. Why do you think mud is the universal cliche thing kids play in for fun. It's such a common "stim" category for a reason.
I could go on and on. It's insane how unstimulating most environments humans spend time in are. And this definitely contributes to ecological illiteracy, because people aren't prepared to comprehend how detailed the natural world is. There are dozens of species of fireflies in the United States, and thousands of species of moths. If you don't put herbicides on your lawn, there are likely at least 20 species of plant in a single square meter of it. I've counted at least 15 species of grass alone in my yard.
Would it be overreach to suggest that some vital perceptive abilities are just not fully developing in today's human? Like. I had to TEACH myself to be able, literally able, to perceive details of living things that were below a certain size, even though my eyes could detect those details, because I just wasn't accustomed to paying attention to things that small. I think something...happens when almost all the objects you interact with daily are human-made.
The people that think ADHD is caused by kids' brains being exposed to "too much stuff" by Electronic Devices...do not go outside, because spending a few minutes in a natural environment has more stimuli in it than a few hours of That Damn Phone.
A patch of tree bark the size of my phone's screen has more going on than my phone can display. When you start photographing lots of living organisms, you run into the strange and brain-shifting reality that your electronic device literally cannot create and store images big enough to show everything you, in real life, may notice about that organism.
#LONG REPLY#long post#oh god im sorry#i hope this all makes sense#and that it isn't coming off in a rude way#i sincerely dont mean any offense and I hope it adds to the discussion#if it doesn't ill delete/edit it in a heart beat no questions asked#i just follow OP and have been appreciating their outlook on some topics#but yeah I just think its a bigger issue and i guess a summary of everything i said#was that our capitalist society is force raising us into discontentment consumerism and a constant state of stress were trying to#escape from with the small amount of neegy and resources we have left after trying to survive at the bare minimum#i think its systematic#which thinking back on the post I dont even know if I DO disagree at all with the original hypothesis i just think its more than that#anyway!!!!!!
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can i be hypocritical for a second
#shut up hanna#she says she doesn't want to hear people talking about him and then makes a post to talk about him. sorry here we go#i don't think a lot of the people obsessed with tommy are fully examining WHY they are so obsessed with him#because i'm not gonna say they're necessarily racist but i do think that they hold these implicit biases in favor of white people#(biases which poc can absolutely hold as well)#(why do you think so many poc exclusively date white ppl and then chalk it up to personal preferences)#which is why this guy that has barely had any screentime now has entire blogs dedicated to him and is getting defended by people in the#fandom in a way gay poc characters like michael and hen never were.#and you could say okay hanna well what about josh! he's a white gay man and people don't obsess over him!#and that's true and likely because a) he is not kissing buck and b) you can't attach a repression storyline to him#which is another thing people in fandom seem to gravitate towards. men with internalized homophobia.#another thing that seems to stem from these implicit biases in favor of masculinity in gay men#which now come to think of it is only enhanced by his whiteness. bc god if tommy wasn't white??? y'all would be saying the nastiest shit#which i know because it is the shit you say about eddie when you try to spin the narrative that he's homophobic. bc he's latino.#but no because tommy is a white man with previous internalized homophobia it's a beautiful tragic backstory#and you can watch the beautiful story of a masculine man becoming vulnerable and it's the most amazing thing you've ever seen in your life#and the amount of screentime this man has gotten does not warrant the amount of attention and obsession he's garnered#so i truly do think the only reason anyone would be such a big fan of his is because of their own implicit biases regarding#whiteness and masculinity#which if that was something these people would actually acknowledge and own up to? then i don't think i'd have a problem with them#and i'd be hypocritical (lol) if i said i don't also hold these biases and they seep into my fandom interests#but i'm willing to sit down and think hmm why am i acting this way about this character and should i be trying to reshape my thinking.#instead of doubling down and calling everyone that talks shit about my obsession homophobic no matter the context of their shit talking#i feel like i have more to say but i can't remember now and also i hope this makes sense bc i'm so lightheaded rn i need to eat dinner
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THE CLEARING | luke castellan.
pairing: luke castellan x fem!reader prompt: âi could admire you all day.â by @normal-internet-user
summary: a sweet moment in the clearing of pearls. takes place before tlt. wc: 1.2k
a/n: i'm back in my luke castellan phase and this time, unapologetically :') ik ik, he's the enemy. totally :D i haven't written in so long, i really hope you guys enjoy this! i eventually will make a collection of these on my wattpad (of the same username). have a great day/night! <3
camp half-blood was just as rhythmic as any other day. the campers were up and running, tending to chores or activities, chiron was introducing some new campers, mr. d had his legs hitched up on the table and was slumbering.
and yet â somehow â something still felt off to y/n. she couldnât put her finger on it. for a child of ares, she was undeniably observant of her surroundings, ready to feed a punch, but she didnât see nor feel anyone around.Â
often times, she realized it was her subconscious warning her of her siblingsâ antics. despite coming off as a cold hearted bitch, y/n was quite the opposite and everyone in camp knew. whether they experienced her dual sidedness face to face, they heard of it and believed it. it wasnât common for all the ares children, even clarisse, to like one person, sibling, mutually. yet y/n was that sibling.
she didnât mind it. the eighteen year old was one of the oldest and made it her duty to keep everyone in check, even if that meant going against her easy way out â anger. her siblings often appreciated that despite not showing it, but sometimes clarisse had a lot to say.
this definitely wasnât one of those times, though.
clarisse had just come by and helped y/n braid two of their younger sistersâ hair, the two chatting normally and without any apparent trouble.
then what in the world kept nagging her?
she kept sensing an odd aura around camp. maybe it was the godsâ doing. maybe.
sighing, she sat on the cabin floor, watching as the last of her brothers walked out. she began tying her laces, fixing the tongue on her boots. her instincts picked up as she heard soft crunches from the side of the cabin. grabbing her sword, she walked out diligently, observing the area around her and positioning the sword towards the crunches. she carefully examined the reflection, absolutely no sight of anyone. stiff, she shrugged off her unease, heading down the paths and to her clearing.
the clearing had a waterfall cascading at the heart, a sparkling little pool in the centre. for nine in the morning, the earth was still dewy and the crisp scent of the woodlands surrounded her senses.
inhaling deeply, y/n stepped towards her favourite boulder and slid her shirt off. one by one, she stripped down until she was in her bikini, and fixed her locks to be appropriate for swimming. once ready, she slowly dipped her foot in, the coolness of the water pulsing through her body and sending a jolt within her.Â
a mere moment later, y/n was wading in the water, beginning to take laps around the pool. she always had a surge of energy in water that always made her wonder if she was actually poseidonâs daughter â of course, she wasnât, but maybe she had to thank him for her love of water. maybe. maybe it was just her and the gods really didn't impact her.
submerging underneath, the girl opened her eyes and scanned the bottom. on her lucky days, sheâd find little pearls the nymphs would leave behind. she'd have to personally thank them one day. her growing collection was all towards making special beads for campers whoâd been there for a significant amount of time, symbolizing their individuality. she was thinking of giving annabeth and luke one to add to their necklaces before all else.
squinting, y/n saw a shimmering area in the corner. charging towards it, she picked it up and examined it with her hands; the water was getting rather hazy. these pearls were heavier, and with more texture than sheâd ever felt.
smiling to herself, she carefully held it within her palms, swimming further up and merging out of water. she felt the sun shining on her, and she braced for the sudden light adjustment.
and then the sun was gone.
her brows furrowed, and y/n cracked open an eye, glancing towards where she felt the sun mere moments ago. instead of trees and simple clouds, she saw a lean figure wearing an orange shirt and khaki cargos, arms folded across their chest. she knew those arms.
âgods, what are you doing here?â y/n questioned, slightly lowering herself into the water and staring at the male before her.
he stifled a chuckle, his signature smirk playing on his lips. âwhat? canât a guy be with his girlfriend?â
âluke,â she warned, âdidnât we agree to not be around each other unless we actually had a plan to sneak off?â
the curly haired boy shrugged. âlike thatâll stop me.â
âluke, câmon. if anything, we canât have anyone find out like this.â
he shook his head, âthey wonât know a thing.â he nodded towards annabethâs cap.Â
y/n had to admit, his desperation to be with her in any way was the most adorable and hot thing sheâd ever witnessed. âdid you at least ask her for it?â
âyes maâam.â
y/n smiled toothily, wading towards the edge and climbing out. luke watched her every move, enthralled by her beauty. he wasnât sure how he even convinced her to go on that first date, considering she had a knee on his chest and a sword to his neck. too bad heâs the best swordsman and pinned her down next.Â
how could she say no after that?
she found him quite intriguing as well.
luke followed his girl as she went over to the boulder, grabbing her towel and gently drying herself off. he headed up behind her, taking the towel from her arms and drying her back off for her.Â
âthat still hasnât healed,â he noted, tracing the scar on her shoulder blade. y/nâs body melted at his touch, and the chills she felt were replaced with flames.Â
âyeah,â she whispered as luke softly turned her around, wrapping the towel around her body. he brought her body closer to his, putting his index to her chin and tilting her head up.
âyou know, i could admire you all day.â
âand why is that?â
he laughed, âwith that sexy soul and sweet hobby of collecting pearls, how could i not?â
y/n felt her cheeks grow hot, a soft grin making its way to her face. âi could say the same, pretty boy.â
"who are you giving those pearls to?"
"if i said who, wouldn't the surprise be ruined?" she quirked, tilting her head to the side a little. "eh, word on the street keeps mentioning the best swordsman."
luke smirked, satisfied with her answer, his black hair gleaming in the sly sunlight. y/n cupped the left side of his face, tracing her fingers on the scar to his right. their eyes couldnât leave one anotherâs, an enigmatic energy floating amongst them.
âi want to kiss you,â lukeâs voice was lower than before, his grip tightening around her waist.
âdo it,â y/n mustered up, fluster traversing through every bone in her body.Â
without second thought, luke pressed the girl against his body, capturing her lips. y/nâs fingers trailed to his hair, tugging at the curls as their lips intwined passionately.
the teenagers yearned for each other, their love enveloping around them as they remained  in their locked position. lukeâs lips were as light as a feather but had a hold on y/n that she was sure no other could.
breathless, the two pulled away for a moment before luke pulled her in again for a quick, feverish kiss. âi love you,â he rasped, staring deep into her riveting eyes.
âi love you, luke.â
their admiration could only grow from there.Â
or so they thought.
#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan x y/n#charlie bushnell#luke castellan oneshot#percy jackson#percy jackson and the olympians#pjo#pjotv#percy jackson x reader#pjo x reader#pjo x y/n#charlie bushnell x reader
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A Much Needed Interview (OP81)
(Part 2 of Teen Dad) Summary: After the shock of Oscar revealing himself to be a former teen dad, he joins an interview in the hopes of clearing everything up and limiting the overwhelming amount of questions he has been getting.
âOscar, it is nice of you to sit down with us. I know it has been an interesting few weeks for you and your family. How are you guys all doing?â The interviewer asks.
âYeah, yâknow, I had expected to one day have to open up about it all, but I never thought Iâd have to do it the way I did. It has been fine, obviously my kids are young enough to not be impacted because they arenât on social media, but it has been strange for my fiancĂŠe who is now getting hundreds of requests on her private account. I have sort of decided to take a break from social media because the response has been overwhelming and like none before. Mostly positive but I think a few people have gotten the wrong idea so I was hoping to clear everything up.â Oscar rambled. He was more nervous about this interview than any he had done before.
âOf course. Why donât we start at the beginning, how did you and your fiancĂŠe meet?â
âWe actually met at one of my races. She went to support one of her close friendâs brothers. After the race that I sadly didnât do too well in, I saw her with her friend and I was kinda frozen in my spot, immediately head over heels. Sadly, it seems like everyone but her noticed. I was too scared to do anything so I just watched her leave. I think I sulked for days, totally regretting my decision to do nothing. A totally heartbroken 16 year old. I looked for her every single race until she finally came back a few months later.â
âOh please tell me you finally got the confidence to shoot your shot.â
âNope! I just stared at her and stuttered when she caught me looking then ran off. I then had an amazing race, I think part of me was just trying to make up for the embarrassment and luckily it seems my car got the memo. After the race she came up to me and asked for my number.â God, he was blushing profusely at the memory. He knew he would be getting slack for this for a very long time.Â
âSuch a story! The young Oscar Piastri was no ladiesâ man.â
âHe was absolutely not. Soon after we started dating.â Oscar awkwardly laughed, sensing what was about to come up.
âAnd then kids came shortly after?â The interviewer asked with care in his voice, certainly able to sense Oscarâs change in attitude.
âYeah. Uh, obviously not planned. I donât think many people plan to become parentâs at 18. It was a shock⌠I didnât handle it the best at first, something I think I will always regret. She was scared and while so was I, I should have been more supportive. I was embarrassed for a while. Felt like a total idiot. I didnât tell anyone outside of my family and made them swear to secrecy. I also began to isolate myself from friends because I couldnât bring myself to tell them but also felt terrible lying. A few months in I finally snapped myself out of it and began to focus on all the wonderfulness that was to come. I loved her more than anything and I would be lying if I said I hadnât already imagined a life together in great detail. By the time we found out it was twins, a boy and a girl, I was ecstatic.â
âWell mate, I donât blame you for your feelings. I definitely would have been a terrible father at 18 so I salute you.â The interviewer joked.
âHonestly, I had the same thought for a while, even when I was excited to have kids. I had so many doubts about it, I mean how could I not? But when it came down to it, I couldnât afford to be anything less than a great father. Of course I had my moments, and still do years later, but I wouldnât be able to let myself be anything less than I am. If you love your kids enough, you find a way.â
âHow did having kids so young impact your career? Obviously it didnât hurt it too much considering you are in your second year driving in Formula 1.â
âWell, I decided I wouldnât advertise my situation unless a team was very serious about me. Prema knew, Alpine did too and of course McLaren does. All were welcoming and accommodating, as much as they could be. I donât think I would have gone with any of them if they werenât cool with it though. I realized the minute my kids were born I would give it all up for them, which scared the hell out of me.â
âThat is admirable. All these years later you are still with their mother, correct?â
âYes! I asked her to marry me over break. Everyone close to us had been confused as to why it took so long but we had discussed marriage together many times and made the decision that because our relationship moved so fast with having kids so young, we would wait a bit. I mean, we are still young but I honestly couldnât wait any longer. She is everything to me and the most wonderful mother my kids could have.â
âHave your kids been around the paddock yet? I assume they are old enough to understand what you do.â
âThey have been to the factory and come with me to meetings when we havenât had a sitter for them. Luckily, they are both very well behaved in public, they also really like watching the races on tv and have somewhat of an understanding of what I do. They donât believe I actually drive the car though.â Oscar rumbled. Trying to convince his twins that yes, their father actually does drive the cars they see going super fast, has been an ongoing issue. They seem to believe he is tricking them but have no problem believing Uncle Logan and Uncle Lando drive the cars. It has definitely humbled him immensely.
âWell you will have to fix that soon huh? Will they be attending races in the future?â
âI am trying to work that out with my fiancĂŠe actually. They are almost four so we donât want them traveling too far, I also donât believe they will be able to be entertained solely by the race the entire time so we have a lot to deal with. But I think seeing them on the paddock supporting me will be one of the best moments of my life. I selfishly canât wait for them to come.â
The interview wrapped up shortly after that. Getting to reminisce on the start of his relationship and how far they have come and how many wonderful things are in the future put Oscar in a deliriously happy mood. He couldnât wait to get home to his family.Â
Walking through the door, he was immediately welcomed to the sound of toddler meltdowns. Fully entering the house, he saw his very tired fiancĂŠe rubbing her face as she tried to calm her babies down. Clearly this had been going on for a while.
Despite how upset she looked, she immediately perked up at seeing Oscar had returned. But that immediately went away as she remembered the screaming kids and how messy the house and herself were.
âSorry honey, I know you are probably so tired after the interview and meetings earlier and these two missed their nap so they are so cranky and I just-â He cut her off with a kiss. Once he pulled away she looked at him, perplexed. A kiss from Oscar was never unwelcome but it was the last thing she expected at that moment.
âHey, look at me.â He said as he put a hand on her cheek. âI love you and our little family so much and you never, ever have to apologize for something as trivial as this. Why donât you go get in the bath and relax a little and I will try to wrangle these two, okay?âÂ
In her eyes, Oscar had never been hotter than he was now. Now it was her turn to surprise him with a kiss, even more passionate than the first. They would have continued if it hadnât been for more screaming from their two kids.
Still, Oscar wouldnât change a thing.
#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri#op81 fluff#op81 imagine#op81 x reader
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Dreams Of You
Hello everyone! So, I thought I would give posting fanfics a shot, starting with this small "blurb?" of Jacob Black. Obviously, aged up! I have been wondering quite a lot recently how imprinting would feel and be perceived since it's described as more intense than normal love. I really hope you like it, and if you have any other ideas for a longer fanfic you would like me to write next, let me know, and I might write it!<3 sexual content 18+ minors dni
âI dream of you all the time.â His voice was low, his breath brushing against your collarbones as he found a place in the crook of your neck. Warmth surrounded you, scorching skin burning through the layers of clothing, heating you until all left were cold fingertips and even colder lips. âEven when Iâm awake, I still dream of you.â
The words were almost unrecognizable as his mouth pressed against your bare skin, sending shivers down your spine. His words never failed to make your heart flutter at his blatant affection for you. Never did it cease to overwhelm you, for he told you that there were truly no words that could describe how he yearned for you every minuteâevery second of his long, exhausting days.Â
Indeed, you couldnât imagine what that was like, for if you harbored feelings in that vast amount, there could be no other way for you to deal with them than simply exploding.Â
Sometimes, when Jacob was perched over you, arms wound tight under your back as he hugged you close to him, strong legs helping him push into you, you could almost be sure your thoughts werenât too far off the mark. The way his hands always seemed to handle you softly now strained against his strength, pulling you so tight against him as if having you close was the only way to keep him from eating you alive.
His pronounced brows permanently furrowed something so terribly, eyes tightly shut as sweat dripped down his skin, the salty substance dripping down your chest as his lips distracted themselves by dragging his tongue over your pulse, breathing in your scent til it consumed him whole. Strained breaths could be heard, grunts mingling with your quiet whimpers as your hands trailed over his shoulders, feeling his body tremble beneath them, shaking something so terrible.Â
Youâd ask him if he needed a break, worry consuming you when his strong arms gave up, pressing into you more urgently as the bed rocked against the wall. Yet it turned out there wasnât anything the matter with his stamina as he growled in protest when you tried to sit up, his heavyweight over you making your attempts futile, desperate lips finding yours as he slowed slightly, grinding into you as you moaned at the tortuous rhythm he set.Â
âYouâre shaking, Jacob.â Youâd say quietly, fingers threading through his damp hair as his hazy, warm, brown eyes found yours, once more planting his lips against yours. âIâll be okay.â Heâd mumble through the kiss, tongue caressing yours as his hand softly placed itself on your cheek, threading over your skin as if it were porcelain.
It didnât take long for him to move inside you again, eyes glazed over as he stared into yours through lidded eyes, mouth open over your gasping one as your fingers ran through his black hair. Bringing him down to you once more, you felt the ridges and bumps of his upper body against you, muscles clenching with every thrust as if it took every willpower of his to control himself.Â
âGod.â He panted out, releasing you to slap his hands against the mattress, gripping the sheets tightly in one hand as you heard them rip under his harsh treatment, the other hand taking hold of the headboard. The wood complained under his hard hold, crumbling as his hold tightened. Your hand found his cheek amidst the pleasure coursing through you, thumb carefully stroking the skin as you whispered his name.
It felt like every sense of reality was swept away from Jacob as his unfocused eyes fell on you, heart thumping so hard against his chest it felt like it would punch through both skin and bones. Shaking his head, he looked at you again, still finding your lidded eyes staring back at him like he had created the world you walked on.Â
âYouâre gonna kill me,â He grunted, reveling in the feeling of your cold fingertips against his hot cheek as his stomach coiled something so terribly, making him believe he was going to go insane with desire.
In a way, he always feared being this close to you, for only being in your presence was overwhelming for him, never mind feeling your soft skin against his and hearing your pleasure-filled whimpers as he took you. Oh, how he had longed for you, how much he longed for you now, even though he was the closest to you he could ever be.Â
He didnât lie when he told you he always dreamed of you. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw you, like you were carved into his eyelids. He never could get close enough, and while that was a curse in itself, it was a curse he wouldnât trade for any other.
#jacob black smut#jacob black x reader#jacob black imagine#twilight x reader#twilight imagine#twilight smut#jacob black#twilight fanfiction
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LOVER
Summary: An inside look into the happily ever after between you and Draco that is well deserved.
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader
Word count:Â 2.3kish
Warnings: SMUT (!!), raw sex, synchronized orgasms, slight dirty talk, cream pie, making out, established relationship.. anything else?! Let me know!!
A/N: I had always been wanting to write this little epilogue for my favorite little story, Heather. Please read my previous post which is just an explanation into why I hadnât posted in a while! I hope you enjoy this. Title inspo: âLoverâ by Taylor Swift.
All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.Â
I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions. Please message me your thoughts! Love reading them. đŤśđť
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âShhhh, baby. You gotta be quiet,â your husband rasps into your neck, his deep voice sending goosebumps loose all over your skin, as he licks a small strip up to your chin as he proceeds to nibble on your bottom lip. His warm, soft hands touching your skin which makes you feel like you're burning underneath him.Â
You clench your eyes together to try and make sense of all of the different sensations youâre currently feeling.Â
A strangled moan chokes its way out of the back of your throat as he angles his hips upwards to go in deeper as you instinctively wrap one of your legs around his waist to give him better access. Your hands touch his soft skin around his waist as you hold onto him, gripping tightly into his flesh.Â
Your bodies synching together like they always have. Even after all these years. No amount of time would ever come close to being enough. Youâre always going to want more.Â
More. More. More.Â
Your husband steals your moans as he covers your mouth with his own, his lips moving against yours softly, and your arms wrap around his neck to pull him into you. One of your hands moves into his hair, tugging at the roots gently as his own hands move to grip onto your hips, and you both start moving together. Speeding up when you start feeling the familiar ache in your lower belly.Â
You both pull away from each other's necks, smiling when you both notice the same reflexes, and you reach up to kiss your husband's sweet mouth once more. His thrusting only grows rougher and deeper, but still moves with caution and it makes your entire body erupt in chills as you both moan into each other's mouth when you climax together.Â
Always together.Â
Your toes curl into the bed as your husband continues to thrust into you, spilling himself completely into your warmth, and you peck his lips a couple times as he leans his forehead against yours. Both letting out loud pants and small giggles. A cheeky grin overtakes his face as his eyelashes flutter against his creamy skin.Â
His beautiful silver eyes meet yours as he kisses the tip of your nose and then he slowly pulls out of you which makes you whine at the loss of contact and he flips down next to you. He chuckles deeply as he rubs his chest, which is moving rapidly as he comes down from his orgasm, and his fingers brush against your breast.Â
His fingers caress your naked skin around your chest, âGod, I love you. I love how weâre still in sync even after all this time.âÂ
âSo do I,â you whisper back sweetly to him as you reach over to him to kiss his cheek, which makes him flush like he always does, and you slowly start getting off the bed. You use the bedside table to steady yourself as you stand up.Â
âItâs starting already?â He yells after you as you speed walk into the master bathroom that you are so incredible thankful for at this second because you feel like your bladder is about to burst.Â
âShush,â you exclaim back with a giggle as you proceed to finally sit down on the toilet and have yourself a wee. Your entire body relaxes at the feeling and you look down at your protruding belly.Â
Three months to go.Â
You reach over to grab your belly oil and rub it all over your stomach as you relax for a second. You almost jump off the seat when you hear your husband's voice from the door.Â
âYouâre a sight, my love.âÂ
âDraco!â You exclaim with an eye roll as you watch him watching you. He stands against the bathroom door, leaning against it, still naked, and you let yourself take in his body in its full glory.Â
You take a minute to admire his muscular posture with his lean frame. You admire his creamy, milky skin which is covered in bruises. Which were caused by your mouth. Always leaving them everywhere because you absolutely loved to mark him up. You always made sure they were in places that could be hidden underneath his Auror robes.Â
He still brought up the one time you accidentally marked him above the collar mark and everybody teased him for weeks until it faded away. Especially since Draco never used glamour charms on his skin.Â
You admire his long legs with his equally long torso and you loved how tall he was. He always made you feel safe and secure in his arms. You lick your own lips as your eyes land on his valuable member.Â
Your stomach tingles as he slowly strokes himself, still a bit hard for your morning activities, and you let out a laugh.Â
âStop it,â you demand as you clean yourself up and proceed to wash your hands. You stare at him from the mirror with a small smile.Â
âStop what?â He questions with a smirk as he goes to the toilet to do his own business.Â
âIâm already pregnant with your sixth offspring because of that thing!â Your eyes looking wide at his cock in his hands.Â
Draco lets out a loud, belly laugh that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle as he cleans himself up. âTechnically itâs only your fifth pregnancy!â
âDonât act like you donât absolutely love it,â he whispers as he places a big kiss into your warm cheek causing you to giggle again.Â
You leave him be as you walk into your shared walk in closet. You pull over a matching pair of baby blue knickers and a soft bralette. You wiggle your way into your comfiest pair of black leggings and soft knit white jumper. You slip your feet into your fuzzy gray slippers and start making your way down the hallway. Your ears are perking up trying to hear any signs that your kids are up. Â
You start making breakfast the muggle way, thanks to Hermoine for teaching you, and youâre humming along to a song when the first sign of life invades your senses.Â
You feel small hands sneak up on your belly as you smile brightly, pausing as you mix the eggs, and look down at bright gray eyes looking up at you.Â
âGood morning, mummy!â Your little five year old daughter, Aries, whispers as she shows off her bright toothy smile.Â
You bend to kiss her forehead as she giggles, âGood morning, my little angel. Whereâs your brother?âÂ
She rubs your belly lightly as she then skips to her usual chair around the family table, âBrushing his teeth, mummy.âÂ
âDid you brush yours already?â You ask with a raised eyebrow and she giggles even louder.Â
âDuh, mummy!!âÂ
Right on time, Aries' twin brother Phoenix, comes running down the hallway.. excessively loud and giggling as your oldest ten year old son, Scorpius is chasing after him. Your seven year old, Leo, is walking behind them slowly. Yawning and rubbing his eyes lazily as he trails into his seat at the table as he moans out a good morning to you and blows you an air kiss.Â
âBe careful!!â You yell after them as Aries only watches them with a smile on her face as you continue cooking breakfast. You hear louder footsteps as Draco comes into the kitchen, ready for the day in his Head Auror robes, and holding your three year old daughter in his arms.Â
He reaches you, pecking your lips sweetly as if you didnât just spend the morning wrapped around him, and lets you kiss Lyraâs soft cheek as she smiles at you. Her tiny hand touches your hair slightly.Â
Her eyes that match yours watch you as Draco walks away from you and tries to wrangle up all the kids for breakfast before he has to leave for work.Â
The kids are all yelling, moving, and proceeding to sit in their favorite seats. You and Draco proceed to move in sync together as you both gather plates for the kids. Moving to fill each with cut up pancakes, scrambled eggs, cut up strawberries, and each kid getting their favorite drinks. You quickly make Lyra a yogurt bowl with extremely small slices of strawberries on the side and a cup of her favorite milk.Â
Bumping hips and sneakily smiling at each other.Â
Draco starts handing each one of your shared kids their own special plate and drink as you make your own plate along with your husbands.Â
You set the plates down as you hand Dracoâs hot coffee thatâs under a stasis charm as he hands you a thankful smile and passes you your own cinnamon tea in your mug.Â
The room is soon filled with loud children talking. Scorpius and Leo arguing about what to do today after daddy gets home. Debating on if they should play quidditch or have a family movie night since itâs Friday. Which means daddy gets the weekend off. Aries and Phoenix are munching on their breakfast loudly and making silly faces at each other which causes them to giggle excessively at each other. Lyra sits in her high chair as she observes her siblings with a silly little smile on her face and trying her best to eat her yoghurt with her tiny pink spoon.Â
Draco feeds her small bites of his own pancakes as Lyra happily accepts them.Â
âWhat are your plans today, baby?âÂ
You hum as you finish your bite of food, âHermoine and Pansy are coming over today. They say they want help with the wedding planning, but I think theyâre having godchildren withdrawal.âÂ
Draco snickers at that with a slight eye roll, âOf course they are. Our children are the best.âÂ
You smile at him, âSo, Pansy told Theo and now heâs coming over with the kids as well.âÂ
Draco nodded his head, âIâm sure Potter is happy about that.âÂ
âAnything to get Theo away from his nesting habits and begging Harry for another baby,â you say with a soft smile as you think of your best friends.Â
Draco scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, âIâm sure his baby fever will end once he sees your pregnant belly and our adorable Lyra. Didnât they just adopt baby Sirius?âÂ
âBaby Sirius is going to be four already! Then Lily and James are already Scorpius age. Theo is just scared of empty nesting, but Harry says he wants to wait until this big case heâs dealing with passes.âÂ
Draco hums in agreement, âI wish we were like that.â And he proceeds to give you a soft teasing smile. Â
You poke him with your fork and shake your head, âWe have kids basically every two years, these twin girls are the last ones!â You eye him with an authoritative look.Â
âAnything you say, my love.âÂ
âDo you think Hermoine and Pansy will ever adopt or have kids of their own?â You ask as you watch Lyra to make sure sheâs eating. Draco doesnât miss the tone of your voice at your question.Â
âYouâve noticed the way Hermoine looks at your belly, huh?âÂ
âI have,â you reply softly. âItâs just.. Pansy always says sheâs okay with just being a godmother, but âMinâŚâ you trail off with a sad smile.Â
Draco reaches over to your hand and squeezes, âI understand, trust me. Maybe get a second with Granger and just talk to her about what weâve noticed.âÂ
âMaybe. I donât want to overstep,â you say as you sip your drink. Scorpius is the first one that finishes eating and he quickly thanks you for breakfast with a kiss on your cheek as he moves to start washing the dishes. You admire your first born for a second and canât help but love how much he looks like his father and how big heâs gotten.Â
The same milky white skin with bright pale hair and even with the same matching gray eyes. His exact copy. Oh, you canât help but tear up at how much you love your first baby boy. The first baby that made you a mother and taught you about a mothers love.Â
The one who made you want a million more babies.Â
Leo and Phoenix soon start helping clean up the plates as Draco helps Lyra get cleaned up. Aries helps him as you use your magic to clean up the table and Lyraâs high chair.Â
You hum in contentment as you proceed to kiss the cheeks of all your kids. Scorpius blushes, Leo kisses you back, Phoenix and Aries giggle, and Lyra pulls you in to attack you with kisses and hugs. Draco soon jumps into all the loving before he has to floo to work.Â
Draco piles all the kids into his arms as he squeezes them into his arms and then tells them to go play before their cousins come over.Â
He gently pulls you into his arms as one of his hands slips underneath your jumper to rub your belly as he kisses your lips sweetly. The feeling of his lips on your sends sparks all over your body like it always does and you savor his taste.Â
âI love you,â you whisper into him as he smiles against your lips.Â
âI love you more,â he whispers back with a couple more pecks against your smiling mouth.Â
âBe careful and Iâll see you soon,â you kiss your lips one more time as he steps into the fireplace.Â
âAlways am, my love. And Iâll be counting down the minutes,â he says with a wink as he grabs a handful of floo powder and calls out his location. He bursts into green flames and your hearing soon fills with the sounds of your childrenâs giggles and loud voices playing together. Â
You take a moment to take it all in.Â
Loving the same boy⌠now man for as long as you can remember. The amazing life you both have built. It was never easy and there have been many hardships, but it was incredibly worth it.Â
What a beautiful life you both had built slips into your mind as you smile to yourself in pure bliss.Â
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Wanna Make You Mine â {Feat. Minji}
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A/N: Hi, itâs been a while! I felt like I should write and post something, and here it is. This was not written in my best condition, but itâs Minjiđ. Honored to have had @chunksworld as a beta-reader and an editor! If you find some amazingly well-written sentences most likely itâs from him hahaâşď¸ Enjoy!
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It was a few days ago when rain poured heavily, unexpectedly leading to one of the hottest encounters you have ever experienced in your life. And the more you reminisce, the bigger your smile grows, bittersweetly. If someone told you it was a dream, youâd buy that. A fever dream, albeit a short one. But it hasan everlasting lingering image carved in your heart. It was fire-hot, it was ice-cold. Like bubble gum you savor it when it tastes sweet, but it diminishes when the sweet is gone.
The day you forgot your umbrella is a day you will never, ever forget. It was a surprise, a super hot one to you. And like a hit-and-run, it stuns you, and then leaves, barely leaving any marks.
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You donât precisely remember since when, but thereâs something about her that made her stand out to you. Multiple times you caught her looking your way then quickly avoiding your eyesâit happened enough for you to sense how unusual it is.Â
Itâs not because she stands out; she doesnât. She is considered by many as a model student and everyone likes her. Acing quizzes, straight Aâs and with a courteous manner. She was given every admirable virtue in her heart, and radiates it like itâs her body odor. A waking proof that humans can be perfect. But sheâs not the one to boast about it, keeping down peopleâs envy in the level of admiration and friendliness.Â
For you, Kim Minji is just another student who happens to be in the same school as you. Sometimes you get a nod as a sign of greeting from her and sometimes she just passes by. Still, everytime you run into her, her tranquil smile tells you how she became the model student that she is. Not a single person in this school would succeed in disliking her. You see how everyone says hi to her just to hear it back. And with no exception, she does. To you, too, of course. Sometimes she says âhiâ first, and sometimes you do.Â
A respectable student. Thatâs it. Nothing less, nothing more.
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Today it is raining. At this point, itâs plausible that God knows you didnât bring your umbrella for the third time this month. Third time you brought an extra tumbler, third time you left your umbrella at home, and the third time it rained. Youthink of repenting but deep in your mind you know God owes you a big apology, not the other way around.
The downpour is heavy so you decide to wait in school knowing that it will die down in a few minutes, well that's what you hope because you don't want to risk getting any of your stuff wet.
You are and have always been a quiet kid in schoolâan introvert. Just the right amount of friends, not really prone to being bullied, a surprisingly average amount of female interactions and above-average grades. Just one of those boys who loves listening to music, watching movies and a bunch of other things.
Canât spend a rainy day without music on your headphones, can you? Plus, itâs just you in this big hallway so you wear it and turn the jazzy classics on while you stroll lazily along the windows. You blindly step to the comforting rhythm of the song watching the droplets kiss the window. Guess you won't blame God for the rain this time.Â
You look at the dark gray concrete walls, white window frames, bright gray limestone floor, and the wooden doors of the classrooms you walk by. With the music flowing through your ears and rain crashing on the windows right in front of you, even the gloomy colors of the school building looks rather comforting.
So you walk, and walk, and walk until youâre back in front of your classroom. The rain has become a lot more silent than when it started and itâll get dark soon. You want to spend your Friday evenings at home and not in school.
The rain will have stopped by the sunset and theair would beclean then. You wouldnât want to miss the glow of the setting sun with such a crystal clear sky. You imagine the view itâd give you, which songs would be perfect to listen to and you just canât hold a smile back.Â
âOh! Oh⌠heyâŚâ When you open the door, Minji is frightened by you. She looks disheveled from head to toe. Her hair is frazzled, her face ruddy, her breath heavy. But whatâs more desecrating is that her shirt is open, her unblemished midriff has a layer of sweat-like liquid coating it, taint on her gray bra. All of it is sent to your brain to process, which causes it to cease functioning for a second.
âD-donât mind me.â Then she rushes to what you assume to be the restroom Kim Minji, who has never even opened a button of her shirt in school before and yet you just saw her bare belly. Youâre blushing, trying not to think about it but you fail miserably. It feels dirty to be like thisâshe isnât one of those provocative types of girls to you⌠or she wasnât.
But you canât explain why sheâs so frantic with her skin so exposed. Why was she so out of breath and sweaty? Why was she so surprised to see you and then proceeded to rush outside the classroom?
Has she been sacred or sanctimonious? Has she been exemplary or errant?
You know itâs a rash judgment.
You step inside the classroom then walk over to your seat where you find an oddly-placed puddle on the desk. Not as big as a spilled bottle of water, not as small as the drool you usually make when you doze off with your face buried in your arms during class.
You examine it by dipping your finger on it.
Definitely not water.
Then what?
âWhat's this?â You find a blue switch and pick it up.Â
âHey,â Flabbergasted, you turn around so quickly that it slips out of your grip. It's Minji who's standing at the door frame, leaning slightly on the wall.Â
Her shirt is still open, and so are the stains on her bra and her messy hair. It seems like she didn't tidy herself up in the bathroom.Â
âDid you spill something on my desk, Minji?â For the moment you think that's what happened. Every clue provided to you is telling you just one thing, and you're pretty sure you got it right. Maybe she'll apologize, and you're going to say it's nothing and help her clean it up. She'll then thank you and say you're such a nice person.
Well, it sure is a possible series of normal things to happen.Â
Unless Kim Minji brings a crazy plot twist for the two of you only.
âNo, I didn't.â And step by step she approaches you. The way she walks draws your eyes to her slick legs and the uniform skirt she's wearing: dark gray as always. But it hangs way higher than usual, so high and short that you almost catch a glimpse of her underwear.
You're just standing there still, wondering why sheâs acting unprecedentedly strange. You donât even recognize that sheâs already just in front of you. Youâre trying your best not to look at her breasts even when she slowly squats down to the floor.
âYou dropped this.â You realize when Minji hands it to you that it is a switch. That she wants it in your hand and that she wants to see you flick your finger on it and turn it on.
âMinji, is thisâŚ?â There is only a shy grin on her face. Swear to god, you didnât even imagine in your dreams that such a thing would happen to you. Youâre yet to escape the stage of denial, to be honest. Where was the heads-up to begin with?
âWanna try turning it on?â Her tone is so casual that you didnât get it the first time. Youâre just totally dumbfounded. Minji sees it, knows it and understands it.
âGo on, do it.â Her eyes are on your fingers. Her teeth dig into her bottomlip. Her eyelids flutter. Your thumb is now on the switch, ready to flick it on. Your thumb presses on it, just enough for the knuckle to whiten up, but not really turn it on.
Her arms hug your neck, and the moment she does, you flick the switch up. You didnât mean to, but when she hugged you your thumb automatically moved so it was turned on with a clicking sound. An embarrassed gasp leaves your mouth.
But when she buries her face in the crook of your neck and moans all the gibberish improvised excuses building in your head washes away.
At the risk of sounding grandiose, itâs rather the situation she lures you in that is overloading you mentally. It hasn't even been 5 minutes since you ran into her.
âY-you knowâŚâ At this point you canât even imagine whatâs going to unfold. If she confesses that she is in fact an alien from Saturn youâll sense no absurdity. Youâll just breathe it in.
You feel her body shaking by how her weight changes every second. And youâre standing there like a dumb statue, not knowing where to put your hands, even when sheâs almost climaxing mere inches away and your lust is getting completely heightened by it.
âIâve had a crush on you for so longâŚâ
No one couldnât have ever anticipated that. For a moment you forgot to breathe; Minji has taken it away. And when she bites into your shoulder you gasp, feeling the tingling sensation rushing down your spine.
âIâve liked you eversince the first time I saw you by the way.â Sheâs struggling to make her words distinguishable in between moans and hisses, while youâre struggling to come up with a proper reaction to what youâre currently experiencing.
This whole situation you find yourself in is so foul and so hot given that sheâs one of the most admirable students of your school. She was supposed to be out of your league and yet somehow the timid and quiet boy is who she wanted all along.
âYouâre going to make me cumâŚ!â Hearing it coming through her lips makes your head spin, makes your cock throb painfully inside your pants. You donât even expect yourself to think straight, nor want to think straight.
During the day sheâs a model student, then after school she becomes a kinky pervert. Itâs the least possible thing in your life to happen and yet here you are.
But when she cums and squirts on your pants, youâre proven very wrong.Â
âI⌠I like you.â Out of breath she whispers, still cumming and you support her by her bare waist. You switch off the toy and just let her go through the bliss of post orgasm.
As she comes down her arms let go of you, still panting. âDo you like me too?â Thatâs not even a question, as her eyes are on your shirt and her hands are already halfway down unbuttoning it.Â
âMinjiâŚâ You take her already open shirt off of her arms before fondling her breasts over her bra. Your eyes are fixed at the pair in your hands while you can feel hers glaring into your eyes.
âMhm. Go on. Take as much as you like.â Her hands seductively unbutton your shirt, one by one, from the top down. Sheâs not in a hurry but in a matter of seconds your top vanishes. Then she puts her lips dangerously close to yours, hovering and tickling your lips with subtle skims.Â
âBut donât forget to let me do the same, okay?â She sounds so full of confidence but her face is as red as yours. The eyelock doubles and triples the heat between you two and when the distance is completely eliminated by a messy lip lock, your heart begins to beat out of your chest.
Her tongue is aggressive inside around yours. Her hand is already a hand of a luster, already sneaking down on your pants sending shivers up to the crown of your head so easily. You grab and unhook your belt, and Minji purrs delightfully when she sees your erection spring out ontoher belly.
âThis is a yes, right?â Minji pushes you lightly, just enough for you to know that she wants you on the desk. Her tummy brushes against your erection as she climbs up to face you again after swiftly removing her bra. Youâre met with her mouthwatering pair of breasts pressed against your bare chest.Â
âI donât understand whyâŚâ Her fingers trace down your jawline to your lips. The placidity oozing out from her words is making you fret overâinside, you want her to take advantage of this one-way situation as much as she can. Your hands find her sweaty tits and fondle them softly, and she moans with a dreamy smile.
âBut you kinda make me feel things. Unexplainable, but certainly thatâs more than just love.â It's an overwhelming lust you obviously planted in her. You can see how ripe it is, and now youâre reaping it. Itâs sweet, the flesh, the hue is so mature and obscene.Â
âSay something, hmm?â When you part your lips to say âI like you tooâ, however, her tongue ties a knot on yours. You feel the pace suddenly upshift when she strokes your cock slowly and when you involuntarily moan and flinch. Your breaths overload your lungs while your mouth has totally fallen by what the intertwined tongues are doing inside.
âMinji⌠I-I like you too.â You didnât mean to just whisper it. However it somehow did work as the cue to make her start pleasuring you with her hand.Â
The smirk on her face is almost a burden to your already weary mind, topped with the anticipating lip bite. And those glaring, sly eyes which eventually force yours to squeeze shut. The sensation is too much for you to take in as it is, so your nails dig into your palms hard and your head tilts backwards.Â
You donât look comfortable at allâyou arenât, with all the unreal touches and heated breaths being poured on your skin. But that doesnât mean youâre not enjoying this, of course. Her hand is pumping your cock at a constant rhythm, her groaning voice matches yours as if itâs as tantalizing to her as well.
âIâm glad you said that.â As if her confession was to be ignored by you. It was more of a seduction than a platonic confession to think about. Not that you can properly think while youâre getting mentally wrung by her.Â
âYou wouldâve never knownâŚâ Minji slows down her hand around your throbbing cock. You open your eyes to be faced with her orbs mere inches away.Â
Lust doesnât seem to have dispersed from the jetty pair of pupils. â...how many times you relieved my stress from all the studying.â She continues her lewd confession of her sexual fantasies about you which couldâve been kept a secret⌠But what more to hide when you two are touching each otherâs sex and mixing body fluids?Â
When your fingers brush against her inner thighs, she hisses and tightens the grip on your cock. Nearing her core, you can feel the moist lust seeping out, leaking and running.Â
âDo you think about me often too? Who am I to you?â You hesitate. But she doesnât want any lies. Nor do you.Â
âYouâre just a⌠the model student of the school. A pretty one. A pretty, smart girl that I run into often.â You amazingly finish the sentence while riding off to the very edge of your patience under her bewitching strokes.
Just enough to feel incredibly heady but still seconds away from exploding on her hand. Your fingers arenât idle either, as two of those smoothly enter her damp entrance. The tips of your fingers reach her toy inside and you pull it out slowly.
You see her belly flutter from the sensation of it. âPut your fingers in deeper,â She pleads as grinding herself on your fingers, situating you two in a mutual masturbation.
âI want to cum with you.â Her words trigger so many things inside you. Deeper and darker things, something the superficial you donât possess. Something every guy would hide and keep deep under the surface and wait for the very chance to bring up.
Your fingers move, inside and out while hers move up and down. Both relentlessly, hungrily almost. The desire to see each other drown in bliss is paralleling the desire to feel it for oneself. Youâre almost there, hoping that she is, too.
âMinji, I-I am⌠I canât-â Youâre miserably stuttering, tongue twisted by how unblemished the sensation is from all sidesâher soft hands working ever so hard and hot on the head of your cock, her lewd moans tickling your eardrums. Her face, that face making a look that just screams sex.
In no time you explode first, spurt after spurt in her hands as she still keeps on pumping it with pace. Your groan never dies down until youâre completely out of breath and strength.
Then Minji restarts grinding on your fingers that she stopped when you blasted the turbid pleasure on her fingers. You look up from her cum-coated fingers to her eyes, and itâs a head-spinning hypnosis that beams into your eyes from hers.
Dense, intense, a bit lethargic in a way and flooding with lustâseeing her crush cum in her very own hand, mustâve sent her into another galaxy at least, possibly another dimension. That is what sex can do even to a woman of high status.
âThat was so hot. Now will you help me with this?â You already are when youâre snapped back from drifting off in the ocean of bliss.Â
âI will.â You literally sigh words out as you still are trying to regain your breaths. You lay her down on the desks and crawl up to level with her face, fingers still making the dirty wet sound.
Minjiâs face is a mess; itâs red, itâs sweaty, in need, desperate. Her eyes are fixed on your lips, her mouth agape, breathing into your face, itâs hot, her hands touching and squeezing her own breasts, her throat vibrates into your teeth and tongue when you kiss and bite it. And it happens to splash you all at once like a tsunami, but without the premonitory phenomena.
Kiss her neck, jawline and back to her lips. Her tongue welcomes yours, and after a few seconds she screams into your throat airily with her hands holding onto your shoulders.
âIâm close, Iâm close, Iâm-Oh!â
Hearing her you circle her clitoris with your thumb and it sends her away to bliss. To a heavenly abyss, where she doesnât want to be bailed out. Sheâs squirting too, which makes it even hotter aside from her orgasming on your fingers. The watery sound makes you want to push into her even deeper.
Youâre hard as rock again in no time after seeing the prettiest girl youâve ever seen, the least touchable girl in your school cum under your body on your own fingers. In school, in your classroom, on the table.
âOh my god, is that your bag?â Itâs a black backpack that her secretion is dripping onto. Minji is more entertained than concerned to your eyes however, and so are you. You wouldnât mind if your iPad is broken from all the water for now.
âNo, I donât care. Mine is over there I guess.â Youâre not sure, but not that you ever want to be. Because your eyes lock before hers darting at your cock on her above her belly. Then she looks into you again. And thatâs it.
âDo you want to-â
âYes.â It doesnât even need any brainpower to say yes. So you take your agonizingly hard cock to her entrance. First you rub it against her pussy slowly, and it makes her let out a small gasp.
Her hands are on your arms, tightly gripping. Her eyes, theyâre fixed at yours, her beauty beaming at you, and it flutters when your tip enters her hot cavern. Her fingers dig a little deeper into your arms, her teeth into her lip, as you enter her bit by bit.
Itâs a whole new sensation to be wrapped around the wet walls. And considering that this is your first time, itâs not odd to be totally enraptured and indulge deep in straight away.
âMmmâŚ!â Your eyes roll back when you push in until you canât. The world around you narrows down to only you two, hot breaths, sweaty skin and a mutual high that you never want to be detached from.
âG-go on, Iâll make you feel good.â As if you need any more motivation to dive in.
Minjiâs coquettish smile is the last thing you see before you spontaneously shut your eyes and groan as you go deeper and deeper. Youâre barely breathing, barely thinking, barely sensing anything.
âF-fuck meâŚâ
Her shaking voice cooing those words is a complete switch-off to your reason. She said it shyly, with a burning face and big eyes looking up at youâit must be her first time to do thisâand single-handedly sending shivers up your spine.
âAh⌠Mmm yes!â You begin to move, and even to the slightest moves she reacts so sensitively. Her walls are wringing around your cock, pulsing and matching her intermittent moans as you gradually, tantalizingly raise the pace.
Itâs as if time itself ceased running. Just you and Minji, feeling every part of each other, moaning against each otherâs skin, a locomotive with a broken brake. Broken brake, but with a fully functioning accelerator.
As you up the pace her hands find your shoulders for support as yours roam around her torso. Her sharp shoulders, to her perky tits, brushing your thumb on her stomach randomly, overloading her with your touches.Â
You lack subtlety and itâs even visible to yourself. Not knowing where to put your hands, not knowing what to say, only thrusting in and out and getting so worked up by hearing her moans and her face flooding with sex.
Eyes barely holding on, moans escaping her agape mouth along with her hot breaths, blushed cheeks. Her hands find the back of your head and pull you into a kiss, and it gives you the feeling of being possessed.
Like youâve become hers.
Like youâre fucking her pussy and now kissing her with intertwined tongues for her, not for yourself. Which somehow, to your surprise, aggravates the lust deep inside you. A hidden need for the dynamics, even unseen to you.
Seems there will be plenty of time for you two to explore it further.
You go even faster in return for the kindling kiss she dragged you into. Her grip tightens, traps you in her armsânot that you ever want to escapeâsuffocating you with the sloppy lip lock.
And it throws a barrel of oil to your already-flaming fire. Your breath is completely taken by Minji, without any chance to get out, your will is rather on the side of dying with Kim Minji absorbing the last breath you have.
Soon her walls begin to pulsate around your cock, her screams that reverberate in your skull are now about to tip you over into unconsciousness.
âSo good⌠Iâm about to c-cum.â Her voice shakes. Your thrusts keep the pace, at a steady rhythm youâre pounding into her leaking pussy. The tightness goes up like crazy, her thighs lock your hips in and it makes you, forces you to discover her inside even deeper.
With every thrust Minji voices out how well your cock is stirring her inside. And the elevating tension in her moans lets you know how close she is to-
âCummingâŚ! Fuck!â
A trance. It is a frenzy, an ecstatic upheaval that overwhelms your patience, that demolishes the dam and lets whatever behind the wall flood in.
When her fingers dig painfully deep into your head, when her teeth leave an intaglio of her love, when her legs lock you in, for you to join her with the heady pleasureâŚ
A streak of benumbing orgasm shatters your nerves as you paint her stomach and her heaving chest. It seems to never end, spurt after spurt until the repose is here. You can only stare at herâher still high face, cum-coated breasts and tummy heaving up and down.
You both are taking in the messed up view of each other, eyes locked but no words or signals delivered. You just stare into her eyes hoping that she makes a move on you first. To take you where she wants, perhaps. Another round could be awesome, but either way youâll be so satisfied.
Together. With Minji.
âLet me bring something to clean-â
âNo.â
Her hands snatch yours. Not strongly, but just soft enough to let you know what she means.
âStay here for more⌠With me.â
******
âHey. So⌠Can I ask you exactly when?â
Dark purple sky, humid breeze of midsummer. Clouds that showered the earth with their own bodies are now completely gone, and you and Minji are walking down the street towards the sunset.
âIt was when you picked up my notebooks I dropped. You were putting on your headphones. Hair was just long enough to look good, and on top of everything⌠What I fell for was the smile on your face. I donât remember the date it happened, but it was special. So special.â
Her fingers then sneak under your palm, in between your fingers and lock with yours together. Itâs warm and soft. A romantic placidity under one of the most beautiful sunsets youâve ever seen.
Her thumb lightly brushes on the back of your hand as you keep walking down the serene road. âBut I donât think youâve wanted to do this since then, right? Not complaining, but it was quite an unexpected way of confession. Especially from you.â
Minji giggles with her crescent eyes looking down at the ground. âItâs been only weeks⌠I got so stressed out from studying and one day⌠I tried touching myself then I suddenly thought of you. Since that day, you know, itâs been like that.âÂ
But thereâs no shyness anymore. Itâs not a secret anymore, at least between you and her. Nothing is. Nothing will be.
Itâs a hot thing to think about. A girl touching herself thinking about you. And that girl being Minji is what surpasses your imagination. She even got caught pleasuring herself in your classroom today-
Or even that was part of the plan. You think of asking her about it, but at the same time, you donât want to make any gaffe come out of your mouth. Right now is where the tinge of romance should fade in, not that.
âYou can, you know, call me honey⌠If you⌠wantâŚâ Minjiâs grip on your hand gets tighter as her shy laughters follow. It immediately makes your face burn. You look at her and find that itâs doing the same to her too.
âOkay, Minji-I mean, honey.â You feel your face drumming to the beat of your heart. But it doesnât hide the happy smile on your face.
A girlfriend.
And a boyfriend.
Itâs mutual from now on. The first love in your life starts.
âItâs my home already.â She stops in front of a white two-story house and turns to you.
âAlright, goodbye, honey.â You let her hand go but it doesnât leave yours. Instead, a zesty grin blooms on her face and she hums an airy chuckle.
âNot before this.â
Her lips find yours. They donât open, but itâs a kiss filled with heartiness, a long peck, with an artificial smacking sound made by her.
âSee you tomorrow honey!â
******
It is raining just like yesterday; you forgot your umbrella just like yesterday too. And you decide to stay at school until it stops.
As if youâre seeing a deja vu of yesterday.
Only if you could see a deja vu of yesterday.
Minji didnât run into you today. She didnât come to your class to say hi. She didnât come to her class.Â
She didnât come to school today.
The day passed uneventfully just like yesterday. Class after class, lunch breaks and âsee you tomorrowâs from classmates. But painfully, the only one who said it yesterday with a kiss wasnât here to keep her words.
And the day ended just like that. No sign of Minji.
âYou heard that?â Just before you put on your headphones, something penetrates your ears.
âMinji moved to New York!â
What?
You almost shouted but managed to deal with that.
First, itâs denial that hits you.
âWhat do you mean? I saw her just yesterday!â The other guy looks as confused as you are.
Second, the word âwhyâ comes up in your head.Â
âI donât know, man. Everything I heard was the teachers talking that there was a sudden incident that left no choice for her family but to move.â
Third, denial again.
You wanted to stand up and ask them, but what you are going to get is a weird look and a âWhy do you even care?â
Didnât she tell me âsee you tomorrowâ?
Itâs all complicated for now.
Maybe you yourself are to blame for not asking your girlfriendâs number.
But it doesnât matter anymore, does it?
It was your first love, starting hot yet pure.
Now itâs as if all was a reverie.
The air you breathe hasnât changed, the classes you attend were the same, it rained like yesterday, and your umbrella stayed at home again.
But there was no Minji, although you still hear her merrily say-
âSee you tomorrow, honey!â
******
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Romance Is Not Dead | jjk
âłÂ đŹđ˛đ§đ¨đŠđŹđ˘đŹ; itâs valentine's day and you're single
⢠đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : brother's best friend!jungkook x reader
⢠đ đđ§đŤđ: fluff, angst (?)
⢠đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: explicit language, mentions of sex (it's mentioned quite a lot), reader's brother is kinda dick, alcohol usage, men (that deserves a warning alright), drunk people (it's a party), angst (?) honestly I'm not sure if there's any angst but it's a story with a few realistic topics that are kinda sad if you think about it, it's not your average fluff story lol
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a/n: happy valentine's day! mind you this was supposed to be a short drabble like around 2k lol, I had no proper idea of where this will go and somehow I ended up with quite a long story haha. but I'm happy I got more into writing, I wasn't expecting writing this much. if there are any mistakes, please ignore them hehe. I rushed to post it so I could make it on february 14th. I don't know what even is this story but i hope you enjoy it hahah don't forget to like and reblog âĄ
âArgh! Who even invented Valentine's Day?â
The groan that leaves your mouth â or more like a loud complaint â rolls around the room, not stopping you from tossing your bag on the kitchen's table to show your annoyance more than actual anger.
âHello to you too, sis.â Your brother throws a peace sign your way, not particularly fazed by the lack of greeting on your side.
From your peripheral vision you could easily tell they're right there. Your brother and his best friend have been best friends since high school, they go way back and somehow, they've managed to stay super close till now. It's quite admirable, you have to admit. You don't think you've ever seen or heard them fight. Overall, their friendship seems to be more relaxed in this sense than most girls' friendships.
Yes, that mostly happens between guys. They're not as dramatic or bitchy as some girls can be. God. None of your current friends are your friends from high school. You've parted ways eventually.
However, the amount of drama free that's clearly not present in their precious brotherhood is equalized with loud burps, unfiltered talks about girls and sex through male eyes. You would've mentioned farting but luckily, you haven't heard your brother's best friend to be that nasty in front of you. Which can't be said about your brother but well, that's a part of having a sibling â regardless of their gender.
It's quite clichĂŠ.
Your brother's older, therefore he's protective yet loves to embarrass you at any chance. He thinks he's all that and sometimes, it feels like he thinks he's your third parent. That's what's more annoying â perhaps even more than overrated Valentine's Day.Â
âDid someone decline you on Valentine's Day?â
There he goes again.
Teasing you. It's a never-ending circle. Luckily, you've grown resistant to his pathetic attempts to embarrass you â especially when his friends are present. Yeah, your brother can be a dick and you're not afraid to tell him.
Though, you don't stick to the names and curses and instead turn it into something more powerful.Â
Scoffing, you swipe your hair back and give him a look. âPlease, look at me.â
âI am, that's why I asked.âÂ
You waste no time in grabbing one of the stupid empty cans he always has laying around and throw it at him. Did you mention he can be a pig sometimes?
Your aim has gotten way better throughout the years and when he curses at you once it hits the side of his head, you smile happily. His friend chuckles at the two of you, lifting the can that has fallen onto the floor and sets it on the table.
âYeah, and that's why you chase every man that comes my way.â you comment, knowing well damn you're right.Â
He frowns, âThose men can hardly be called men, sis.â
âWell, bro, I wouldn't know since you like to be the pain in my ass.â you smile at him tightly, seeing him looking before he goes back to playing one of his stupid video games. âNot that I have a man to look up to in the first place.â
They've been doing that a lot. Lame.Â
His best friend's snort turns into a laughter that he barely gets to hold in. That makes you smile because you see it as a success in getting back at your brother. And perhaps your little crush you've had on him has something to do with it. But we don't talk about it.
Your brother glares at him but he's not affected, not even a bit. It's hard to put it into words or make any definition, but he's always been slightly more⌠intimidating? He has an aura around him that makes you appreciate even a little reaction from him.Â
It's humorous. You've known him for years, merrily just from always seeing him next to your brother (because there were never other opportunities), yet it feels like you barely know anything about him. Even though he used to occupy your living room almost every day. And today doesn't feel much different. The only difference is that none of you live at your parents' house.Â
âWho hurt you today?â
âDon't be a dick. I can be a bitch too.â you remind him sweetly, leaning forward against the kitchen counter and grab a grape that lays in a single bowl. Probably the only healthy thing he has in this kitchen.Â
He flips you off and frowns once he doesn't win the game. Karma. âAnyway, are you gonna tell us why you came here so annoyed or you're gonna eat?â
âI can do both,â you shrug. âI just don't get the hype about Valentine's Day.â
âOh, you asked who invented it? Probably a pair of groupies in love.â
You roll your eyes, âI don't think that's it.â
âIt's about romance. It's romantic, sis.â
You snort, âAnd how would you know anything about romance?â
He chuckles cockily as if the next words he says is something to be proud about; âI don't. But the girl I fucked said something about it.â
âEw!â you gag, stopping yourself from reaching for another grape. âYou're gross sometimes.â
âYou don't talk about sex with your friends? C'mon, it's normal.â
âYeah, with my friends. Not in front of you.â you justify.Â
âJesus, we didn't have to hear that.â Your brother scolds you, clearly uncomfortable at the thought of you talking about sex.Â
You sometimes make sex jokes in front of him just to mess with him. It's pretty funny and it never gets old. You don't do it often though, but perhaps you should.Â
âI hear only you complaining.â you sign out, pointing out the obvious and for the first time since you've arrived, you give proper attention to his best friend.Â
He's been awfully quiet. What's there for him to say anyway? You and your brother bicker most of the time, no matter how old you are. He's pretty much used to it by now. He just stuck to playing the game and other than cackling at your previous comment, he's been quiet. You hate that you're slightly annoyed by the lack of attention he gives you. Not that you're an attention seeker or desperate for his attention.
It doesn't take a genius to figure out he sees you as his best friend's little sister. Even though you're not as little as when he first met you.Â
âJK is the last person who wants to hear your complaints.â
âWhy don't you let JK speak for himself?â you question, a little edge to your tone as your brother huffs out, muttering something under his breath â obviously aimed at you.
âChill out, you two.â he mutters, voice slightly deeper than you remember it even though the last time you've seen him was last month. It has a little rasp to it and you wish your eyes wouldn't glue to him automatically.Â
He lays comfortably on the couch, man spreading with a game controller sitting in his lap while his big thumbs rest comfortably against the buttons. You might've mentioned you are not friends with people from a high school anymore, but you have friends. One who would kill for a moment to spend with your brother's best friend. Just to be in his close proximity.
Though, it's no secret he's not any better than most guys his age â including your own brother. In a weird way, you love your brother (even though you wouldn't probably ever say it out loud because he's a weirdo and he would just make fun of you), but you can easily tell he's not someone you would ever want to end up with. Personality and morally wise, of course.Â
He surrounds himself with people with the same values, or the lack of.Â
And perhaps, it's one of the reasons why you suddenly got annoyed because of today's day. February 14th. You're the type that simply brushes off any guy who comes your way that you don't have any interest in. There's no need for your brother. He's a dick and he chases the ones that might not be husband material, but they're hot and charming. You're not necessarily looking for a marriage. God. You're too young. You don't want to be the one that gets locked in a marriage with someone they just met.Â
Definitely you don't want to get knocked up either. Fuck, they're so many scenarios that run inside your head. Ones you don't want to live in.Â
Regardless of your current stance when it comes to your life and relationships, you're still romantic. All of your friends have dates today. Any other day or year, you wouldn't even think of it â but you've seen everything in the shape of a heart today. Not mentioning there's everyone kissing and hugging at every corner of the street.Â
And you didn't get a discount on your cake because you were alone with no partner around. Who does that? That's discrimination!
Valentine's Day is overrated. Maybe you think that way because you're single. Have been for too long. And while you don't necessarily miss it, you kind of crave for someone's affection and touch. It's not even about sex.Â
âListen, we're having a party tonight. I wouldn't normally invite youââ
âWow, thanks.â
He shoots you a glare again before he continues, âBut seeing you so miserable, maybe you could come too.â
âParty? Is this another one of your gangbang parties?â
âI have never been a part of that, stop calling my parties that.â
âThere are literally hundreds of people who are there to hook up.â you inform him.
He snickers, âThat's like every party.â
You lift up your eyebrows, not quite believing him. It's like every party he hosts or is invited to. People his age make parties slightly less wild. Not that he's too old but still. He's acting and living too wild for his age.Â
âI'm not hosting it.â
âWho is?â
âJK here.â His brother says, head motioning toward the man next to him. âI'm sure you don't mind that I'm inviting her.â
The said man looks at his brother, shrugging. âI don't.â
âWell?â Your brother looks back at you. âAre you coming?â
âAre you gonna chase everyone that comes my way? Y'know, my friends are all having dates and if I don't wanna spend tonight alone, I would rather have fun.â
âYou're allowed to come. And yeah, probably I will.â
âYou're a douche. I'm an adult, stop treating me like a child.â
Your brother sighs, already knowing what argument is about to come. It's about the same stuff every time.Â
âI'm doing it for your own good. The people that are gonna be there, guys that are gonna be there are like us, sis.â
There's a certain softness behind his voice, though it still stays vigorous as if he's trying to get something through your thick head. You know all of that, though. You know he doesn't hang out with the best people. But they're just dicks. And they're thinking with dicks. But you can take care of yourself. Besides, he's going to be there as well.Â
JK, or Jungkook like you refer to him in your head, briefly looks at you. But you spot it and stare at him as his eyes drift to your brother. âYou can't protect her forever.â
âThat's something an asshole would say.â
âI never said I'm not one. But let her have her fun.â
âYou know what? Don't come. I don't want you there.â Your brother stands up and shoots you a glare before he walks away.Â
God! He's such a dick!
JK chuckles and you realize you've been frowning this whole time. You hear the door slam close and you scoff. âHe's such a child.â
You eye him with no embarrassment whatsoever, tracing all the tattoos he has gotten throughout the years. The white shirt fits his torso perfectly, even though it's oversized his muscles peak through.Â
Your friend told you he's at the gym almost every day. It sure looks like that.Â
He suddenly stands up and you straighten automatically, watching him make his way toward you but not before tossing the game controller on the couch. He stays on the other side of the table, reaching for one of the grapes while still staring at you.Â
God. He's doing something purposely.
For the first time today, your confidence slightly falters but you do your best not to show it. You stare as he pops one of the grapes into his mouth and chews on it.Â
âYou're still invited. That's if you still wanna come.â
You blink, âBut my brotherââ
âIs like a child sometimes. You're gonna be fine there.â
Gulping, you mutter; âHow are you so sure?â
He doesn't answer but there's a small smirk playing on his lips. âYou would still come, wouldn't you? Just to piss him off.â
That causes you to let out a soft chuckle because yes, he's right about that. Your brother needs to understand you're not a child. âI would.â
âAlright, then come.â
You poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue and lift your brow, âI will.â
You will go to the party. Even if your brother would burn down the city.
One of the few things you've learned about your brother's best friend â Jungkook â is that he comes from a wealthy family. You know he got his own place in the city center, that alone tells you he's got money. Whether they come from his parents or by his own hard work is unknown to you. Either way, it's quite clear he's always been slightly privileged than most kids your age.
You've never been to his parents' house. There was never a reason for you to go there, plus, you're not your brother and he didn't exactly bring his little sister with him whenever he went somewhere. The only time he would have to spend time with you alone was when he had to babysit you. But you would always stay home and he would let you know how annoyed he is because of that.
A typical teenager who wanted to chase girls and experience his first hook-ups rather than having to babysit his little sister who was born with sharp tongue and big mouth. You're probably his karma for all the hearts he already managed to break.Â
Anyway â you know JK's parents' house is settled up the hill, away from the city and in a rich area where all the big houses were built. You've never seen it, hence your first reaction when you spotted a huge gate and a house that looks more like a mixture between mansion rather than a small family house.
Before he parted ways a few hours ago when you last saw him, he gave you the address. Seems like you've arrived just in time. There are many people, outside and inside â everywhere. It looks like the college parties you get to see in movies but more upgraded.
The thing about you is that you would never go to a party alone. Even if two people you know are here. Well, your brother still doesn't know you're here and he's about to get pissed once he sees you. Suddenly, the idea to piss him off doesn't seem so alluring.
But this house â or mansion or whatever this building is called â is the only place that is not filled with heart balloons. They might be couples and strangers that are glued to each other, the romance is simply not present. It's nasty and explicit to a certain extent.Â
A part of you is disgusted at how easy some people seem to be, letting themselves to be groped by strangers, but there's something alluring. Perhaps even more than doing this just to prove a point to your brother.Â
You don't get a chance to look around the place, since it's crowded and you're trying not to get shoved into, you're looking for a bigger space and maybe something to drink. You make it into the main room it seems. A huge couch in the shape of U looks massive but it fits into the big room perfectly. There are people everywhere and there's not a single space on the couch. However, once you make it closer and spot a tiny space, it's all forgotten and your vision naturally travels to the couple sitting there.Â
You would spot those tattoos everywhere.
Jungkook's there. And a woman sitting on his lap as you see them making out explicitly, tongues brushing against each other. Alright, a part of you envies the woman but looking around and seeing more of them staring in slight irritation and jealousy, you're not alone. You scrunch your nose at them not caring and just making out with each other in front of everyone. There's no way they don't know everyone's eyes are on them. The guys ignore them though. It's mostly women.
The one that sits on his lap and seems to be ready to jump his bones, is wearing a tiny top and mini skirt. You can see her panties and you feel embarrassed to witness the tiny piece of underwear. Well, she doesn't seem to care.
His hand is on her waist, gripping it tightly as he pulls away and mutters something into her lips. She giggles, all her attention focused on him.Â
Despite knowing him for years, you've never seen him in this element. And maybe that's what your brother didn't want you to see. Not even Jungkook but everyone here. You've witnessed a few parties, but this one is completely on another level. It looks straight out of a movie and perhaps completely out of your comfort zone.Â
But you don't leave. You stick in your spot and just stare at your brother's best friend flaunting his charm all around him, but mostly aimed at the woman on his lap.Â
Since your brother that eventually came out of the bathroom told you to get out, you've decided to come after all and give him a taste of his own medicine. Maybe not exactly the same but that's why you chose one of your tight dresses. They're not special. Just a dress that almost every woman owns. But this one has thin straps and you don't get to wear a bra in it, that's how tight it is. It's the only clothing you're wearing, minus the panties of course.Â
You look good. You know you do and that's why you chose this outfit particularly. You thought the heels are perhaps too much, but luckily you opted for them instead of your sneakers. Everyone seems to be dressed like they're in a club. Not even one outfit on a woman here looks completely comfortable. And they show more skin when they wear clothing. Not that you're judging. You're not the one to talk.
And you know this choice of clothing is not only a magnet for eyes, but for unwanted touches you were counting on eventually. It's sad but it's the truth. That's why you never come alone to these things. You always have your friends with you. You would kick asses for each other and overall, you feel more protected and safe.Â
The hand that slaps your ass â that definitely looks good in this dress â causes you to turn and twist your face in anger. You spot a wasted man that smiles stupidly as if he did something cute. You shove him in the chest causing him to stumble into a few people who start to curse at him and complain.
âTouch me one more time and I will fucking kick your ass.â you spit at him.Â
Your ass might look good but that's not an open invitation for strangers or anyone to touch you unwillingly.Â
He gains his balance and his drunk features twist into anger. You see it. He's angry because you're not all over his dick because he touched you. First of all, he's not even hot. And he's wasted out of his mind. There's nothing hot about it.Â
He doesn't make it too close because you push him again, causing him to fall this time.
âYou bitch!â he yells, having a trouble to stand up and you cover your mouth to shield the giggle that makes it out.Â
One of the guys that he stumbled into turns around, ready to curse. But as your eyes lock, all the amusement fades away and your eyes widen in a sudden fear. Shit.
It takes a moment for your brother to register that it's you â perhaps the exposed skin causes him to widen his eyes too before they twist into anger.
âWhat the fuck.â
âI was invited.â you automatically argue, yelping once he makes his way toward you and grabs you by your forearm. He kicks the bastard that still tries to stand up and starts leading you elsewhere. No, he's not leading you but dragging you with him.
It's not the initial reaction you had in mind. You wanted to smirk, to show him that you're here and there's nothing you can do about it. But that's out of the picture because in the end, you're just a little girl that maybe loves to piss off her brother, but once you truly piss him off you back away.
That realization causes your anger to come back and you dig your heels into the wooden floor, trying to get out of his hold. âStop squeezing me like that!â
âWould you like to be squeezed by strangers?!â He yells over the music, both of you stopping next to a staircase.
It already happened, you wanted to say but decide to stay quiet.
He couldn't see what the stranger did to you. He only saw the man falling and stumbling into him. So the fact that he's this pissed off to see you here without even seeing what happened just minutes ago, makes you think he needs a psychiatrist. What would he do if he saw what happened?
âMaybe I want that!â you yell at him. âAnd there's nothing you can do about it!â
He pinches the bridge of his nose and tries to calm down. âWhat are you doing here.â
âI told you. I was invited.â
âI uninvited you.â
You scoff, âIt's not your party, you moron.â
âJK invited you?â
âYeah.â you shrug just to piss him off some more.
He stares at you for a moment, glaring but you glare back before he shakes his head and takes a deep breath. âFine. But you're not leaving my side.â
You scoff but he grabs your shoulders tightly.Â
âI mean it.â
âStop touching me.â You slap his hands away, his touch fading away as you're about to open your mouth to curse at him some more.
Before you can do it, someone nudges him from the left side. Your brother is about to pounce but once he sees his best friend in the flesh, he stays down but not before he's reminded of what you told him.Â
âWhat are you doing.â He questions your brother but he just scoffs in return.
âYou invited her?â
Jungkook rolls his lip piercing as he shrugs, âI did.â
âAre you out of your mind?â
âMe? You invited her first if I recall.âÂ
Your brother stares at his friend in disbelief before he glances at you. You shrug, lifting your brown.Â
âYou two are fucking unbelievable.â
Jungkook rolls his eyes, probably thinking your brother is just dramatic. Which he is. While they're too busy arguing, you don't pay attention to anything that's being said. You shamelessly eye Jungkook, spotting how blurry his lips are from the make out session you witnessed a while ago. He's got a similar outfit like you've seen him during the day. The only difference is that he's wearing all black.Â
âListen you two, I will stay out of your sight, okay?â
âNo fucking way!â Your brother argues while Jungkook sighs in exhaustion.Â
âI'm just gonna have a few drinks and meet new people.â
âThese people are not for you to meet or be friends with.â
âWho said anything about being friends?â you mutter, causing your brother to curse at you once more.
âNoââ He stops you before you can interrupt him, âYou invited her, so you will look after her.â
âMe?â JK frowns, disliking the idea. While you would be slightly offended by the lack of interest when it comes to you, you're also irritated that your brother here is acting the same. Only this time he's giving the responsibility to Jungkook.Â
âYes, you! You invited her, so you'll watch over her tonight. If anything happens to her, I will personally kill you,âÂ
God. He's so full of himself. If Jungkook wanted, he could knock him out with one punch. But you don't say it to hurt his male ego and boost Jungkook's one. It seems they're full of ego.Â
âAnd I'm not joking.â
He brushes past you two and leaves angrily. To probably shove his tongue down to any first girl he sees.Â
And from the looks of it Jungkook looks like he would rather much do the same. But then he looks at you, reminded of his current responsibility. You.Â
âListenâyou don't have to look after meâI can handle myââ
âAre you okay?â
âWhat?â
He stares you down, not in the creepy way to stare at your body but almost looking for anything that could give him answers to his question.
âI've seen what happened.â
âYou've seen it?â you breathe out, âI'm fine.â
âYou sure?â
âI handled it.â you grit through your teeth.
âYou did,â he agrees much to your surprise. âOr maybe you were just lucky.â
âWhat's that supposed to mean?â You trash with your hands, but he catches your wrist. Gently. But he has his hold on you and your breath catches in your throat. He pulls you closer.
âWhat if it was someone who wouldn't be so wasted? Hm?â
You gulp, glancing at his lips for a split second before you find his dark eyes on yours. âIt happened with people around us. Someone would step in.â
He scoffs, âDon't count on it too much.â
âThey wouldââ
âSome of them. Not all of them,â he informs you.Â
You're reminded that he knows these parties. He knows how it's going. And while no one would mess with him personally, it doesn't mean everyone is as safe as him. Let alone any women. That much you've realized and you haven't even been here for a half an hour.Â
âWhat if he waited until you're drunk to take you somewhere else?â
You breathe out shakily, âStop.â
âWhat if he dragged you upstairs? And that's just the start of what he might've done.â
âFucking stop.â you warn him with your eyes but he doesn't budge.Â
He tames you like you're a fucking dog.
âYour brother's right. You're staying with me.â
âAnd staring at you making out all night?â
You shut your mouth as soon as your response gets out. Jungkook tilts his head tiniest bit to the side and the corner of his mouth lifts up. âYou were watching.â
âIt was hard not to. Everyone was watching.â
âThat's not an excuse.â
You inch closer, licking your lips. âIt wasn't supposed to be.â
He stares at your lips before his touch disappears and so its warmth does. âYou're not leaving my side.â
You scoff but he glares at you which surprisingly shuts you up.Â
âI can give you alcohol, you can have fun. But you're not leaving my side.â
âYou're worse than my brother.â That's a stretch and you both know it, but you've never seen Jungkook acting like this. He never really cared. He never had to in the first place. That's what your brother was for.Â
He inches closer, hovering over you like only his presence can. âI can be worse.â
And somehow, that sounds like a promise. Once he motions for you to follow him, you do like a lost poppy with gritted teeth and anger bubbling inside you. But you don't disobey. Perhaps it's the shock or the weird feeling in the pit of your stomach that makes you buzz with excitement.Â
Fuck.Â
It's not hard not to have a crush on someone like Jungkook. He's hot, he's confident but not in the way where he's full of himself. He has every reason to be confident.
And just like he promised, he has managed to give you drinks that surprisingly taste good. They're not too strong and something tells you he purposely picked those out for you. You don't complain. They don't cause you to make grimaces at every gulp and you can feel yourself relax. In the corner your brother watches you with glare, reminding you of something that should feel like punishment.Â
Perhaps it does.
Jungkook has you seated next to him, back on the couch. The woman he made out with sits on the opposite side, sending daggers next to you. You roll your eyes very publicly, scoffing and making sure she sees you.Â
âJK, can we go somewhere else?â You hear her annoying sweet voice, while Jungkook himself looks slightly irritated that he has you on his watch. âUpstairs?â she suggests.
âSorry, love, can't.â
She huffs out, âWhy? Because you're babysitting?â
You move sideways to face her, leaning through Jungkook as you glare at her. âMaybe he just doesn't want your tongue shoved in his mouth.â
Jungkook sighs, lifting his hand to your collarbones to move you back but you don't budge.Â
âOh yeah? He wants more than that.â she informs you.Â
âGod, you're so desperate.â
âExcuse me?!â
âBehave.â Jungkook warns you, pushing slightly harder and finally, you plop back onto your spot and fume with arms crossed.Â
âTell your bitch to behave.â
âY/N.â Jungkook warns through his teeth. You stop, realizing that this is the first time he said your name. Still fuming, you give him a glare before standing up.
âWhat did you just call me?â
âCome on.â Jungkook stands up too before you can make things worse and he's going to be caught up in a girls fight. This is not the night he planned.
He doesn't drag you like your brother did. He still rests his hand against your back and leads you in a direction. You don't protest. You want to but anything's better than being in the blonde's presence one more second.Â
When you realize you're standing next to your brother who's leaning against the wall, watching the two of you with a knowing and quite pleased smirk.Â
âDude. That's enough.â
âAre you having any issue with my sis, JK?â
Jungkook rolls his eyes, âYou made your point.â
âNo, I don't think I have.â
âYou two are annoying.â he sighs, closing his eyes.
âExcuse me? What have I done?â you exclaim, hand on your chest as he gives you a knowing look that shuts you up.
It's more than clear. Jungkook has brought you to your brother, so he could deal with you rather than he has to. It bruises your ego, but only slightly because you don't let any guy do any permanent damage. But you have to be honest. It's slightly embarrassing how he wants to shake you off. Clearly his plans for tonight have been different and watching the blondie still waiting for him patiently makes your night even worse, knowing what exactly he had planned.Â
âYou made me a huge cockblocker, bro.â you interrupt their bickering. It feels refreshing not to be the one bickering with your brother.Â
Which reminds you that for the first time, you actually see them in some sort of argument even though it's not exactly a fight. Your brother as always is a pain in the ass and Jungkook's now experiencing it. You don't understand why Jungkook just doesn't let you go? Why did he insist on having you by his side at all times?Â
Most likely, he doesn't want to piss off your brother.
Jungkook throws you yet another glare, but you brush him off pretty easily. âIt's not about that.â
You give him a look which makes him groan.
âIt's not just about that.â
And then they continue again. Your brother complains about your presence here, blames Jungkook rather than your own decision to come. He knows you. He knows you've done it to mess with him and it worked. But he expected better from Jungkook.Â
You don't want to hear any second of it any longer. You don't wait for Jungkook's response, not even when you see his frown deepen and you know he's getting angrier by every word your brother spits in his face.
Using the tiny chance where they don't pay you any attention, you distance yourself from them. When you're in a safe distance and are not stopped by one of them, you make a run for it. Grabbing a wine bottle from someone's hold, ignoring them complaining, you make it upstairs and try to find a place where you can be alone. Before they find you.
You know once they notice you're not there, they'll be looking for you. Well, your brother will for sure. Even though he can be a dick, he's worried. But let him. That's what he gets for not letting you enjoy tonight.Â
Passing by people who either mingle or make out, you try a few doors that are locked. Wise decision. Another reason why Jungkook seems to know how these parties go. It seems almost impossible to find a place where no one is.Â
Just when you become tired and desperate, you make it to the quieter part of the house. It's weird because there are people everywhere. It's impossible to find somewhere quiet and empty.Â
Luckily for you, you end up in a room that seems to be some sort of office. It's medium sized, definitely not one of the biggest rooms in this massive house, but still bigger than your kitchen and room together.Â
It seems Jungkook has forgotten to lock this room. There's nothing special about it though. But he definitely doesn't want anyone to have sex on the wooden desk you pass by. There are a few shelves with books and a lamp, but other than that it's pretty empty. Oh, and there's a small couch. It looks expensive but it seems like they've brought it here just to put it somewhere. Not that it doesn't fit in here.
But it definitely doesn't look as expensive as the furniture you've managed to see in your short stay here. What has it been? Two hours? Two awful hours and no fun.Â
Making it onto a small balcony, you sigh in relief when you find it open. It's facing the back of the house and your mouth drops when you see a fountain, pool and a garden in the distance. He's filthy rich. His parents are.
Sitting on the cold ground, you take a sip of the wine. Your features scrunch in disgust but you force yourself to drink. It's more from the whole annoyance and anger you've been feeling ever since you came here.
Maybe they were right.
This place is not for you.
You have no idea how long you end up sitting there.Â
You just stare, hearing the blasting music in the distance and the chatter of people. You wonder if any neighbor called the police on him. But they're in the distance, probably they don't hear it as much.
There's a forest around you. There are no cars, no barking and no city noise. You wonder how this place feels like when there's no party. It must be calm and relaxing.
âHere you are.â
You hear it as soon as the balcony door slides open, ignoring the hint of annoyance in his voice as you take another gulp.
âYou can't disappear like that!â
You chuckle, âReally? Watch me.â
âYour brother went crazy when you disappeared.â
âSounds like a him problem.â you shrug.
âAre you drunk?â
You give him a look, a lazy smile making it onto your face.
âWhere did you get that?â
âYou know this is the most you've spoken to me since I've known you.â you take a note out loud.
He ignores you though. âYou're gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.â
âSounds like a me problem, no?â
âGod, you're such a brat,â he groans, âAnd get off the ground, you're gonna get sick.â
Snorting, you shake your head. âYou're acting just like my brother.â
âYou're irresponsible.â
That causes you to get a whiplash from how fast you glare at him. âI am not. Y'all act as if I can't do things on my own. Not only does my brother try to control me and watch over my shoulder every goddamn minute, you started doing it too!â
âHe's worried about you.â
âWhatever,â you grumble, âGo back to blondie and leave me alone. Or snitch to my brother about my whereabouts, I'm sure he will get me out of here.â
He stays though. He doesn't move and doesn't speak for a moment. Instead, he sighs and sits next to you.Â
âI wanted you to have fun.â
âWell, that didn't work, did it?â
âLook at you,â he chuckles, nudging lightly on your shoulder. âYou seem to have fun on your own.â
âYeah, spending Valentine's Day alone on the balcony of my brother's best friend is just so much fun.â
He laughs. He actually laughs and gives you an approving nod once he realizes you're right. âYou're not alone anymore.â
You give him a look but before he can elaborate, he motions toward the bottle in your hand with his head.Â
âGive me that.â
âNo, this is the only fun I have.â
âC'mon, I will drink with you.â
Your surprise comes out before you give him a suspicious look. âYou will?â
âYeah.â he agrees and takes the bottle you hesitantly give him.
He takes a small sip, not a few gulps as you expect him to. âIs that all you got?â
âFor tonight, yeah.â
âWhy?â you question.
âI will take you home.â
You scoff, but then he continues.Â
âAfter you decide you wanna go home.â
âReally?â Your surprise makes it out again. âYou're not gonna kick me out?â
âI would never kick you out.âÂ
You make a face, âBut my brotherââ
âYour brother can be a dick sometimes.â
âWoah.â
âDon't act like you don't know it.â
âI do, but I'm just surprised you're the one saying it.â
He sets the bottle on the other side of him. It doesn't go unnoticed by you but you decide not to fight with him, especially once you feel the alcohol doing its job.Â
âWell, I've seen it from his side and I gotta be honest, he's protective. Sometimes overly but he's not doing it because he hates you, y'know?â
âI know he doesn't hate me,â you inform him. âIt's just annoying sometimes.â
âBut now I've seen more of your side and he should just let you live.â
You nod in appreciation with lips pursed, âWow, thank you.â
He smiles, âYou still do a lot of stuff just to get back at him. You're not making it any easier, huh?â
You laugh, âIt's my rebellion.âÂ
You sit there for a moment in complete silence. Jungkook stands up and leaves. You act as if you're not disappointed but before you can reach for the bottle that Jungkook has left here, the door slides open again and Jungkook wraps a blanket around you.Â
âDon't look so surprised.â
âWow, JK does something nice for a girl?â
âI can do a lot of nice things.â
âIs there a double-meaning or?â you trail off, causing him to laugh as he shakes his head.
âNot like that.â
Yeah, because you're his brother's best friend.
Not that you would ever want something with him. Only in your most secretive dreams but that's beside the point. Jungkook is not boyfriend material. You've seen it today more than ever. But you can't deny that he attracts you in the weirdest way possible. You have never experienced that with anyone.Â
He's your type. When it comes to looks. And you're slightly ashamed to admit that some of his behavior attracts you. Basically, it's a red flag but what do they say? I'm color blind?
âHow are you not freezing?â
It's February and you're sitting on a balcony.Â
âI'm drunk.â
God, you're going to end up sick. Even your drunk self scolds you.Â
âYou wanna go home?â
âNot yet.â
He nods, not protesting as you both stare ahead. Your thoughts run wild, even in their slow pace because of alcohol flowing in your system.
âI was so annoyed because today's Valentine's Day,â you start, chuckling at yourself. âAt first I thought I was just annoyed because everyone's in love and everything about today is about love. I do think it's overrated though.â
âI don't know, I never cared about it to be honest.â
You laugh, âDid you make today's party for all anti-romanticists?â
âNo, I would've done it either way.â he chuckles.Â
âDid you ever make something romantic for Valentine's Day?â
He makes a face, frowning but silently laughing amusingly at the thought of it. âNo.â
âYou know what? I think I was more annoyed that secretly maybe I crave for something romantic. Not necessarily a relationship.â
âOr maybe you just feel the pressure of today's ridiculous holiday and people around you.â
You snort, âYou're just saying that because you're not in love.â
âLove's not for me. Not that kind at least.â
âAnd what kind?â
âI loved our family dog.â
You laugh, âThat's different. I'm not talking about that.â
âI know you don't. Just sayin', love has all forms.âÂ
You hum, sighing before you start shivering.Â
âCome on, let's go inside. You're freezing.â
âButââ
âWe don't have to go home.â
âOr maybe I should. I'm getting tired. And I think I'm gonna throw up.â
âYou were mixing hard liquor with wine. You will.â he agrees and once you nudge him, he laughs at you. âC'mon, you little brat. It's time to go home.â
As he makes sure you don't fall on the stairs, giving you the support you almost stumble when your brother makes his way toward you, breathless and relieved once he sees you.
âWhere the hell have you been?! I've been looking for you everywhere. We've been looking for you! Why do you have the blanket?â
âFound her on the balcony.â
âWhat were you doing there?!â He screeches.
âDon't worry, I wasn't going to jump. But if I'm gonna have to keep up with your annoying ass for one more second, maybe I will.â
âYou're drunk.â He scoffs.
âAnd honest.â you add.
âAnd where are you going?â
âI'm gonna take her home.â Jungkook answers, helping you with the last step as your brother stares with mouth wide open.Â
âLike the hell you will! You were drinking.â
âI wasn't,â he responds. âNot since I was with her anyway.â
âDoesn't mean you don't have alcohol in you.â
âI don't. I'm fine.â
You didn't even realize he wasn't drinking anymore. God. You really can be a pain in the ass too. But that's your brother's doing though. He should've never ordered Jungkook to look after you.Â
âYou're the one who reeks of alcohol,â Jungkook informs him calmly, âOr you want someone else to take her?â
He shakes his head, still hesitant. He walks closer to you and wraps the blanket tighter around your form. âAre you gonna be fine?â
âYeah, I trust Jungkook. Don't you?â
âI do.â He doesn't hesitate.Â
He gives one final nod to Jungkook as he leads you out of the house. As you're walking out of it, you spot blondie with a group of what seems like her friends, glaring the shit out of you. You stick out your tongue when Jungkook's busy opening the door for you. The look on your face causes you to smirk.
Jungkook gets you inside his flashy car and you're kinda doomed that you're too drunk to look around and appreciate the expensive type of vehicle. You're drifting in and out of your consciousness. But you notice Jungkook stopping in front of a convenience store, informing you he'll be right back. And he is. It seems like he's been gone for a minute because you close your eyes, open them and he's already there.
The drive and walk to your home is quick. You get to walk on your own, much to your embarrassment there are no accidents of stumbling or falling. As soon as you make it past your doormat, you make it inside your bathroom and throw up in the sink. It's embarrassing once you hear Jungkook behind you, helping you with your hair. He doesn't say anything, just letting you throw up everything that's currently in your stomach.Â
âI should take a shower.â
âFuck that. Go lay down. I will lock the door.â
âLock?â
âYour brother gave me his spare keys.â
âOh.â
After a few minutes of bickering, you still insist on taking a shower. Jungkook sighs and lets you do your own thing, patiently waiting in the living room. Once you make it out in your pajamas that consist of your brother's huge t-shirt, you find him scrolling through his phone.Â
âYou gonna be fine?â
âYeah, yeah.â You're seconds from passing out. You might've stumbled in the bath a few times but you hope he didn't hear that.Â
You drag your feet to your bedroom and fall onto bed. You'll cover yourself later. As soon as you lay down, you ignore your spinning head and the disgusting taste of vomit that is still present, even though you've brushed and rinsed your teeth even in your drunken state.
The night is wild.
You throw up a few times, finding a prepared bucket beside your bed but unfortunately, you don't make it into it the first time. Once you wake up with a messy and aching head, you notice vomits on your floor and you cringe at yourself. Disgusting.Â
You wake up around twelve, finally in a better state to leave your eyes open without having to vomit everywhere. You're about to reach for your phone, knowing you're going to have at least a dozen messages from your brother. But you stop yourself as you stare at things that weren't on your nightstand before.
There's a glass of water. A box of painkillers and a chocolate bar wrapped in a package filled with pink and red hearts.Â
There's a note stuck to it.Â
'Happy Valentine's Day, JK'
You stare, reading the note over and over again.Â
And they say romance is dead.
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Steve sits with his head pressed against the steering wheel.
In the passenger seat, Robinâs doing her make up.
âWhat are we doing here, Rob?â
âYou mean like, in the cosmic soul searching sense, or here specifically?â
âHere. Specifically.â
âWell, your beautiful brunette boyfriend-â
âYou donât score points for alliteration. And heâs not my boyfriend.â
âAll right then, the man who is under the distinct impression that heâs your boyfriend, suggested we all hang out together. So we are here. At the place I suggested.â
âBecause you know I hate it here.â
Robin makes a non committal noise, Steve looks, sheâs pulling the horrendous mascara face. He goes back to resting his forehead on the steering wheel.
Steve does hate it here. Reminds him of...fucking work brunches with his father and Sunday lunches with his mother and he just. Hates it.
Steve sighs like a Victorian maid whoâs betrothed has not yet returned from sea. Heâs certain heâll die from consumption at any minute.
âShut up you big baby,â Robin tells him as she fluffs her hair, âall I want is to finger bang this chick in the bathroom and then rub my cunt on her face, is that too much to ask?â
And Robin has been wholly supportive of Steve so far, so, âno, I suppose-what the fuck Robin? Did you choose this place because-â
âI like the bathrooms-â
â-the bathrooms are nice-â
âWhat?-â
âOh you fucking-â
âTheyâre romantic kindaâ.â
âTheyâre bathrooms, Robin!â
âThe lighting is good. I like the vibe.â
âOh my god.â
Steveâs stares mournfully after his best friend. Sheâs at the bar with Chrissy, because Chrissy wanted to watch the guy make their cocktails, look he does tricks with the thing, like in that old movie with Tom Cruise.
Steve could physically feel himself ageing as she spoke.
âItâs so cool theyâre dating.â Steve does not point out that whatever Robin's about to do to Chrissy, it will be a four letter word, but that four letter word is not âdateâ.
âYou think?â
Eddie smiles big. The dimples come out. Huge happy brown fucking cow eyes. Heâs not attractive Steve reminds himself viciously. Heâs playing with his cutlery because he canât sit still and...his chins too pointy. Or something. âWell yeah. Itâd be so cool if they get married.â
Steve nearly chokes on his drink.
âHey man, you okay?â
âFine, fine,â Steveâs nose is burning from the bubbles going up there, âwhat makes you think theyâll get married?â
âWell...why would you date someone if you canât see it going somewhere?â Steve hopes this is going somewhere; like to a bed, specifically, âso thereâs a chance, right? I can tell Chris really likes her. I hope itâs like, a long term thing.â
Steve feels himself slow blink. He doesnât explain to Eddie that you date someone because you want to stick your penis in them. Eddie turns to watch the girls again, they laugh, and Eddie grins at them, all happy and fond.
Steve sighs.
âYou okay?â
âSorry?â
âYou just...you donât seem so happy to be here man. Kind of tense.â
Steve has no idea how Eddie even noticed, usually people donât notice. Or usually people donât care, but it amounts to the same thing because coming to somewhere like this is just the step you take before you step into a bedroom.
âI...I actually donât really like it here much.â
Eddie looks at him, leans close. Heâs ready to really listen. He...cares. About Steve. Steve wonders if heâs going to come up in a rash; it feels like the sort of thing he should be allergic too. He wonders vaguely if thereâs antihistamines in the glove box.
âWhy?â
âWell...I.â Steve pulls a face. He doesnât talk about...meaningful things, but he figures it canât hurt this once, he can be vague. Especially if it increases the chance of doing the no pants dance with Eddie, âI donât have the best relationship with my parents. I mean, theyâre good parents, I had really good nannies growing up, had a great education, the best boarding school, they funded my degree, gave me a solid start at work, so they are great...we just donât exactly get on all the time. We used to come here for pretty much every family meal.â
Eddieâs frown deepens the more Steve talks, âhow often were the...family meals?â
âI donât know,â Steve hums, âholidays I guess, when I was away, and then...maybe fortnightly? We donât do it now, obviously.â
âOh. Me and uncle Wayne had one meal a day together, at least, when I lived there. It was like, a house rule.â
âOh thatâs...youâre close?â To Steve that already sounds like something out of the fucking Brady Bunch.
âYeah. Speaking of which, heâs invited you to dinner.â
âDinner?â Steve asks weakly.
âYeah, since youâre courting that boy, he said.â Eddie puts his hands up to do the air quotes. And then he grins. That big stupid grin. He looks so happy. So genuinely happy to see Steve. So happy about the prospect of just...seeing him again.
Steve does not point out that a blow job at a garden party, humping each other in a public bathroom, and one co ed BBQ does not courting make.
âRight.â
âAwesome, Iâll let you know when,â Eddie drums two forks on the edge of the table. Steve stares at his bony wrists. His mind suggests phrases like, âslenderâ and âdelicateâ and Steve ignores those and thinks about how he could very easily hold both of those wrists in one hand. âlisten, do you want to get out of here?â
âSorry?â
âWell, the girls wonât care,â and heâs probably right there, âand you donât like it here, and I donât care where I am as long as itâs with you.â
Steve riffles through his internal Rolodex and comes up blank; no one has ever said anything that sincere to him in his life. And Eddie means it too; he means everything he says in a completely unguarded way Steve has literally never encountered before. Itâs like meeting an alien. Steve wants to put him under a microscope.
âI just want you to have a nice time, you know. I want you to be happy.â
Eddie reaches out and takes Steveâs hand.
Steve lets him.
Part Six
#eddie munson#steve harrington#stranger things#steddie#pre getting together#pre steddie#robin buckly#steve and robin#ficlet#platonic stobin#ornamental fountain steve#age gap steddie#buckingham#chrissy cunningham#eddie and chrissy
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Casual Sweetness
Pairing: Roommate!Bucky x reader
Summary: You seek out your roommate and best friend Bucky for comfort after a girls night out leaves you shaken up.
Word count: 2.3k
Warnings: slight mentions of handsy strangers at a bar (nothing graphic); so much comfort
Authorâs note: I donât know where this came from. I started writing it, then finished it and now itâs existing and Iâm putting it out there.
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Never once has a night out with your girls left you this unsatisfied. Or, shaken, really. Every pre-planned rendezvous or spontaneous meet-up at a local bar with Wanda and Nat had always been a reliable escape from the daily grind.
You three like to cozy up at home, preferably at Wandaâs, and binge-watch a worthy series. And while that held its certain appeal, every once in a while you would find yourselves dancing and drinking, surrounded by people who wouldnât remember enough of you, if the amount of liquor drove you to making decisions that sober you wouldnât have even thought of. It has always provided an outlet for stress and helped you recharge.
Not tonight though. The strangers in the new bar you girls tried out tonight were far too handsy, your head started pounding uncomfortably even before taking the first sip and thinking about the bartender only makes dread pooling in your gut.
You also werenât able to distract your mind, or rather your heart.
Usually, you would think about getting an Uber to meet up with your friends but Bucky always insisted on driving you when he wasnât busy. But really, he never seemed to be, anyway. Not when it meant you would have to leave the apartment on your own. Nothing had his priority other than chauffeuring you around. You never asked him to do that, he just had a habit of insisting and there was nothing you could do. He had told you as much.
And tonight was no exception. He had sprung up from the couch, movie already paused, and keys in hand when you had emerged from the bathroom and practically ushered you into his car to drive you to the bar you girls had agreed on meeting at.
âJust donât like the idea of you sitting in the backseat of some car, looking all pretty and dressed up with some guy in the front, thinking god knows what. Not taking any chances, doll, let me drive you.â
You always roll your eyes and scoff at his exaggerated concern, reminding him that it was said guyâs job to drive you to your wanted destination. You usually ignore the rest of his words. A simple shirt and jeans would hardly qualify as âdressed upâ for you and the idea of you being âprettyâ was something you would usually laugh at.
But it was hard to laugh at that when it came out of Buckyâs mouth. Your roommate. Your friend. Maybe even your best friend. But thatâs where it stopped because nothing more ever happened. And you doubted it would.
So you let his words slide and let them wash over you because if you would address them, you would start thinking. And think, you do not want to. Because thinking only leads to foolish hope. A hopeless belief, that perhaps Bucky feels what you feel and suppresses it the same way you are. A ridiculous belief that he has the same overwhelming feelings about a friend that goes way beyond what friends normally feel for each other.
So you never let yourself think too hard, shoving those feelings into a box at the very back of your mind and swallowing down the key with the hard liquor when you went out for some drinks. It always burns on its way down. Maybe itâs the alcohol, maybe itâs that lingering ache. It really is not clear to you, but it does offer you a sense of reprieve, if only temporarily.
With every hungover the next day, follows the inevitable onslaught of that knot inside your chest and that rusty key resurfaces, reopening the box and unleashing a fresh wave of longing.
It only worsens in the way he would take care of you.
Every glass of water, each soft touch, each softly whispered inquiry is a gentle prod to the already gaping wound that was caused by the feelings of unrequited love.
The pancakes he would bring to your bed - because you were too grumpy to leave it - never satisfies the nourishment your soul craves. The pain relievers he would put on your nightstand, already there when youâd get back, would only serve as a cruel reminder that nothing could relieve the ache inside your chest.
With every âYou feeling better, doll?â and âThere anything else I can do for you, sweetheart?â the ache deepens, spreading like wildfire through your veins, reaching your bones and searing through them like branding irons with the intention to leave marks that you believe to be permanent.
The hangover eventually leaves your body, but your heart festered.
However, the ache is not always the dominant emotion in Buckyâs presence. It isnât always the first thing you acknowledge. First and foremost, being in Buckyâs proximity elicits a profound sense of comfort and warmth.
It let the butterflies in your stomach flutter uncontrollably with every belly laugh he let out unabashedly, tipping his head back and squeezing his eyes shut, crinkles forming at their corners.
Your heart does unwanted flips at every pet name Bucky lets casually slip passed his lips, seeming so nonchalant about calling you âdollâ and âsweetheartâ but to you it means everything.
Every tender gesture leaves you breathless. You had been living with him for nearly a year now and you had come to acknowledge how sharing a space with him had become a delicate balancing act between euphoria and agony.
Bucky would bring you a hot water bottle at times when your cramps got too bad, or simply when you experienced menstrual discomfort, trying to soothe you with sweets he extra went out for.
He would jokingly chastise you to fold your clothes before storing them in the closet to prevent them from wrinkling and tease you when you didnât. But it always ended with him taking matters into his own hands and carefully folding your clothes while you watched him from your bed, making fun of him when he turned red attending to your undergarments, despite trying to remain indifferent.
He would cook with and for you, make you coffee in the mornings, distract you with terrible jokes when you had a bad day, and leave you to it when all you needed was some me-time, only checking in when he needed to be sure you were okay.
His casual sweetness was a constant assault on your composure.
But right now, as you klick the door to your shared apartment shut and slip out of your shoes with a heavy sigh, it is all you can think of. His gentle touch, the sparkling blue of his eyes, the cheerfulness of his smile that makes your insides do somersaults.
It is still early. Earlier than you had ever been home after a night out and youâre sure Bucky is still awake. The lights in the living room are out which means he is in his room, perhaps engrossed in his laptop, reading a book, or idly scrolling through his phone.
Yet, you hesitate, staying rooted to the spot in the hallway. It was nothing unusual for you to knock on Buckyâs door, sometimes simply barging in if you felt particularly bold or just wanted to annoy him. But you had never sought him out before simply because you needed him. Needed his comfort, his reassuring whispers, the warmth that radiates off him and seeps into your skin.
So to buy some time, you retreat to the bathroom; emptying the contents of your bladder, splashing water on your face, and brushing your teeth.
There is only so much time you can stall, and soon enough you find yourself standing in front of Buckyâs bedroom door, clothes discarded and changed for more comfortable sleepwear. There is no noise filtering through the wall of his room but the soft glow seeping beneath the door offers a glimmer of hope.
You try to soothe the shakiness of your hands and rub them along the fabric of your shirt before lifting one hand to knock on his door. The sound is softer than intended, but Buckyâs gentle âcome inâ was immediate.
Opening the door slowly you find him leaning against the headboard of his bed, dark sheets loosely draped around his waist. His grey shirt makes him look cozy and in his lap lay a book. One you had recommended him to read.
Your body reacts in an instant, shoulders dropping ever so slightly and a breath leaves your lips at the comfort he already provides.
âYouâre back early,â he starts when you keep standing at the door unmoving, âdidnât expect you home tilâ midnight at least.â
The familiar cadence of his tone provides you the sense of stability you had needed to let go of his doorknob, however, the teasing in his voice wasnât lost on you. He seems to have expected you to tumble through the door at an ungodly hour, dropping in your bed and waking the next morning with a hangover worse than the last time.
You assume the bottle of water and the painkillers already found their place on your nightstand.
A huffed laugh leaves your lips but your expression remains unchanged as you shift awkwardly in his doorway. âUh, yeah, we decided to leave earlier. Werenât really feeling it, I guess.â You shrug, attempting to sound nonchalant, but Buckyâs brow begins to furrow softly and he shuts his book, placing it on his nightstand without taking his eyes off you.
âYou alright, doll?â His voice was devoid of the teasing tone he had held moments before, âdid something happen?â His eyes are intense, scanning your face and you break eye contact, letting your gaze wander across his room as if you see it for the first time.
You take a deep breath, hands twisting nervously and your heart picks up in pace. âI, uhmâŚItâs-â You stumble over your words, a shaky breath escaping your mouth instead of a coherent answer.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Bucky shift on his bed, straightening as if preparing to come closer to you but your next words halt him in his movements.
âCan I maybe stay with you? Tonight?â
It comes out more pleading and quieter than wanted but you donât care about that right now. Not with the way Bucky looks at you. He is halfway out of the bed already, sheets thrown back onto the mattress but he still doesnât take his eyes off you.
âCourse you can stay, doll! Of course you can.â
Buckyâs voice holds a reassuring firmness, while he still talks softly. Your teeth clamp down on your lower lip, watching him cross the room to you and placing his hands gently on your upper arms to take a better look at you. His eyes move between yours, brows deepening, concern etching itself into every line of his face.
âYou wanna tell me what happened? Somebody make you uncomfortable?â There is something in his tone you canât concentrate on, only shaking your head at his questions.
âI donât- Can we not-â Your words were cut short by the gentle touch of Buckyâs hand on your face. His thumb begins to steadily swipe over your cheekbones so tenderly, a shiver rushes down your spine. He had never touched you like this before and you are trying your very best not to let your eyes droop and melt into him.
âWe donât have to talk about this right now, doll, I just-â So many emotions are swirling in the depth of his blues, his worry still the most outstanding. âJust wanna make sure youâre okay,â he whispers. âIs there anything you need? Anything I can do?â
His thumb doesnât ease the motions over your skin and it is that you realize your hands stopped shaking and your heartbeat fell back in place without conscious effort. He has done so much for you already, without knowing it.
A deep, audible sigh escapes your lips and you offer him your first genuine smile of the night. âJust wanna stay here with you,â you whisper, your gaze locked onto his and if the world stopped moving for a second you would be none the wiser.
The comforting circles of his thumb paused and you feel that damned rusty key turning in the deadbolt of the lock to the box of your feelings, opening them with a screech and letting the contents spill out, open for him to see. And there comes the hope again. The belief that the depths of his eyes reflect the very same emotions you have plastered on your face.
But how can you not believe it when his expression holds something that looks to you a lot like love. A love, an affection, that, as youâve established goes way beyond friendship.
Warm lips brush against your forehead and you let your eyes close for a second, savoring the feel of them. Gentle hands guide you towards his bed and you move like putty, allowing yourself to be enveloped in the soft sheets, full of his scent.
Bucky crawls in beside you, laying his body to face yours and you canât help but study the way the soft glow of the moon that seeps through the curtains, reflect on the planes of his face, after he shut off the little lamp on his bedside table.
âThank you, Bucky!â you whisper, the sound almost getting lost in the sheets, but he hears you, a soft smile forming on his lips, the moon allowing you to see it.
âNot for this, sweetheart. Never for this,â he whispers back and you let your eyes fall shut with a content sigh.
Right before sleep can claim you, you feel the comforting weight of his hand, covering your own over the sheets and silently linking with your fingers.
âIâve found a natural drug for all of my panic, anxiety, and anger. Itâs his voice. Itâs him.â
- J.R. Rogue
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Breakfast in Bed
A/N: just a dadstarion drabble. feeding as a love language. mdni.
word count: ~ 3000
tags/warnings: sfw, shameless fluff, soft spawn astarion, baby fic, mentions of reader being pregnant in past tense, breastfeeding, soft blood-drinking (? lol), tav reader, mom reader, soft vampire romance, hints of angst, just lots of sweetness, playing fast and loose with dnd lore about dhampirs and vampires.
You're enjoying a rare deep sleep when a small yet powerful sound jolts you into a state of semi-consciousness with alarming urgency. You can barely register your own body around you, attempting to roll and shift. Suddenly, you feel a familiar cool hand touch your shoulder. "Shhh, it's alright, love. I've got her."
Astarion. He must have sensed your panic at your daughter's cries before he even had the chance to grab her himself. You sigh in relief as he quickly moves to soothe her.
"Gods below, whatever could be making that absolutely hideous sound? Has a little gremishka gotten into our home?" He says with a heavy dose of sarcasm as he pads over to her cot.
Untangling yourself from the bedding, you open your eyes just in time to see Astarion gently lifting your tiny daughter out of her bassinet.
"Darling, waking up your mother so early?" He tuts. "And here I was hoping to make this a peaceful morning."
Despite his mock scolding, his expression betrays the softness of his eyes, wide with adoration. His lips curl upwards in a carefree way that you've never quite seen from him with anyone else. A secret smile that only she can pull from him. She scruches her little legs, and he places a gentle kiss to the top of her head, his hand covering almost her entire back. He coos to her as her cries taper out into little whines. Nestling her close to his chest, Astarion tucks her tiny head under his chin. Rocks her gently while shushing her until she goes quiet.
You watch as her tiny scrunched body relaxes as she calms in his hold. So enchanted you are by the two of them that it takes a moment for you to notice the aroma of food coming from behind you. You turn around and see a small tray on your nightstand with a bowl of porridge, two hard-boiled eggs, toast, and some blackberries.
Once again, you find yourself struck by how much he's changed in the years since the Nautaloid. He never used to cook for you before, and you never resented him for it. You couldn't expect him to be enthusiastic about cooking when he couldn't even taste what he made for you.
All of that changed after the news of your impending little one broke. He had quietly taken to practicing a few basic meals for you. They often lacked the amount of seasoning you normally preferred, but with your overly tender stomach, the bland meals ended up being a blessing on days you could barely keep things down.
As you eat your breakfast, you watch the two of them. Somehow, he's always had a remarkable talent for calming her. Something else you never imagined. You used to tease him about it frequently: "Oh sure, I go through all the hard work only for you to be the favorite, then?" He had simply smirked, barely able to contain his triumphant aura.
He's talking to her now; always talking with her about anything: one tangent will lead to another story and then another. He carries on conversation with her as he would any adult, despite the fact she can't even babble yet.
Even before she was born, he would speak to her in the womb. He knew your heartbeat would be a source of comfort for her when she was born, just as it was for him. She would recognize you from it, know you. He lacked the ability to provide that same comfort but hoped his voice would make up for his lack of heartbeat.
In truth, you were awed every day by how naturally Astarion had taken to caring for her, and how much she in turned seemed to take such comfort from him. You remembered how he refused to believe it at first. How something so small and innocent and precious could possibly come from him, an undead creature. Him, with his red eyes and fangs and cold skin. He had been so afraid of frightening her with his appearance at first. You had reassured him constantly, and he had seen his own likeness in the form of portraits over the years. But he could never be sure you weren't just placating him. Could never be sure those artists weren't simply flattering him.
The first time she opened her little eyes and peered up at him, Astarion let out a sigh of relief that her irises weren't a vampiric red. As her tiny eyes bore into his, he tried to discern what their true color was. You were half-delirious from exhaustion as you watched the two of them become acquainted. Barely thinking, you sleepily suggested to him that perhaps her eye color took after his original shade from before he was turned.
Astarion grew quiet and still for a long moment, something inside of him seemingly triggered by your words. A memory locked away long ago, lost to time. For the second time that same day, his body was hit with deep racking sobs. As he cried quietly into your shoulder, he clung to the little bundle in his arms, a part of himself thought long lost now given back to him.
He brings her to you now, settling down next to you in bed. You cuddle up next to your husband and baby. He's still too enthralled with her to pass her off to you, as he often is. He kisses her little hands and cheek. He smiles radiantly, far past his fears of scaring her. You're more than content to let him hold her as you eat.
She's calmed down now, her soft delicate features smoothed and her big bright eyes looking up at you both. Those captivating eyes are like faceted gemstones, a rare shade even amongst High Elves. Her skintone is similar to yours in color but with an unsettling washed-out, pale undertone that would be alarming on any other child who wasn't a dhampir. Branches of veins show through her semi-translucent skin. Her soft, silky miniature curls were the color of milkglass.
Your little one is deceptively fragile-looking, sickly even. It's easy to forget sometimes how powerful they could potentially be one day. Even at her tender young age of eight weeks, she's a formidable one. Eating and crying with equal fervor. Small and mighty. Just as opinionated as her father.
She wastes no time in letting you know both know she has needs that must be met. Rolling towards Astarion in his arms, she presses her tiny face into his chest. Her little mouth opens up as her face nudges around his shirt, seeking nourishment. You both giggle at her frustrated attempt.
"I think that's my cue, love." You place the tray back on the nightstand and gently take her from him to nestle her in your arms. Pulling down one strap of your nightgown, you begin feeding your babe in a peaceful ritual you had mastered weeks ago with her. Astarion settles in behind you with his chin resting on your shoulder. For a few minutes, he simply watches the two of you. When he takes note of your unfinished breakfast, he grabs a handful of blackberries from the tray and holds out for you to eat at your leisure as you cradle her.
It isn't lost on him, the way in which you were the first person to ever feed him. Truly feed and nourish his body, with the very blood from your own body nonetheless. Never in a million years did he ever think he would one day witness you feeding his child with that same body. An entirely brand new soul, somehow born of your union. Innocent, beautiful and alive. A part of Astarion was alive again, and he could hardly believe it even as he faced each new challenge head-on.
Since she was born, he would sometimes go without feeding for days at a time. Though the elk, deer and boars that populated the nearby woods provided ample prey for him, you knew he hated leaving you two behind even for a few hours of time that it typically took for him to hunt.
He was trying to hide it, but you could tell he was starving now. His face was a little more hollow than usual, eyes a bit more sunken, skin paler and colder. It was truly a testament to how much he adored your daughter that despite his sickly appearance, he still radiated with joy in her presence.
The blackberries run out. You tilt your head to look at him. "You should feed," eyes fixed on his. He blinks at you, obviously surprised at your suggestion. "Just a bit of my blood before you go hunting."
It takes more than a bit of willpower to stifle your giggle at his reaction. Astarion had never been one to hesitate accepting your blood.
"I- Darling, come now. You're sweet to offer, but we shouldn't. Not when you're already expending yourself," his arms snake around your waist, and his cool fingers knead into the softness of your belly comfortingly.
"Ha, trust me, this is nothing compared to feeding you while traveling and fighting for our lives in the wilderness," you assure him.
"Besides," you gesture at the jewelry around your neck. "That's what this is for."
The Amulet of Silvanus, which had already been more than useful to both of you during your time traveling, had come to have many more beneficial properties than you could have imagined at the time. It restored your blood levels, allowing Astarion to feed on you regularly. And even though he had abstained from feeding on your blood while you were with child, it had been found to also be useful in keeping your milk supply up, giving it a second use once your baby had arrived.
"It's alright," you insisted, eyes and voice soft. "I feel strong enough for this again, my love. Truly. And I trust you," your daughter continues to nurse peacefully, blissfully unaware of the conversation between her parents.
"At least let me take the edge off of your hunger, Astarion. I know you won't go too far. Besides," a smile forms on your face, unable to hold back your enthusiasm any longer. "You know I've missed it, too."
He stared at you for a moment before breaking into a smile that made your heart ache so much you swear it could have killed you.
"My love," he kisses you on the forehead, then on your lips, then both of your cheeks and your lips again. It's soft and reverent, gentle and loving.
"Always so good to me." He strokes your hair and kisses you some more before pulling away gently. His maroon eyes broke from your gaze and locked onto your little one.
"Are you sure about this, though?" There was a hint of hesitancy in his voice despite his previous enthusiasm. "I don't want to do anything that would hurt you around her," he whispered, conflict clear on his face. You considered his words carefully.
"Well..." You start with a hint of playfulness. "I don't know if you remember, dear husband, but this?" You gestured at your nursing infant. "Feeding her? It was painful at first. And we don't even know if she'll need blood one day. But if she does, I'll be providing it for you both." He looks guilty already, so before he could respond, you followed up. "But even so," you cup his cheek, gently forcing him to look you in the eye. "No matter what happens, she can't hurt me." His eyebrows raised, and he smirked at you with obvious skepticism.
"When we first found out about her, we vowed we would love her, no matter what. Even if her hunger drove her one day to drain innocent people dry." You gaze down on your little dhampir, your precious 'baby monster,' as she fed. "At the time, I was scared, but now... my love for her is so deep. I know nothing will ever change it. Nothing could ever possibly change it."
You look to him and see his eyes were round with wonder. "You don't have to if you're not comfortable, my heart. But just know you don't have to worry about hurting me. You could never hurt me, my love."
He sighed, looking at you with a sort of incredulous amusement that would normally be followed up with a statement about how nothing you say ever makes sense. Instead, he takes the hand that had been caressing his cheek and kisses it longingly.
"I'll never understand what I've done to deserve you, my dear," his nose runs along your inner wrist, savoring your scent.
"Hmm, besides helping me save the world? Well, making me laugh and being adorable definitely doesn't hurt."
"Our daughter is adorable. I am enigmatic and alluring, NOT adorable," he rolls his eyes dramatically.
"Hmm. Sorry love, but I'm afraid all evidence points to the contrary. Our daughter gets her looks from somewhere, and you know who she takes after." Astarion can't hold back his grin he looks down at her and strokes her silvery curls. The semblance between father and daughter was no small point of pride for him.
"Alright, my love. I know better than to argue with the mother of my child." He slips in behind both of you easily, pulling you up so your back is flushed to his chest, allowing yourself to lean back into him.
His arms come up under where both of yours are supporting your babe. He cradles the both of you protectively. "I've got you. I've got you both," he reassures. Your little girl continues to nurse peacefully, both parents holding her tight.
Astarion noses at the base of your neck and inhales deeply. Soft kisses pepper up and down your neck before his lips hold still in place, silently asking permission once more.
You tilt your head back against his shoulder in answer, giving him greater access. Taking a deep breath, you feel the familiar sting of his fangs breaking your skin. He was so gentle, sinking his teeth in fast enough so as not to make the sting linger, but also slow enough so as not to bruise the skin. His fangs work back and forth tenderly, taking great care to keep the bite bleeding while not opening the wound further.
You find yourself easily relaxing. "You're still gentler than she is most of the time," you joke.
His lips attach around the bite wound, gently latched just enough to keep them sealed around it. The flow of blood stayed slow and steady this way, trickling gently from you to him. In your arms, your little one is also feeding eagerly. For a moment, you can't help but giggle at how the sound of Astarion's suckling at your neck joins in with her own precious little eating noises. Her tiny ears wiggle adorably with each drink, and while he refuses to acknowledge it, you can feel Astarion's own ears make miniscule twitches when he feeds on you.
Sighing happily, you sink deeper in his embrace. You had truly missed being able to provide this for him. Time seems to slow down to a hazy crawl as you savor this moment. In the warmth of your bed, surrounded by your little family, you feel as though you could spend an eternity here. You wish you could. It wasn't easy to sacrifice so much. Give so much of yourself over to caring for your babe. But it was moments like this that had made your many sacrifices worth it.
Your undead love at your back and your tiny, half-undead infant in your arms. The feeling of his cool chest and her not-quite-warm-enough little form were somehow the most natural thing in the world. The steady beating of your heart sustaining the both of them. They were both supposed to be impossible, wrong, and profane to everything sacred and divine. And somehow, they were perfect. And you were lucky enough to have them both.
Though you're more than prepared to supplement your daughter's diet with blood the moment the need arises, you feel grateful in this moment that she's still satisfied with your milk. Melancholy borders on the edge of your warm and blissful feelings. Astarion has spoken often of how painful the blood hunger can be for him. You try to keep it to yourself, but guilt squeezes your heart when you think of her with those same hunger pains. Astarion has already sworn he will guide her through them, teach her to hunt on animals when she's strong enough. As you look upon your daughter, you can only hope to yourself that she and Astarion keep each other close, even if you one day leave them behind. There had been talks of ways the two of you could extend your lifespan, and you invested every hour you could spare into researching life-extending magic.
Yet if your endeavors failed or you died prematurely, after some time, perhaps decades, perhaps centuries in the future, you will be the one who leaves first. Astarion will remain unliving and physically unchanging, and while dhampirs were said to be more alive than undead, they were exceptionally long-lived creatures. Sources the two of you researched varied greatly, but all accounts agreed that dhampirs could outlive High Elves by centuries, possibly thousands of years if they renewed themselves with blood. Two ancient souls, undead and half-undead, largely unchanging in an ever changing world. Astarion and her would need each other.
Just as you begin to feel lightheaded, he pulls away, licking and kissing your bite to seal the wound and carefully collecting any stray strands of blood. "Easy," his arms are diligently wrapped around your babe, keeping her supported and snug. "Restore yourself, darling," he encouraged.
You nod sleepily and bring your hand up to touch the amulet. "Te Absolvo," with a soft flash of healing magic, your dizziness was instantly gone, the buzz in your head replaced with Astarion's sweet praises in your ear.
"Thank you, my love," he whispers. He presses a deep kiss into your neck, where your fresh bite mark heals. Your daughter has finished her meal now as well, and you pull your gown back up to tuck her closer to you. She snuggles up on your chest, and you stroke her back softly. She's fast asleep again already, her schedule leaning more and more each into the nocturnal with each passing day. Another early manifestion of her dhampirism.
Nocturnal sleep schedules, blood hunger, spider-climbing, shape-shifting. It didn't matter what new challenges the two of you might face with her. You trusted Astarion would be there for her. He would struggle. He would make mistakes, you know. But he has you both.
As you hum sleepily to your baby girl, Astarion nestles into your neck tenderly. He mumbles unto your skin quietly, just barely loud enough to be heard.
"You have given me everything. Thank you."
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