#i know I already saw this but still soheodejodidoekdoeksoxjwosjsoslepdlwpdoeodkeoe i love it what the hell tysm 😭😭😭💜💜

[picnicbask3t]

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* You felt better.

((AWUGHHAMN SO CUTE ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜))

[arlathen]

i dunk on skyrim a lot but it was the first non-life sim game (animal crossing, the sims) i ever really got into, back in 2016. my freshman year of college was really. really bad for me, and basically all i did was play skyrim. like four hours a day after class, twelve hours a day on weekends. and it wasnt “im depressed because i play skyrim all day” but rather “im isolated ten hours away from all my friends and family, have not made any friends, and don’t have any future goals to work toward to distract myself, so i play skyrim all day”

like if i hadn’t had skyrim to play i do not know what i would’ve done. 

[wellwhataboutme]

[banditcoyote]

Wrangled and Tangled

Sasuga stood by the sink washing the last of the dishes from tonights meal. She smiled softly to herself as her tail flicked behind her, happy about the sets of cups and plates she had picked out, feeling domesticated and settled looking over the two sets of dishes her and her lover had shared, something about them in the drying rack felt almost romantic to her. But maybe it was just the way the sunset was showing so pink and purple over the water that was making her feel that way, the cool summer breeze blowing in from the open Lanai. She hummed to herself a little as she dried her hand and reached for the first plate, ready to dry them herself, when the dish cloth was plucked out of her hands swiftly.

“Let me take care of that.” Simon said perching himself onto the counter and starting to dry one of their plates.

“All the left overs put away?” she asked leaning against the counters and bringing her wine to her lips.

“Most of them.” he said with a nod. “Except for the second helping I couldn’t resist, which is now residing in my stomach.”  

She laughed lightly, brushing her hair back behind her ear “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She said with a nod, moving to cozy up to him just a little bit, her eyes full of warmth, and maybe a bit of mischief. “Maybe we can enjoy some other things when you’re done putting those dishes away.” She said with a curl to her lips.

Simon returned the smile and took a moment to lean down to kiss her easily, drawing back with a little hum. “I can think of some things for sure.” He added. “But before we get too distracted.” He placed the clean plate down on the counter and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small ring box and placing it on the counter next to her hand. “Happy Anniversary.”

Sasuga froze at the sight of the small velvet box and her large eyes went wide, slowly looking up into Simon’s face, searching for the meaning.

Simon at once realizing what she might have thought smiled and blushed. “I know we’ve talked about it, but this is just a promise ring.”  Sasuga let go of the breath she was holding with some relief. He picked the box up and opened it. “See?” inside was a thing gold band with a small rose quartz crystal cut into the shape of a heart that side horizontal to the finger. He reached for her left hand and slid it on to her ring finger kissing it into place. “I love you Sasuga, I know that this might not be perfect, but I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.” Sasuga looked to the ring on her finger, feeling tears pull at the corner of her eyes. He hopped down from the counter “Oh no….is it too much? I know we said we weren’t going to do anything, that dinner was enough but-“

She shook her head “Don’t be stupid.” She said choking back her emotions. “I love it. I love you….Thank you.” She looked at the ring again before reaching up to tug on one of his horns pulling him down into a kiss. “Forget the dishes….come on.” She said, her tail already snaking up around his waist to guide him toward their bedroom.

Coyote woke up with a start, staring up into the dark ceiling above him. He contemplated for a moment what that dream could have meant, and his jaw tightened in his face. Did Sasuga sleep with Simon while he was away, it was the only rule he had given. Or maybe that had made the whole thing more enticing for the two of them. Still, why would Sasuga end up with Simon, he had the feeling he was absent, that house not looking familiar to him in the slightest. He closed his eyes again, almost willing it to come back to him, but some of the finer details were already fading from his memory, and all he remembered was the way the pair looked longingly at each other before they kissed. He gave a little growl and pushed himself up quickly to throw on some jeans and a shirt.

“Coyote?” Shishi asked lifting his head from where he was curled up on one of the pillows. “Where are you going?” he asked rubbing one of his eyes sleepily.

“I’m heading back to the Makai” he told Shishi as he pulled his shirt down over his torso.

The imp eyed the view appreciatively before his senses snapped back to him. “Should I be worried?” he asked knowing of Coyote’s sometimes prophetic dreams, and he wondered if he had some type of vision of Sasuga’s fights. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Coyote shook his head. “No. No. It’s nothing like that it’s….” only he wasn’t entirely sure he could begin to really understand it himself. He shook his head “Sasuga’s fine. I just need to see her. I only had that one other show at the end of the week anyway, stay here, I’ll go tell Russell to pack everything up and head on home. You’ll be fine finding a flight right? I mean, stay the night, don’t leave on my account.”

Shishi laughed “Oh it was that kind of dream was it?” he grinned. “Okay, Well, tell her I said hello and get back safely.” He said as he yawned and laid back down to sleep. “I’m sure Kurama and Gatlin will be happy to have me home, if they haven’t torn each other apart yet…”

Coyote slapped on his cowboy hat and grabbed a jacket though he felt his skin burning. “And you remember what we said about this right?” he asked as he headed toward the door.

“My lips are sealed.” Shishi murmured. “Not a word to anyone”

“Especially to Sasuga.” He confirmed hand on the door.

“Especially Sasuga.” Shishi promised “She’d probably be more upset with me than you anyway” and waved him off.

Coyote found himself easily at his ring manager’s trailer, pounding on the door. He felt bad to be waking Russell up like this but he knew he couldn’t just disappear in the middle of the night and leave Shishi to explain for  him, things looked weird enough having him around. Russell answered the door, looking as if he was still blinking back sleep. “Coyote, everything alright?” he asked looking around.

“No…Um no, there was a fire back at the ranch.” He said lying on his feet. Thinking easily of the fire at Thom’s he could use as a cover even if the time line wouldn’t match up. He figured it would never get back to Russell anyways. The manager looked concerned. “It’s nothing big, a small one thank god, no one hurt, but I really should get out there, I know we only have the exhibit at the end of the week so I was just going to head home now. Would that be too much of a pain for ya’ll to handle?”

Russell cleared the sleep from his eyes with his hand “Yeah, yeah I can handle it no problem. Take care, hope it’s as small as you say.” He said and headed back to his bed.

Coyote made one more stop, saying farewell to Poncho in his trailer, before he headed towards the nearest portal in the woods, which was still pretty far, and Coyote had to be careful no one saw him as he slipped into the woods and transformed, having to sprint as fast as he could to reach the portal before daylight. He was glad he had the foresight to try and keep his motorcycle as close to him as possible, as the only other way he could have gotten there was to fly back home and then race to her, and he wasn’t sure he could stand being on a plane the way he was feeling.  All cooped up without being able to run or move, or do anything. It would have been torture, not like the past few weeks hadn’t been. The time away from Sasuga had been harder than he’d like to admit, and he already knew he would never plan on being away from her like this again. All the time away from her he had felt like pulling his skin off. He had helped Thom around her house before he left, and at the rodeo he did more of the manual work than anyone really wanted him to. He ran Poncho as often as he felt he could without causing the poor animal too much strain, and then would run laps as fast as he could as long as he could well into the night. But it was never enough, the women that tried to greet him as soon as he stepped out of the rodeo corral still enticed him to the point he had to nearly run back to his RV. All that hair, perfume, and how the hell where they making such good bras now adays? Though he was sure that some of breasts out there weren’t only held up by a bra but maybe some type of surgery, that didn’t sway him away any. Then the fact that in some of the more populous areas there were actual demon women in the crowds, and those he really had to avoid. He was sure they’d sense something about him, and he was doing his best to be incognito. Luckily his prior years of fooling around with plenty of the women at these things rarely had any of his crew spotting him being social, so now that he was hiding out on his own it went unnoticed. Coyote tried to run himself ragged, exercise, the rodeo, his variety of plants and a few sex toys paired unironically with the body pillow he had snuck on board, none of it had done the exact trick. Which had then led him to call Shishi. It had been a long shot, but it didn’t take much convincing getting him to come out to see him in secret, even if he was a bit miffed at having to mostly stay hidden at the events. Coyote let him have the pass into where the wives or girlfriend’s normally sat, and he posed in his refinery during the events when it fancied him. It had helped tire him out, but he still hadn’t been getting enoug

He thought he could remain out here for the full month, and they had gotten so close, it was almost silly to run now. But after the dream with her and Simon he just couldn’t deny the ache he felt for his mate any longer and he had to find his way back to her. Dawn was just about to break as he reached the portal and he wasted no time heading through it and heading towards where he had hidden his bike. He felt like a dog that had gotten a scent, and he wasn’t going to rest until he got to her. **** Four days later still hours from dawn, Coyote stashed the bike behind the hotel, barely taking care to hide it, and stumbled into the lobby. He had all the faith in the world that Sasuga was still in the tournament, and held the most hope that meant she was still in the hotel room that he had the key stashed for. He limped into the lobby where the clerk paled at the site of him. “Sir….” He said rushing around the desk and towards him. “Do you need a medic?” he asked looking him over.

Coyote didn’t waste the energy to speak to him and only shook his head as he stumbled forward before catching his balance again. He knew what he looked like, but wasn’t stopped as it was clear the clerk in his pristine uniform was afraid to touch him at all.

“Is there someone I can call?” he said walking along side him as Coyote shuffled to the elevator, bracing himself against the lobby wall and causing a smear of blood to press into the wall paper.

Coyote considered it for a moment, but shook his head again. If Sasuga was still in the tournament this late in the game there was a chance she was injured as well, and he wanted her to save her strength for fighting. He’d be okay. He just needed a shower, some stitches, and her.

The clerk did not follow him into the elevator, being the main hotel for the tournament he was surely not the only injured guest they received, and he retreated back to their desk, probably to call for maintenance to clean up whatever other mess Coyote had left behind him. He leaned against the wall as it started it’s ascension toward the upper floors, again leaving a smear of dirt and blood where his shoulder braced himself. A few droplets of blood dripping from somewhere onto the floor. It seemed to take forever for the elevator to reach it’s destination, the doors pausing once as a couple was about to get on, but after seeing him let him go on without a question. Coyote almost passed out, unsure if it was from blood loss or exhaustion, but the dinging and wooshing of the doors riled him, and he staggered out into the hallway. Knowing he was so close to Sasuga spurred him on, and he was relieved to find that the card key still worked. He let himself into the hotel room, finding it dark and quiet and he did his best to move with stealth into the bathroom. He passed the bed and spotted Sasuga sleeping peacefully by herself, he was grateful for this because with the rage that was still somewhat in his veins if he had found Simon with her he might have taken a regrettable action. In that moment iat took everything in him to not simply cover her with himself, though with how dirty he was he knew it would only concern her more. There was blood in his mouth and under his fingernails, matting his hair down and sticking to his hat. Better to clean himself up first, and he shut the bathroom door behind him before turning on the light.

He did his best not to look at himself in the mirror, but finding it a necessity to assess some of the damage. If he had made it this far like this it couldn’t have been too bad. Still he was in rough shape. Not only was his face cut, bruised, and swollen, but he had also lost enough weight that he appeared gaunt under the torn and dirty clothes he wore. He slowly undressed, assessing each wound, fresh bruises forming on top of old ones, some cuts that were still bleeding every time he moved, gashes that would no doubt need to be closed up. He hissed as some of the clothing stuck to him where blood had dried, let his effects fall to the floor, his gun empty and tucked back in his holster, and stepped into the shower letting the water strike at his feet until it was warm enough to step into. He braced himself against the wall, letting it flow over his hair and down his back, feeling the sense of relief start to fill him as well. He had made it, he was close to resting, and he was close to his mate, that was all he could ask for right now.

[atsumwah]

first

featuring : miya atsumu x f!reader

warnings : none!

a/n : tsumu brainrot really hitting in rn <3

atsumu was used to being second to his brother.

it was a given fact that osamu got along with people more. from a young age, osamu was the one who made friends, who didn't hurt their feelings for being too blunt, who always gets invited to parties and always gets the easy way out when they fight. 

it didn't matter though. it didn't take long for him to get used to being second best next to his younger brother. he was fine with it.

although that changed when he met you. 

with you, he didn't settle with being second. he won't even allow it. because how can he be second to his brother again when you already come first to him?

when he first met you, he didn't think you'd stay long in his life. he just assumed you'd leave him, that you'd chose to hang out with osamu more like everyone else.

you manage to prove him wrong. you proved him wrong so many times to the point you managed to sneak inside his heart and steal it when he wasn't aware.

he liked that you always wanted to spend time with him, even on days where you were busy. he liked that he's the one you call when you're feeling lonely in your apartment and asks him to come over. he liked that you would always grab his hand when you're outside with the rest of your friends, even though you could've picked anyone else. he liked that you're always there on the bleachers, cheering for him the loudest even when the rest  had already quiet down. he liked that you'd scold him when he would overwork himself and made sure he eats every meal of the day. he liked that you'd call him for no reason just to tell him about a new show you were obsessed with.

he liked feeling that maybe he came first to you too and it was stupid to hang onto the little things you'd do with him but he can't help it—he liked it. 

but he can't help but be terrified the more time he spends with you though.

because the more you did those things with him, the more he wanted to beat his brother as if it was a real competition. he saw how you treated osamu and it was different from how you treated him — but he didn't want to get ahead of himself. he didn't want to be disappointed. 

he didn't want to wake up one day and find out someone he cared deeply for made him number two again. 

even now, as he holds you to his chest, a movie playing in the background as he stares at your figure, he can't help but wish on every star above to be on his side. to let him have you.

"you're not paying attention."

" 'course i am."

"then tell me what happened in the last ten minutes." 

you looked up to him, a cheeky smile adorned on your face that made his cheeks heat up involuntarily. he must've taken a while to answer because the next thing he knew your eyes were ready focused on the TV again.

"and I was right."

"alright, I give. I was distracted." he said, hands up in surrender.

"emma stone is on TV, how the hell are you distracted?"

"I saw something pretty." it wasn't really a lie.

"prettier than emma stone?"

"in my opinion, yes."

you turned towards him curiously. "If you say me then you’re much cheesier than I thought you were."

he eyed you from the side with a hint of a smile. “what if it is you?”

“did the miya atsumu call me pretty? oh my, I feel like I'm gonna faint!”you said dramatically, falling down on his lap laughing. 

atsumu couldn't help but laugh as well, finding warmth in your presence. the feeling of you in his arms was more than enough to make his heart flutter.

"hey, samu's still single right?"

his smile dropped at your question. 

your eyes were still on the screen, so you didn't notice the change in his demeanor. "tsumu? hello?"

"uh, yeah. why?"

"I'm thinking of setting up a date for him. what do you think?"

what does he think? how is he supposed to respond to the love of his life wanting to date his brother?

"I don't know," he ends up saying, "I think he's doing alright. someone has to be the sibling that stays single. he's taking it for the team."

"that's not a thing."

"of course it's a thing. he knows I get all the ladies anyways."

"uh huh. tell me then, why are you still single?"

"just haven't found the right one yet." liar.

you poked his side playfully. "whatever, I'm still setting it up."  you said as you grabbed your phone from the side.

atsumu was fast to hold your wrist, phone still in hand. "don't."

you were about to roll your eyes at him before you saw how his look had changed. "what's wrong? you worried he's gonna leave you out or something?"

"or something.." he mumbled though you heard him clearly. 

"if you're worried I'm gonna find him someone horrible I guarantee you that's not the case. you've met my friends before. I'm sure they could make him happy."

come again?

"here, you can be with me and pick who would suit samu best." you scooted closer to him and showed him your phone.

"you're…talking about setting him up?"

you blinked at him. "yes? did you not catch that?"

"so you don't want to date him?"

"why would I want to date him?"

"I don't know, it's samu. he can cook, he's nice, he's polite — everyone loves him."

"it sounds like you want me to date him."

"what? no! if anything I'd want you to date me—" he cut himself off immediately after the words flew out from his mouth. god he hoped you didn't catch that.

"you want me to date you?"

"I —" he felt his cheeks heating up yet again tonight, "kind of?"

"kind of? it's a yes or no question, tsum." 

"well, yes then."

there was no point in denying it anyways.

he held his ground on the shared sofa, eyes trying to focus on your expression as you took his words in. he could see your eyebrows furrowing, then a smile appeared on your face before you laughed. 

was this a good sign?

you scooted closer to him again, making your knees touch as you looked up to him with the softest smile he'd ever seen.

"all you had to do was ask." 

a grin broke through his nervous demeanor. "really?"

"I thought you'd never get the hint." you shoved his side playfully and he grabbed your hand before you could put it away. "it was always you anyways, dummy."

"samu's great and all but you're always number one for me." 

he couldn't help himself from hugging you so suddenly, arms secured around your back as he brings you to his chest.

he might be second best to everyone else— but he's number one to you and that's all that matters. 

reblogs are appreciated!

[vendettaparker]

Ken-Doll [T.H]

Summary: An injury on set leads Tom to believe he broke a very important appendage. Being the amazing friend you are, you offer to help him fix it.

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: injury, swearing, unrealistic depiction of pain meds? typos, very slight angst, smut (oral m. receiving)

A/N: this is completely based off of a dream i had the other night, so this is really just a compete crack fic. like there is no ounce of realism in this at all, but i thought it was a fun dream, so i thought it’d share it with you guys :)

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The moment you saw Tom miss his mark on that stunt, you just knew something was going to go wrong. He didn’t tuck enough in his flip and he completely missed the platform he was going for—instead landing face-first in a pile of prop bricks. Thankfully, they were fake bricks, meaning they weren’t made of concrete and they were only meant for show, so they were easily transportable and made of plastic. Unfortunately, they were still made of something hard and the second Tom landed, the entire set could hear a loud crash followed by a pained groan. 

“Oh, shit,” You set your coffee and rushed over to Tom, Harry right behind you. 

“Fucking hell,” Harry looked at Tom, already being attended to by the medics on set. He had his arm clutched close to his body and his nose was bleeding down his chin. His face was scrunched up as the medics tried to jostle him around, seeing to what extent his injuries went. 

“Can you move your leg?” One of the medics asked. Tom did his best, bending his knee slightly before wincing and dropping it, “Okay, I think we need to get him to the hospital for this one.” 

“Okay,” The director nodded, motioning for lights and camera to stop rolling, “take a moment and get him out of here. We’ll shoot some scenes without him—keep us updated okay, Tom?” 

Tom held up his good arm, holding out a thumbs up before the director walked off. 

“I’ll go with him,” Harry said, “there’s no way he’s going to be able to drive himself home later—”

“Actually,” One of the producers came up to him, “we need you here, Harry. They wanna shoot your scene as an extra since Tom doesn’t need to be in it. Should only take a few hours, but they need you in the costume department now.” 

“I can go with him,” you offered, looking over at Tom who was being helped up by some medics, putting his weight on them. 

“I don’t know,” Harry scratched the back of his head, “I feel bad, he looks really hurt—”

“Shut up, you div,” Tom grumbled, “just stay here, this could be your big break,” Tom argued.

 In reality, he couldn’t care less how well his brother did acting. Of course, he was proud of his little brother for stepping out of his comfort zone and getting in front of the camera, but he really just wanted to spend some time with you. Especially after you saw that completely embarrassing wipeout; his ego—and a few ribs—were definitely bruised. 

“I only have two lines,” Harry deadpanned, “but now I am gonna stay here because you’re being mean.” Harry crossed his arms and walked away pouting. 

You laughed at their antics and took Tom from the medics, “Want me to drive you? Or do you need an ambulance, drama queen?” 

“Ow,” Tom wrapped his good arm around your shoulders, “not only is my body hurt, but now my feelings are too.” He frowned. 

You rolled your eyes and began to walk him to the car, “Should be,” you smirked, ready to take him to the hospital. 

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“I am happy to report that there are no serious injuries,” the doctor smiled, “just a sprained wrist and ankle, a few bruised ribs, and busted—but not broken— nose. That should all heal in a matter of weeks, ten at most. I’m going to go get you a brace and a boot and we can make an appointment to see you back here in five weeks, okay?” 

“Sounds good,” Tom nodded, laying on the medical table with his head in your lap. 

“Are the pain meds working?” You asked.

“Mhm,” Tom nodded, feeling a little loopy, “working like a charm.” He loved the way your hair framed your face as you worked so attentively on comforting him. It was so calming and sweet, and that calmness mixed with the pain meds made you look like a goddess—even more so than you already did to him.  

You were running your fingers through his curls and smiling down at him, “Well that wasn’t so bad,” you hummed, “definitely could’ve been worse.” 

“Honestly,” Tom looked up at you, “I’m shocked I missed that flip, I practiced that stunt for hours this morning. Of course right when you get to set I have to make a fool of myself…” he mumbled. 

“No,” You shook your head, “Harry sent me that video of you doing your stunts yesterday and I saw you completely miss that platform.” 

“Yeah, but at least I didn’t fall thirty feet and land in a pile of bricks,” Tom chuckled. 

“Yeah, that’s not ideal,” You laughed, rubbing Tom’s shoulder, “Does it still hurt a lot?” 

“No,” Tom shook his head and closed his eyes, “keep rubbing that spot though, feels good.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Such a diva,” you clicked your tongue, “(Y/N) do this, (Y/N) do that—”

“Hey, you offered,” Tom defended but winced when you pressed a little too hard on his hurt arm. 

You began rubbing his shoulder with one hand and running your fingers through his hair with the other. Tom sighed contently, feeling warmth spread through his chest are your loving actions. His eyes then shot open, remembering that he was wearing loose sweats, and what you were doing was making him so relaxed, almost a little too relaxed. Tom looked down, good arm ready to shield a boner before you saw, but he was surprised to see nothing. 

He was flat. Like a ken-doll with nothing there. That was weird; usually, he’d get at least a halfy just from talking to you for extended periods of time. 

“Um, (Y/N)?” Tom looked up at you, busy reading a poster on the wall about early-onset Alzheimers. 

“Hm?” You hummed, looking down at him. 

“My thighs are killing me,” Tom complained, “can you massage them a bit?”

“Um,” You nudged his head off you and got up, “sure…” 

Tom laid out on the medical exam table with his arms above his head as you began to slowly massage his thighs, close to his knee. 

“Here?” You asked, pressing down on the mussel. 

“Yeah,” Tom nodded, “m-maybe just a bit higher actually?” 

“Tom,” You deadpanned, “I saw Scary Movie 2, I know exactly what you’re trying to do and I’m not going to fall for it. That’s gross.” 

“No, no,” Tom sat up and reached out for you when you stopped touching him and moved away, “it really does ache!” He tried. 

“Tom,” You looked unamused, “really? That’s just immature.” 

“I’m serious!” 

Tom looked down at his crotch and sure enough, nothing. Complete ken-doll. 

“Oh no,” Tom groaned, flopping back down and putting his hands over his eyes. 

“What?” You asked. 

“I think I broke more than just my wrist and ankle.” 

“You actually only sprained—” Tom shot you an unamused look of his own, causing you to quickly shut up, “fine,” you sighed, “what else did you break?” 

“I can’t talk about it,” Tom mumbled.

“Why not?” 

“Because it’s embarrassing and if I talk about it I might cry.” 

“Oh my God,” You groaned, “you are the biggest drama queen I have ever met in my entire—”

“I landed on my dick when I fell on those bricks and now he won’t get hard. And I know for a fact he won’t get hard because he always gets at least a little hard when I’m around you and now nothing. Absolutely nothing. I’m like a ken-doll. I’m flat and broken and it won’t work and even when you rubbed my thighs he won’t work,” Tom began to ramble, motioning to his crotch as he complained. 

“Tom,” You tried, but he just kept going.

“And it’s so embarrassing and what if he never works again and if I can never get him to work then I’ll never be able to have sex again and it’s not fair because I never got to have sex with you and I always wanted to do that. I would’ve asked you out and then we would’ve kissed and I am so good at sex too and I would’ve been so good and we could’ve been so happy and now you’ll never get to know and it’s not fair—”

“Tom!” 

Tom sniffled, “What?” 

“That was a horrifying confession,” You said, “I’m a little traumatized by the way these events played out.” 

“Oh.” 

“But,” You ran your fingers through Tom’s hair again, “I would’ve liked to try sex with you too. Except I probably wouldn't have just blurted that like you did because that’s a little weird.” 

“Sorry,” Tom mumbled. 

“It’s okay,” You smiled, “do you really think it’s broken?” You asked. 

“Yeah,” Tom nodded, “I can’t get him to get up.” 

“Want me to try later?” You asked with a smirk. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah sure,” You agreed, “I’d hate for your dick to be broken. That’s really sad.” 

“It is,” Tom agreed. 

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When you got back to Tom’s rented condo, Tom was completely ready to let you fulfill your offer. In his boot and with his wrist strapped up, he hobbled off the bedroom to get undressed, hoping that even soft you’d still be at least a little impressed. 

“Where’re you going?” You asked as you set his things down. 

“Getting ready!” Tom yelled back, limping quickly to his destination. 

“Ready for what—” You began but then quickly remembered the thing you offered in the doctor’s office, “Oh shit, Tom!” You followed after him. 

“Tom,” You entered the room, “I was just kid—What the fuck?!” You covered your eyes and looked away at the sight of Tom laid out on his side, completely naked, save for the boot on his right foot and the wrist brace on his right arm, “You’re naked!” 

“Well, yeah,” Tom tried to stay in position, but your reaction was not doing wonders for his confidence, “because you said you wanted to try—”

“You’re hopped up on pain meds, Tom,” You said with your back turned to him, “I-I was just joking around with you like we always do, right?” 

Tom grabbed his comforter and covered his lower half with it, “I wasn’t really joking…” Tom mumbled. 

“Tom,” You sighed, grabbing the door handle, “get dressed in some comfy clothes, I’ll make us some food, and after you take a nap and the medicine wears off, then we can talk about it, okay? But I can’t trust how genuine what you’re saying is right now.” 

“But it is genuine,” Tom protested, “my dick really is broken—”

“Not that part!” You snapped, “That part about you wanting to have sex with me and take me on dates and how we could be happy, that’s the part that I need to be genuine!” You closed the door and gave Tom his privacy while you went into the other room to make something for dinner. 

Tom got on some sweats and a t-shirt while he thought about what you said. Maybe he was super hopped up on pain meds. He never would’ve said half the things he’s said to you today before. He could feel his own internal filter failing whenever he spoke to you, but he just couldn’t help it. And now you thought he was just some freak that wanted to get his dick fixed. 

“Hey,” You said as Tom came back into the living room and sat on the couch, “I made soup.” 

“Of course you did,” Tom smiled, “let me guess: Campbells?” Tom teased. You smiled, it was nice how quickly you two could go back to being normal after such a not normal day. 

“No,” You feigned offense, walking to the couch with two bowls in your hands, “it’s a super special secret family recipe, passed down from generation to generation.”

Tom rolled his eyes, but properly wheezed when you set his bowl down in front of his and he could see the spaghetti-o’s floating around in their red sauce. 

You ate in relative silence and watched Hawkeye, making small comments every now and then about where Spider-man could’ve been added to the scenes. 

“You can’t just plop Spider-man in anywhere, Tom,” You complained, “it wouldn’t make sense.” 

“Spider-man always makes sense,” Tom defended with a yawn. 

“Tired?” You asked when you looked over and noticed Tom’s head lulling. 

“Mhm,” Tom nodded a bit, “I think it’s the meds.” 

“Go to sleep,” You shrugged, “I’ll clean up around here and then show myself out.” 

“No,” Tom whined, “stay.” 

“It’ll be late by the time you wake up,” You said. 

“But when I wake up I’ll be able to be honest,” Tom argued, “and I can tell you how amazing you are without being all weird about it.” 

“Fine,” You agreed, “only because I like to be told how amazing I am every opportunity I get.” 

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When Tom woke up it was well into the night. His head was feeling a lot more clear though, so the first thing he wanted to do was find you and let you know how he felt with full honesty. He could still remember completely what he said at the doctor’s office, and then what he did when he got back to his condo, and that memory would haunt his nightmares for years to come. If he could die from embarrassment, it would be those moments that killed him. 

“(Y/N)?” Tom hobbled to his room, finding you sleeping cuddled up in the comforter. He smiled softly at the sight. 

Tom shuffled to your side of the bed and nudged your shoulder gently, “(Y/N)?” 

“Hm?” You hummed, turning over a bit. 

“Are you awake?” Tom whispered in your face. 

“No,” You whispered back, “at the tone please leave a message—”

“Oh shut up,” Tom laughed, shoving you into scooting over for him. 

You smiled up at Tom when he finally got settled, “You wanted to talk?” You prompted. 

“Yeah,” Tom let out a deep breath. So the pain meds were definitely out of his system because even though he more or less already said too much to you regarding his feelings (and his dick), he was still completely nervous, “I just wanted to tell you like I really like you,” Tom confessed, “and I feel really bad for acting so weird about it earlier.” 

“You were on a lot of pain meds,” You tried, “it’s okay.” 

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” 

“You didn’t,” You said, “well I mean, you did. Like the thing on the bed—that was a lot. That was really a lot—but it’s okay, I won’t hold it against you.” 

“You won’t?” Tom asked skeptically. 

“I mean I’m definitely going to make fun of you for it for years to come. Maybe I’ll tell a few people or leak the story to TMZ—but other than that I won’t—”

“You’re the devil,” Tom feigned offense with a gasp, but it quickly turned into a smile. 

You placed your hand on Tom’s cheek and brought his face to yours, pressing a gentle kiss to his nose, “I like you too, Tommy.” 

“Yeah?” Tom asked. 

“Yeah,” You confirmed, bringing his lips to yours. 

Tom smiled into the kiss, savoring the feel of your soft lips practically enveloping his as your mouths moved against one another. 

You pulled away for air after a moment, “Is it still broken?” You asked. 

“Hm?”

“Your dick.” 

“Oh, him,” Tom looked down at his crotch, in all of its Ken-doll glory, “I think so. Oh my god,” Tom complained, “I know I was on pain meds when I was worried about this but what if I actually killed him?” 

You quickly snaked a hand between the two of you and began to palm Tom gently through his sweats. He let out a soft hiss, feeling himself get harder with your touch. 

“Fixed?” You asked, pressing a kiss to Tom’s jaws, sucking a soft bruise there. 

“Mhm, almost,” he sighed. 

“Can I suck you off?” You asked breathily in between kisses. 

“Fuck, yeah,” Tom nodded, lifting his hips up to wiggle out of his sweatpants and boxers. “Wait—shit,” Tom grumbled when his clothes got caught on his boot. 

“Here, let me just—” You chuckled, gingerly unhooking his sweats from his boot and throwing them in the corner of the room, “there,” you said triumphantly, settling yourself between his legs. 

You took his semi-hard cock in your hand and began stroking him, spitting on it for lubricant. “This good?” You asked, looking up at him with doe eyes. 

“Fuck, mhm,” Tom looked at you like you hung the moon, with such love and adoration in his eyes. But he couldn’t hold eye contact much longer when you took his tip between your soft lips and began to suckle on it, “oh shit,” Tom closed his eyes and threw his head back, “you’re really fucking good at that.”

“And look,” you said, releasing him with a little ‘pop’, “all fixed,” you stroked his now hard cock with long, harsh tugs. 

You put him back in your mouth, taking more this time, and began bobbing your head up and down, stroking whatever couldn’t fit. Tom’s heavy breathing and occasional groans were music to your ears and urged you to continuously take more, taking him deeper and faster. 

You got to the point where you had your nose pressed up against his pelvis, suppressing your gag reflex as you held yourself there. You could feel Tom twitch with every little contraction of your throat around him. 

“Oh, fuck, (Y/N),” Tom weaved his fingers through your hair. You finally released him again to get a fresh breath of air. Your eyes were a little watery and you had drool and precum painting your lips, making a mess all over your face. 

Tom brought his hand to your cheek and pulled you up for a kiss, humming at the taste of himself on your tongue. 

You kept him in his hand and continued your movements, your saliva providing even more of a smooth glide as you stroked him. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Tom panted against your lips. 

You quickly shimmied down again, just in time to wrap your lips around his tip and catch his salty release in your mouth. 

Tom put his hand on your head and held it there as you suck on him, helping him rude out his high, “Oh, fuck,” Tom groaned, watching in awe as you looked up at him with big, bright eyes. 

You finally released his softening cock and swallowed what you had in your mouth. 

“Come here,” Tom said, grabbing your arm and sitting you on his lap. He pulled you in for another sloppy kiss, relishing in the salty taste that clung to your lips, “Mm, did so good,” he said softly, “so perfect.” 

Tom reached a hand into your shorts, pressing his fingers against your heat. You sighed softly as he began to rub you through your panties. 

“I think I might be broken too,” You said with a smirk, “maybe you should take a look.” 

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Loyalty’s | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Potter!Fem!Reader

Summary: Instead of Regulus obeying the Dark Lord his loyalty’s lie with his girlfriend and becomes a spy for the Order.

The house was quiet. That was rare, especially after Fleamont and Euphemia took in Sirius Black. James and Sirius were like brothers, always causing mischief inside the manor while the younger Potter kept to herself more. Y/n Potter was only a year younger than James but was just as loved. Sirius Black became her brother just as much as James was, along with the other two Marauders. Unbeknownst to her brother - brothers if you will - she had been dating someone since her fifth year.

Y/n was in her seventh year while James and Sirius had graduated. James had already married Lily, and the war was raging on. Y/n was home for winter break. The Potter residence was to its fullest capacity. Remus and Sirius staying in the guest bedrooms. Y/n staying in her bedroom. James and Lily in James’ room. Fleamont and Euphemia had their master bedroom as well. It was dark outside, and all the young adults were in bed when a knock echoed on the door.

Fleamont held his wand tightly in his right hand as he approached the door. Euphemia was present at St. Mungo's for the night, and Fleamont was waiting for her to return home, but she never knocked. Hesitantly he made his way to the door and flung it open. Instantly Fleamonts wand made its presence known on the male's neck. The male had wavy black hair, grey-blue eyes, and sharp features. Resembling Sirius Black almost perfectly. The man gulped at the wand placed pointed at his throat.

“Sirius! James!”

Footsteps, “Yes, Mr. Potter?”

“ What’s up, dad?”

Both young adults focused on the man at the door, “No….” Sirius whimpered.

“What are you doing here!” Sirius yelled in distress, “Security question, Sirius.” Fleamont scolded.

“Where was my favorite place to hide when we were kids?” Sirius questioned, “Under Uncle Alphard’s cherry blossom tree.” He replied.

Fleamont didn’t back down, “What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t come here to see Sirius.” The man stated, “I came to see Y/n.”

James and Fleamont tensed, “What do you want with my daughter?” Fleamonts voice was stern and rigid.

“I-“ He swallowed, “I need to speak with her, please.”

“Regulus… You don’t know what you’re doing.” Sirius commented, “Please, Mr. Potter.” Regulus begged.

“James-“ Fleamont ordered, and James stood tall, “Go get your sister.”

He didn’t need any further instruction and woke his sister up, bringing her downstairs. There Y/n saw her father's wand to his neck. Before throwing her arms around him, she needed a security question. The pleading look in Regulus’ eyes broke her heart to pieces, but a war was going on.

Y/n’s heart raced, and her palms felt sweaty, but this was a question only he’d genuinely know, “When- When did we start dating?”

“November 16, 1976.”

“Reggie!” Y/n whimpered, throwing her arms around him.

Regulus held her back with the same amount of pressure. Holding her tight to his chest and never wanting to let go. The smell of her shampoo resonated in his nose and the faint breathing from her nose rested on the crook of his neck—a feeling he never wanted to lose. The world seemed to have stopped at that moment. Christmas break had been hell for Regulus so far, but now he felt hopeful.

But people were watching, and James snatched Y/n back, “Dating?! Are you bloody crazy?!”

“James-“ Fleamont began but was hastily cut off, “No, dad! She’s insane! Regulus is one of them! He’s a bloody death eater!” James exclaimed.

Sirius snapped, “He’s still my brother, ya’ know. If he’s here, then he’s defying mother’s orders. Let him talk.”

“C’mon. Everyone in the kitchen.”

The table was relatively large. It could seat eight. Fleamont took his usual seat at the end of the table. James sat on his left and Sirius on James’ left. Regulus sat in front of James and Y/n in front of Sirius. Regulus couldn’t face his brother at the minute because Sirius’ proud eyes were going to turn into disappointment soon enough.

Regulus held Y/n’s right hand tightly, “Lift your sleeve.” Fleamont ordered.

The younger Black brother obeyed; there it was; on his left forearm, “So it’s true. You obey the Dark Lord.” Fleamont commented.

“Dad please-“ Y/n began.

“No.”

Heads turned, “No?”

“No. I bare the mark, but I don’t obey.” Regulus stated coldly, “My loyalty’s lie with Y/n. She’s told me about the order, and I want to be your spy.”

James ran his fingers through his hair, “You told him! Y/n!”

“James, come off it!” Y/n scoffed.

“You want to be a spy for the order?” Sirius repeated, and Regulus nodded, retaking Y/n’s hand, “Yes, but there’s something I need to tell you all. Something I’ve found out.”

They leaned in, intrigued, “The Dark Lord has horcruxs. He’s split his soul into multiple different parts. I know where one of them is.” Regulus informed.

“How did you find this out?” Sirius inclined, “I told you, my loyalty’s lie with my girlfriend - you know, the girl I plan to marry - I’m a spy. Not a pawn.” Regulus countered.

James coughed, “You are not marrying my sister.”

“I’m afraid that isn’t your call.” Y/n retorted, crossing her arms, “Cut it out both of you.” Fleamont scolded.

“We’ll have to come back to you on whether or not you can join. However, you can stay with Y/n in her bedroom for the time being.” Fleamont informed, and James gawked, “Absolutely not! Sirius and Regulus can share. I don’t want him near her.”

Fleamont turned his head slowly towards his son, “James Fleamont Potter-“ He began in a low tone making James stiffen, “Y/n and Regulus will share a room. If he is stupid enough to try something while in my house, then I’ll be damned.”

“Remus, Sirius, and you will only be a room away. Hopefully-“ Mr. Potter turned to Regulus, “He knows better than to try something.”

“With all due respect, sir, I’d never purposely put Y/n in any way of danger. That’s why she didn’t know about the horcruxs.” Regulus stated, and Fleamont looked pleased, “We’ll work on it. Now, all of you, back to bed.”

When the four of them reached the hallway upstairs, James grabbed Regulus' collar, “We need to have a talk.”

Without another word, Sirius, Regulus, and James stepped into Sirius’ bedroom, knowing Lily was asleep. Hopefully, Remus was too. Y/n gave an audible sigh and walked into her bedroom. She was slightly organizing it and grabbing clothes that she had stolen from Regulus back at Hogwarts. Thankfully she made out. Y/n had one of Regulus’ hoodies and pair of sweatpants. Twenty minutes later, Regulus walked into the room.

“Um- I- Here.” Y/n stuttered, handing him the clothes, and he quietly changed, “I’m sorry about James.”

“No need for you to be sorry, love.” Regulus replied as he slipped on the sweatpants, “I know he’s protective. I’ve also got the mark.”

Y/n stood up and embraced him tightly, “That mark doesn’t make you a monster.”

“It makes me feel like one.”

“I know, but-“ Y/n pulled away slightly, looking him in the eyes, “Did you mean what you said out there?”

“Mean what, my love?”

“That your loyalty’s lie with me?”

Regulus smiled, “Of course, I did.”

The following days went by quietly. Regulus wouldn’t speak about the confrontation with James, but Y/n didn’t mind. But she didn’t miss the glares James sent his way every time he’d get close. Strangely enough, Remus was the most protective over her. Euphemia had been hospitable in his stay, providing for him as she did Sirius. It wasn’t until Christmas Day when Regulus got the news.

They all sat together in the sitting room, “You’re approved.” Fleamont stated.

“Pardon?”

“You can be our spy. Dumbledore believes the information you’ve given us is worthy of trust.”

Sirius could’ve cried out of joy, “Oh, Reggie.”

Both boys hugged for the first time since they were kids. James smiled fondly at them. Happy for Sirius that he got his little brother back. The boys sat beside each other. Sirius had his usual Sirius-like smirk placed upon his face. The same smirk he had before he made a joke.

“Seems like all it took was the Potter charm.” Sirius nudged Regulus’ elbow, making him blush, “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, for letting him stay. It means a lot to me.”

“You know Mum, always taking in strays.” James teased, “James Potter!” Euphemia scolded with a bright grin.

Y/n shrugged, “He’s not wrong.”

“Y/n!”

“Sorry!”

“There’s an envelope under the tree for you, Regulus dear.” Euphemia commented before leaving into the kitchen, and Regulus stiffened, “It’s a present, not a howler.” Fleamont added, making him relax.

Regulus’ fingers reached for the green-colored envelope. Inside laid a paper in both James and Fleamonts handwriting. The paper inside made him gleeful. It was possible the best Christmas gift he could’ve ever received, and Regulus was a spoiled baby at the Black manor.

“You have my permission to marry my daughter.” -F.P

“Take care of my sister, or I’ll have your head!” -J.P

[adonis-koo]

wicked • 8

↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader

↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut

Word Count: 11k

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“We’re doing everything we can but...I’m sorry, it’s just too soon to say she’ll be okay.” 

All Jungkook saw was red. He was so livid he couldn’t even speak, Taehyung had looked beyond apologetic and in disbelief himself earlier that day before he had re-entered your room once more. 

Jungkook’s duties had been abandoned and whatever previous anger and resentment he had towards you was quickly replaced by a new anger of how unbelievably reckless you could be! Did you not understand who you were? What you meant to this country? Jungkook leaned against the wall trying to calm himself as he rubbed his forehead. 

True not everyone had been the most kind to you but to go against his orders and put your own life in danger...had he not realized you had disobeyed him you would’ve…! Just the thought had his jaw clenched, when you woke up you were certainly going to have hell to pay from him…

If you woke up. 

That’s what Taehyung had said. Jungkook’s anger dulled as his head thudded against the wall, closing his tired eyes. If you woke up. 

He sighed as his body sank back against the wood, it had been nearly two hours but they still wouldn’t let him into the room yet to see you. After he had gotten you to the castle all of the Seers had shooed him from the room saying he was being too hot headed and he hadn’t been allowed back in ever since. 

The only other person in the hallway was the other person you knew dearly. Wheein was standing against the other wall, her eyes not leaving the floor and he knew she was deeply disturbed at the news of the princess. 

A sharp inhale from her drew his eyes to her figure that now trembled before she ushered softly, “I’m so sorry your Highness, if I had gotten to her in time…” 

Jungkook didn’t speak for a moment before he relented, a puff escaping his nose as he shook his head with a mutter, “It isn’t your fault Jung, she’s stubborn and bullheaded, I should’ve taken her back myself.” 

Wheein’s lips twisted into a sorrowful frown as she sighed, lowering his head out of apology and respect as she spoke, “I’m sorry if this is out of line your Highness but...I firmly believe the Princess truly wanted to help…” Wheein paused for a moment before her voice softened, “...If you gave her a chance, you’d see it. She’s just as kind as they say, if not even more so.” 

Jungkook said nothing in return, his eyes cast out over the window at the end of the hallway, he didn’t need to give you a chance to see who you were, flecks of your true personality had already shone on their own, even if they were in bits and pieces. 

And that’s what made Jungkook even more angry, angry at himself. It was easier to hate you when you didn’t care what anyone here thought of you, when you disregarded him and his nation, when you said horrible, cruel words out of your own misery. 

But you had grown past those days and Jungkook felt stuck. How could he move past it when he was made to sit and watch what he wanted as a future pass him by? But it was getting harder and harder to resent you with each passing day, and this situation was no different. 

Why couldn’t you just go back to the castle? Why couldn’t you be a prideful, vain Princess who would never dare dirty herself for a peasant? Why couldn’t you be indignant and not care because after all, Penumbra wasn’t your home. 

Jungkook had so many questions and yet his head was only filled with more and more. 

Such as, despite Penumbra not being your home, and despite how you had been treated by the court, by him, you still plunged yourself into a life threatening situation to help his people. 

Jungkook’s mind was restless for most the night until the doors opened, the Seers filing out one by one as the High Seer bowed to Jungkook causing him to stand straighter, his eyes brooding as ever but nobody could mistake the way his expression shifted subtly as they snapped in worry towards the door. 

“She’ll be okay.” 

Jungkook’s shoulders visibly slumped as he groaned softly in relief as he rubbed his face, the High Seer continued on, “You may stay with her now, I will have Taehyung return first thing in the morning to tend to her wounds, let us know if anything changes during the night.” 

Jungkook nodded as his gaze lowered in respect, “...Thank you.” They all bowed once more, Taehyung’s eyes lingering on him in silent apology once more before he passed the man by. 

“Get some sleep Jung.” Jungkook’s eyes flickered over to Wheein who had paused from her hurried steps towards the room. Her lips parting in objection weakly but Jungkook could see how tired she was much like himself, “I know you’re concerned,” He pushed himself off the wall, “But it’s late and you have duties to attend tomorrow, I’ll stay with her.” 

Wheein’s lips crumpled as she sighed, perhaps knowing he was right as she gave a small curtsey, “Very well m’lord. Please…” Wheein paused as her eyes lingered tenderly on the door, “Take care of her.” 

Jungkook said nothing as she left and it was now only himself in the hallway, Jungkook paused in front of the door somewhat hesitantly. Your words still prominent in his head ‘I’d rather you just stay away from me until you’re ready to move forward’ Jungkook’s eyes had suddenly found your body, sunken into the bed where you laid down unconscious.

Anger once again simmered beneath his skin as he trudged into the room, shutting the door behind him as he muttered, “You’re so selfish for a selfless person.” He ungratefully yanked out a chair from the small round table beside your bed as he sat down, his glare scathing as he stared down at your stupid pretty face.

“It’s barely been two weeks since that stupid argument and here I am,” Jungkook leaned back in his chair, his eyes still cut as they went from your face to your neck, trailing your collarbones before down to your hands which had been wrapped thoroughly in bandages.

Jungkook inhaled sharply as he looked away, “I should’ve took you back myself,” Flecks of regret could be heard in his tone as he set his forearms on his knee’s his head bowed down as he sighed, “...I know we’ve had our differences but I never said I wanted you dead or that I still wanted to marry her, that I didn’t want to get along with you…” 

Jungkook sighed as he finally scooted his chair a little closer to your bed, resting his arms on the soft duvet as he laid his head against his arms, staring at those thick lashes that gently brushed along your cheeks, “How am I supposed to hate you when you’ve already given so much of yourself away to prove your dedication to learning our way of life?” It was mumbled and tired and Jungkook’s eyes were failing to stay open. 

The question more to himself than you, after all, he was the one that had made an oath to himself to hate you for the rest of his days. Jungkook could see and acknowledge he said a lot of hurtful and bitter things in his own hate. 

But that never meant he wanted to see you get hurt…

He could only hope you would wake up soon.

Those were his last thoughts as he slowly drifted to sleep. 

The first thing you felt was a dull ache in your head and the second was the dry, burnt twinge in your mouth that tasted of ash, it had you wheezing immediately as your eyes slowly opened to the blurry world around you, at first you saw two of everything as your eyes slowly closed into darkness once more.

Voices sounded muffled at first but became more clear as your eyes opened to a more clear vision once more, you attempted to resituate yourself briefly but a sharp throb of pain flooded the palms of your hand at even the slightest attempt to wiggle your fingers. 

The tips of your fingers throbbing in a horrid aching pain that caused a whimper to escape you.

“Don’t hurt yourself anymore.” It was a stern voice that called out to you, but it’s touch the very opposite- tenderly holding your wrist as it set it back against your stomach. Finally your eyes fluttered open one last time to the sight of your ceiling greeting you and the person staring down at you was none other than your own husband.

Jungkook’s eyes looked more tired then you remembered and his hair looked disheveled as it hadn’t been properly brushed in a few days. He said nothing for a long moment as he stared down at you, attempting to speak was almost useless. 

Your throat hurt like hell. It ached and burned and the sound of this Jungkook had leaned away from you only for a cup to meet your lips, “Drink.” It wasn’t a suggestion. 

Your eyes closed at the liquid relief met on your tongue as you took a few gulps, the immediate pain of your throat had vanished as you sighed in relief, slumping back down against the pillow. 

You felt so tired, as if your entire body had exhausted all of it’s energy and it would surely never return, turning your head you got a decent look at Jungkook’s figure, he was not only tired and disheveled looking but his clothes were ruffled and his jacket had hung from his chair as if he had been sitting a long while, “Jungkook…” You finally mumbled out, your eyes searching his but you just couldn’t get anything else out. 

Jungkook puffed a breath from his nose, leaning back against the bed as he shook his head, “...I told myself I was gonna give you hell when you woke up.” His calloused fingertips brushed along your cheek making your eyes tiredly shut, had his voice always been so soft and dulcet? 

“But now I’m just thankful you’re awake. Rest, the others will be here soon.” 

And so you did, your mind slipping soundly back into unconsciousness at the feeling of his fingers tenderly trail down your jawline. 

The next time you woke up, light had streamed through the room and Jungkook was no longer by your side, Wheein was the first at your side among many people in your room, her eyes looked relieved as she spoke, “Oh m’lady! I’m so happy you’re awake!” She ushered as you groaned slightly, “Oh, here, let me help you sit up. I’m sure you’re tired of laying down.” 

With the help of Wheein and many pillows, you were propped to sit up, but even the slightest attempt to use your hands had you yelping out catching everyone’s attention in the room. 

Managing to sit up right you now had a good look at the thick cloth bandages that covered your hands that trembled as you looked down at them, “What….I...what happened?” You were almost too frightened to speak as your lips trembled, looking up at Wheein at a loss of words. 

“That’s what we had hoped you’d be able to tell us,” It was the familiar voice of Taehyung who spoke, he was towards the back of the room by your vanity, rather with many tools, currently holding a mortar and pestle. 

Your lips twisted into a lost frown as you desperately looked around towards Wheein before towards the Seers and then you met his gaze, Jungkook had been quietly talking to a lower Seer by the doors of the room who had been watching you silently. 

“...I…” You felt at a loss of words and no amount of description could accurately describe how much shame suddenly coiled into your entire being as your gaze lowered, “...I’m sorry...I don’t remember much…”

“I know I helped some people and...I think I lifted something…?” Your lips began to tremble as you stared down at your hands, the gravity of the situation hitting you and it felt as though a lump had formed in your throat as you looked back up to Jungkook. 

His expression didn’t look pleasant at all, his jaw clenched at your words as you mumbled, “All I really remember after entering the fire was...ash and smoke and…” 

You close your eyes, unable to even finish your sentence at the jarring memory that entered your mind, sharply inhaling you tried to calm yourself, the image would be forever seared into your head. It was like a true horror watching chunks of flesh dangling from your hand, blood covering your fingertips.

That was the only thing you could remember, everything else felt as if a thick cloud of fog hung over those memories, just the realization made tears sting your eyes as you mumbled, “Everything is just...blank aside from that.” 

Jungkook made a noise of what you could only assume was frustration, running a hand through his hair as he looked even more angry then before, excusing himself from the room as he obviously didn’t want to be around you any longer. Or he just simply couldn’t stand too. 

Taehyung sat down on the side of your bed, placing a wooden tray in your lap causing you to jump at the sharp sting in your right thigh, “Sorry Princess, you have a pretty severe burn on your right thigh and a more mild one on your left.” 

His words nearly fell on deaf ears though as you stared at the closed door of your room, Taehyung offered a comforting smile, “...He’s upset,” He spoke softly, grabbing the basin off your nightstand as he began to pour water in.

“...I can tell.” You mumbled, trying to swallow that lump which only formed harder and harder in your throat, “I….” The words felt like they were stuck in your throat as you forced them out barely above a whisper, “I was only trying to help…” 

The longer you were awake the more shame began to cast over you at how stupid you were to try and help when all you did was clearly make things worse, and on top of that you couldn’t even remember what had happened, not really. You had some fuzzy moments of when you had first followed behind the man. But everything just melded together into your head in one pile of ash. 

“You misunderstand his emotions Princess,” Taehyung frowned softly as he held up your wrists tenderly, “I can’t speak for the Prince but I can tell you this, you’ve been unconscious for two days and he didn’t leave that chair once the entire time, all of his duties were cast aside, his meetings and trainings were put on hold. He wouldn’t even so much as leave the hall when we were first tending to you. The Prince is upset because he was worried you wouldn’t make it.” 

You couldn’t find the words to speak as you sucked in a harsh breath of air, shaking your head silently as Taehyung finally offered you a smile, “I think...and don’t tell him this but...I think Jungkook has become rather fond of you, in his own way...And I think he didn’t realize it until you were in danger. Now...you may want to look away…” 

Taehyung carefully unwrapped your hands and you’d be lying if you said the fresh air didn’t feel good but the sight was just as Taehyung said. 

You could feel a knot forming in your throat at the sight in front of you, your eyes stinging with tears at just the sight.

Your hands you had prided yourself on for so many years, the same hands that had helped heal many during the war when there wasn’t enough healers during your younger years, the ones which helped replant the flora in the meadow when a fire had broke loose, the very same hands which you painted in celebration for the festival of flowers….

Almost all the skin had been burned off the palms of your hands and the skin around the wound was charred and grotesque, blisters had begun to form and the skin of your fingers were peeling and painfully blistered.

 “I’m so stupid.” You couldn’t even stop the tears if you had tried, conviction and regret buried in your stomach as you softly wept, squeezing your eyes shut as warm tears trickled down your cheeks in mourning. 

“Ah- it’s going to feel better once your put it in,” Taehyung spoke gently as you he grabbed your wrists once more, wincing you cried as he delicately placed them in the water, at first it stung before it began to sooth the blistering heat the still continued to ooze from them.

“I just wanted to help.” You whimpered softly as you shut your eyes, trying to not let yourself choke up on your gentle sobs as you shook your head. You could tell by the looks of everyone in the room that they didn’t get it.

They probably assumed you were crying due to your vanity being marred but they didn’t understand how holy your hands were supposed to be to you. And you ruined them. It felt hard to breathe at just the thought that they’d forever be marred with the acts of your own stupidity. 

Your shoulders bounced a little as you closed your eyes, another tear rolling down your cheek as you closed your eyes, trying to relax against the soothing cool water that absorbed the heat from the monstrous sight of your wounds.

 “It very well may be that you did help Princess, please don’t be so hard on yourself, we’re still gathering information on what happened and who was able to make it out and who didn’t,” Taehyung frowned and it seemed he might’ve been the only one who had an idea as to why you were so upset, “For now let's focus on getting you healed. This is moon water that’s been blessed by the High Seer, so it’ll help speed up the process but there’s only so much we can do I’m afraid.”

Taehyung sighed as he folded his hands together, “I won’t sit here and lie to you Princess...These burns are...bad.” He lowered his gaze in apology, “They’ll heal as all things do in time but they’ll most likely scar due to the amount of skin you lost.” 

Tears began trickling down your face once more at his words, they’d scar…? Surely no one would love you now, you were weighed down by too many things once again. Your entire livelihood was based around your hands, just as many mundane things in life as the more sacred ones. 

How could you hand out bread to the children and read stories now? How would you even be able to eat or do something as simple as open a door? You closed your eyes as you silently wept once more. 

You had felt many things as you adjusted to your life in Penumbra, but this was the first time you had felt truly defeated. 

“I need to make the salve for your wounds, it’ll create a protective barrier to keep an infection from starting or spreading and it should help the skin rebuild faster. Leave your hands in the moon water for now, okay? We’ll do this every morning and every evening. And I’ll need to change your bandages three times a day as well.” 

You could only nodded as you sniffled in acceptance as you mumbled a small ‘thank you’ to him. 

Wheein’s lips quivered and she could no longer stand seeing you in such a state- for your own sadness was hers as well as she collapsed at your bedside, “My lady I can’t apologize enough... If I had just been more diligent then this surely wouldn’t have happened.” 

With watery eyes you shook your head as you lowered your gaze, “This is nobody’s fault but my own Wheein, I would’ve done something stupid regardless of your influence. It’s how I’ve always been.” You mumbled bitterly, what could have possibly been worth this outcome…?

“I’m sorry m’lady,” Wheein frowned sadly, wishing she could do something more to help you, folding her hands as she lowered her head, “Here, i’ll fetch you breakfast, I’m sure you're hungry.” She stood up, giving a small courtesy before exiting the room where Jungkook had reentered. 

“How does it look today?” Jungkook straightened up as he asked Taehyung, his eyes flickering from him to your hands soaking. 

“Just as bad,” Taehyung wrinkled his nose as he mixed ingredients in his mortar and mashed with his pestle, “Go, take a look.” He then whispered something to Jungkook you couldn't make out but it made Jungkook raise his brows before looking at you once more, except this time noticing the defeated tear streaks on your cheeks. 

Something about having those piercing blue eyes on you made you well up, stubbornly looking at the tray of water feeling somewhat indignant otherwise you’d surely burst into tears once more. 

Jungkook clacked his tongue as he walked over before sitting back down in his chair with a sigh, “Let me look.” 

“They look just as ugly as the last time you saw them.” You sniffled as you swished your hands in the water a little away from him. You bolded up more, not wanting to look at him in such a pitiful state. In any other time in your life you had something going for you. 

You could stand up and speak your mind, you could quite literally walk away from a situation you did not like and now you could do nothing. You couldn’t even so much as defend yourself with a push if you needed too. Everything, even breathing to an extent hurt and exhibited too much energy for you to do it for very long. 

“Don’t be so theatrical,” Jungkook lightly chided you as you made a noise of disagreement, refusing to look at him still as he spoke, “They aren’t ugly, they’re healing. Now stop being so stubborn and let me see.” 

You had noted the slight defensiveness in Jungkook’s tone- not at you but at the way you had referred to yourself. He reached over, grabbing your wrists with a surprisingly tender touch as he pulled them close, standing up so he could get a better view as he turned them over in the water making it ripple gently. 

You only briefly saw them before you closed your eyes. Just the brief sight was enough to cause tears to gloss in your eyes again as you squeezed them, making new tears roll down your cheeks. This was so embarrassing. 

You knew Jungkook was right, you didn’t need to be like this, but you couldn’t help but feel so exposed- vulnerable, especially to him which everyone including you both knew- you didn’t have what most would describe as a good relationship.

Jungkook after a moment of inspection turned them back over to have the backs of your hands face up before sitting back down, “They aren’t nearly as red as before and the swelling has gone down,” He poked his cheek with his tongue as his eyes landed on your face once more, your shoulders slightly bobbing as you tried to not cry aloud.

“...You’re so pitiful.” Jungkook’s previously hard expression slowly melted as he sighed softly, you couldn’t see his face but it was fairly obvious in Taehyung’s opinion that he felt bad for you. 

Pulling the handkerchief out of his back pocket he leaned in.

You jolted a little, instinctively pulling away from him until you realized what he was doing. If Jungkook had any sort of embarrassment of his own he certainly knew how to keep it hidden as he began to wipe the tears from your face.

In fact, you weren’t even sure Jungkook thought anything of this at all as he began to lightly chide you once more, “Be thankful there isn’t an infection, healing takes time but they aren’t permanently damaged.” 

“That we know of for now.” Taehyung replied as he grinded down the herbs in his mortar.

That they knew off!? 

You couldn’t even help the choked sob that escaped your lips, your shoulders crumpling as you once again tried to hold it together. Taehyung immediately looked sheepishly anywhere but at Jungkook’s icy eyes that shot up with an unappreciative glare. 

Was it possible that you wouldn’t be able to use your hands even after they healed!?

Jungkook immediately scooted closer looking only slightly awkward which made Taehyung try to hold in a snort. 

Jungkook sighed, somewhat reluctant on what to do besides dabbing your tears once more. He was never good with words and even worse when it came to women when they needed some form of comfort. It was even worse when they needed both. 

Instead Jungkook settled for what he’d say to anyone, “Your hands will be fine. The Seers will make sure of it…” Jungkook’s gaze became cold as he glared at Taehyung who had caused this, “Right?” His eyes were nearly as cold as the tundra in winter. 

Taehyung coughed a little, ducking a little as if that would ward off the man’s underlying threat as he hurriedly chirped a confirmation, “Right!” 

The door opened once more along with the wafting smell of food that had your stomach immediately growling, Wheein came in with a smile as she set the tray down beside you as your lips quivered once more, she even made sure to get you a blueberry scone but...You couldn’t even eat it yourself...

Your lips quivered as your trail of tears started once more. 

Jungkook inhaled sharply as he tried to keep himself patient, dear god he had never seen a woman cry this much in his life, “Hush,” He said sternly, wiping your tears once more before setting his handkerchief down, sighing as his expression melted a little, “All these tears won’t fix the state you’re in.” 

Wheein stared at him as he met her gaze briefly and it was like they were having a conversation all on their own where Wheein gave him the most exasperated look before coughing as she curtseyed and went over to assist Taehyung. 

Jungkook poked his tongue in his cheek as he sighed, closing his eyes briefly as he relented, “But I suppose it can’t be helped…” 

Jungkook shook his head reluctantly before he picked up the knife and forth, cutting into the blueberry scone before holding it up, “Open.” He commanded quietly, watching your lips quiver as you stared down at the tray of water, this was so humiliating! “I know you’re hungry and I’ve watched you inhale nearly five of these scones daily Y/n. Eat.” 

You let your lips part a little and Jungkook took a mile out of your inch as he pushed the metal into your mouth which was met with the tart burst of blueberry as you slowly chewed the pastry. “That was one time.” You mumbled with a sniffle, your lips quivering into a pout as you spoke, “And I’ll have you know it was only three blueberry, the other two were apple.” 

Jungkook couldn’t even catch himself before he let a breathy laugh escape his lips as he shook his head at the sight of the pouty puppy like expression on your face as you looked at him, who appeared somewhat amused, “That’s not an excuse for eating nearly the whole platter.” 

He spooned you another bite, his brows pressed together a little in concentration as he continued to feed you. 

“Not everything needs to be excused. I didn’t say a word when you haven’t spoken to me in two weeks and yet now you’re feeding me a scone.” You replied with a sulking pout, staring back down at the tray of water, knowing that this was probably not something you should talk about right now, let alone in front of Wheein and Taehyung who definitely heard that and were definitely acting like they were ghosts at the moment. 

You had thought maybe you had overstepped a line but Jungkook hardly even looked bother has he replied right back, “Well if you hadn’t gone and done something stupid I wouldn’t be having to feed you,” He spoke matter of fact before he resumed your next bite of food, chewing you raised your brows at him as he continued, “And I’ll remind you that I was only doing what you told me to do.” 

“Well I’m alive, you don’t have to pretend to be nice anymore.” You sighed in exhaustion as you leaned back against the pillow causing a chuckle from Jungkook.  

“Is it so hard to believe I’m looking out for your wellbeing?” Jungkook asked, and it sounded like a sincere question as he scoffed a little, “I may not be thrilled with you, but I don’t want you dead. I don’t know how many times I have to say that. Besides, since when do I need an excuse for looking after my wife who dumbly decided to go against my orders and nearly get herself burned alive?” 

His voice came off a little stronger this time showing his now seriousness as you clacked your tongue while mumbling once more, “...I told you I’m not one of your soldiers. And when did you ever tell me that? Because I just assumed you probably did want me dead.” You curved a brow at him. 

“Well that’s your own presumption. I told you when you decided to go drink at a tavern without an escort,” Jungkook replied with your same tone, “And I had to carry you up six flights of stairs or else you’d surely kill yourself because you were so drunk.” You felt your cheek throb with warmth in embarrassment at the memory as you looked away from him indignantly. 

“I hope next time you listen to me,” Jungkook continued to speak despite your silence in hope he’d just shut up, but of course, he knew he was in the perfect position to speak freely without any chance of you getting away now, “Maybe you wouldn’t have to deal with me like you are now.” 

You glared at him with a sulky expression, “You truly are wicked.” He pushed another piece of scone into your mouth and for the first time, you had seen from him something you never had. 

A smile, an innocent smile that showed off what you realized looked like cute bunny teeth that was the literal opposite of what anyone considered wicked. 

He reached out to squish your cheeks causing your expression to get even sulkier, “Y’know princess, you should try to smile a little more, it suits you better then this new sulky expression you keep sporting,” 

Was...was he teasing you!? “You look like a sad pathetic puppy right now.” 

You tried to lean away from him as you whined, “Just because I’m unable to hit you now doesn’t give you the right to just annoy me! Let alone touch me!” Your cheeks were still squished though and your glare had returned causing him to laugh once more. 

“Who would’ve thought when stranded you're just a feisty little puppy.” Jungkook taunted, a challenging twinkle in his eyes and a wicked smirk curling on his lips to match as he gave your cheeks one last squeeze before letting go as you requested. 

“That’s not funny!” You puffed indignantly however Jungkook had managed to push a large piece of scone in your mouth this time causing another echo laughter from him at the look on your face as you began to chew ungrateful for his help now.

 “Are you finished with that so I can go back to bed and be left alone.” You complained to Taehyung who stood up, still mashing as he spoke, “Yes I’ve been done for about five minutes but I didn’t want to interrupt.” 

This now had both you and Jungkook looking away from one another and you swore you caught a laugh from Wheein who walked over with Taehyung to the other side of the bed so they could move freely. 

“It’s going to hurt once your hands are removed from the water and it’s going to sting at first with the balm okay?” Taehyung prepped you as Wheein grabbed both sides of the tray, sucking in a breath of air you gave a small nod while in preparation. 

Lifting your hands out of the water you closed your eyes, deciding that you didn’t want to watch any of this, you could feel the tray lifted off your lap before another pair of hands guided your arms to lower back against the cloth with your palms facing up. 

After a second of drying you winced at the inflamed feeling burning back into your palms as you whined in discomfort, fingers tenderly ran against your neck in comfort causing you to immediately lean against the hand in comfort before you felt the balm applied. It was alright at first but then the stinging immediately kicked in causing a loud yelp from you, “Ah fuck!” You yelped, squeezing your eyes even tighter shut as you growled, “You said it was only going to sting!” 

“If I said it was going to hurt you would’ve cried again and no offense but I don’t want my head on a platter tonight Your Highness.” Taehyung replied as he continued putting the balm on the other head, your eyes however were already welling with tears in pain, “This is killing off anything bad that could’ve entered the wounds, it’s painful but necessary. We can start wrapping now so it’ll begin to soothe once we get the burns dressed.” 

You whined in pain as you felt the resume of fingers running against your neck once more in reassurance and a thumb rubbing tenderly just below the start of your jaw as Taehyung began dressing your hands loosely and carefully wrapped your fingers, “Alright, finished!” 

Wheein and Taehyung backed off of you as you collapsed back in bed as you sighed, opening your eyes as you felt relieved to see your wounds were dressed once more, “I’ll have Wheein tend to your wounds on your lower body unless…” He coughed a little, making you frown as you tilted your head, “If you’d prefer his Highness do it then.” 

“No!” You immediately barked out causing Jungkook to snort, “No I do not.”

“You don’t have anything I haven’t seen before, princess.” Jungkook said, making you snort in return, why did this man act as if he even wanted to see your body when you knew for a fact he didn’t. 

“Then you won’t feel like you haven’t missed out.” You replied back sorely, making Jungkook hold up his hands in surrender as he stood up.

“Someone’s feeling prickly today.” He commented, making you glare at his broad back as he grabbed his coat, “I have business to catch up on, I’ll be back later.” 

“The nerve.” You puffed as you rolled your eyes, something he hasn’t already seen before…! How dare that man even simplify your body to nothing more than just an object! 

Taehyung chuckled as he gave a bow, “I’ll leave you and Wheein to it, it won’t be nearly as painful with your lesser burns, that being said somebody will be here to assist and keep you company throughout your days while you are unable to help yourself. I will be back later as well, Your Highness.” 

With that he departed as well, closing his door on the way out. 

Wheein had pulled the covers off your bed as you winced a little frowning at the sight as she pulled the nightgown all the way up to your hips as you groaned, “...he’s lying isn’t he?” This burn wasn’t nearly as horrific as yours hands but it was still pretty bad. 

Wheein offered a sympathetic smile, “It can’t be as painful as what you just experienced so that’s better m’lady?” 

You leaned back as you closed your eyes once more, letting her begin to apply the balm as you winced, “Can you do that thing again…? Please…? You mumbled, feeling a little childish at the silly request but you loved physical touch, it was a love language you had always shared with your mother. 

“Do what?” Wheein asked as she continued to carefully spread it over the large burn that covered most of your thigh. 

“Rub my neck…” You sighed intending to cover your face with your hands only to realize that was no longer possible only making you try and look away from her as much as possible. 

Wheein was silent for a while before it became mildly uncomfortable causing you no other choice than to look at her as she stared at you. 

Her mouth was quirked in a weird way as if she was trying to fight off both a laugh and a smile, “My lady, that was your husband who did that.”

“...What…” 

The day hadn’t been too terrible, besides the occasional check in with Wheein you mainly slept throughout the whole day until it became dark out, the worst part of your day only included having the balm Taehyung made reapplied with each time he changed your dressing but admittedly it did make quite the difference compared to before. 

Outside of that you mainly slept not only out of tiredness but out of a futile attempt to block out the guilt the nearly ate you alive at how you let your own hands get to the state they were in. You had nobody to blame but yourself. To say you were upset...was an understatement, and thus, you chose to sleep as it wasn’t as if you could do anything to let out your own frustration. 

Taehyung and Wheein made no comments the entire time your hands bathed in the cool water, if you closed your eyes and pretended you hadn’t ruined them it could even be considered soothing. 

 As if sensing your inner distress neither said anything outside bidding their goodnights before they left for the night and of course Wheein had told you to just call for her if you needed anything at all during the night. 

Watching the door shut you finally crumpled against your pillows as you sighed, letting your head relax against the headboard. You had specifically told them you’d manage to lay yourself down with any help and though Wheein looked doubtful she had figured it wasn’t worth a fight.

Looking down at the wrapped wounds you scoffed, feeling the lingering knot in your throat come back as you shook your head. 

How could you be so careless? 

Words couldn’t even describe how you felt with yourself, so many things ran through your mind in anxiety as you sucked in a harsh breath, the only thing you could think however- was that it was a good thing you were already married. 

Just the thought made a somewhat bitter laugh escape you at the realization. Out of all the things you could think of- that was the first. Your smile slowly melted off your face into a more dim one as you sighed. It was the truth though, nobody would want damaged goods. That’s all you were after all- something to be sold off just like you were during your wedding.

It was as if the very person who lingered on your mind could sense your thoughts, much to your surprise your door was opened to reveal him. Jungkook was true to his word. When he hadn’t come around by afternoon you had just assumed he was too busy and assumed when he said he’d be back; that he was just lying. 

Clearly he wasn’t. 

He was in his nightwear, loose pants and the white button shirt that cut low on his chest that parted free of any confinement, “Well don’t look at me like that.” He snorted but you couldn’t help the way your nose wrinkled at the sight of him. 

“You couldn’t make the time to visit during the day? I’m getting ready to sleep.” Your hands rested in your lap as you curled a little away from his figure that sat in the chair that was still placed at your bedside. 

“I was busy.” Jungkook replied, his gaze neutral as he spoke, “And while I know you love sleeping your days away we need to discuss Seohyun and the duel.” 

Something in your mouth immediately soured at the mention of her. He couldn’t come here sooner to talk about this? Your jaw clenched a little as you looked away from him, “This couldn’t wait for the morning?” 

The sharpness in your words didn’t surpass Jungkook as his brows furrowed, not making that look on his face any less firm, if anything it only made him look somewhat defensive, “No it couldn’t. In case you forgot there’s less than a week left before you were supposed to fight her and you can’t in this state.” 

“Well then what’s there to discuss?” You finally sighed as you looked back at Jungkook, your patience wearing thin and you were tired, and you really didn’t give a damn about Seohyun right now, she was the last thing on your mind and while yes some of your worries were about her and what to do, Jungkook was right about one thing, “If it’s mutually agreed I’m useless now, what is there to discuss other then we have to call off the duel? If this was your only reason to visit me then you can go.” 

Jungkook’s expression didn’t change- in fact you’d even say he looked somewhat offended beneath that cold veneer he put on, “Don’t pretend like you’d want my company outside this, and you aren’t useless-” 

“I am!” You snapped out cutting him off, the abrupt sharpness in your voice had stopped him right in his tracks as you gritted your teeth in anger, “I can’t even feed myself right now! So don’t lie to me about that in some attempt to make me feel better!” 

There was an undeniable quiver in your lips as your shoulders crumpled in defeat, tears glossing your eyes as you mumbled,  “...I’m so tired of fighting Jungkook. If this is all we’re going to do, please just...go. I asked you before to not talk to me when you were sorting through your feelings and-” 

You let out a yelp at fingers digging into your chin, yanking your face to look up at him, Jungkook was now leaned over, those icy blue eyes drilling into yours as he spoke quietly, “This has nothing to do with her. Obviously I need to make this very clear to you Y/n, so don’t make me repeat myself,” Jungkook’s expression didn’t change as he continued, “I’m here because I chose to be here. Because I wanted to see you, Seohyun’s duel was only the first thing I wanted to discuss. I figured it was already clear to you what my decision was given you’re still here alive.” 

Jungkook stared at you for a long second, waiting for your reply but it didn’t come, your eyes only shut with more tears as he tucked his tongue into his cheek, finally sighing as he let go of your chin, sitting back down in his chair. 

There was a long awkward pause as you continued to sniffle and Jungkook couldn’t bare to sit in the silence any longer as he let out a long sigh, finally relenting as his expression melted into something more along hesitancy as he spoke, “...You said you wanted to set aside our differences to understand one another…” 

He scratched his neck as he spoke, now refusing to look directly at you, “...I’m not a man good with words, and I’m certainly not good with women and their feelings on top of it, but...I thought a lot about what you said and what you’ve done.” Jungkook’s eyes finally flickered back to you again as you sniffled, rubbing the back of hand to wipe your tears, “...I’m well aware that I’ve been unfair and cruel in the past, putting you under expectations you don’t know how to uphold or even know where to begin learning.” 

“What I’m trying to say is,” Jungkook sighed briefly, “...I’m sorry,” He scratched his cheek, his eyes now averted once more, “I know I come across callous but I try to be considerate, and while I haven’t shown it to you per say, I’m more inclined to trying now then I was when we first married.” 

“For someone who says he isn't good with words you talk a lot.” You sniffled with a mumble as you sat back against your pillows, trying your best to pretend as if all of his words weren’t flustering you even further. 

“It’s to make up for the fact that I’m not.” Jungkook snorted briefly, “Crying women put me on edge. So I’ll keep talking until you stop.” 

This earned a small but brief smile from you as you sniffled once more shaking your head as the expression slowly melted off your face, your eyes somberly looking at him as you sighed wistfully, “I’m not...I’m not crying because of you Jungkook...I’m just angry, at myself, at the world. At everything...How much do you know about Eunoia?” 

It was a soft spoken question as you peered at him somewhat shy, Jungkook looked as if he hadn’t expected the question as he cocked his head a little, a frowning setting on his face as he shrugged a little, “Not much, we don’t accept any imported goods from other countries, so our information is very limited on other nations unless it is relevant to civil affairs.” 

You managed to wiggle yourself closer to the edge of the bed as you sighed, trying to figure out where to start as you lowered your gaze a little, “...In Eunoia, we’re reverent to the Earth for springing forth life from it’s force. Everything has a soul, a story to tell. Every tree and flower, the butterflies and rabbits, down to each person which walks in our land. They say it's because our ancestors- the Dryads were birthed from the roots of the tallest oaks and that’s why we’re so connected with nature.” 

Jungkook sat quietly, listening to you intently but you felt a little nervous, he wasn’t the most expressive person. 

“So how do we tend to nature? How do we water it’s grass and feed it’s dirt? With our hands.” You held up your own, offering a weak smile as you gestured Jungkook, he looked a little confused before he somewhat cautiously held out his hand to you. 

You set it against your lap as you offered a small smile, tracing his pinky with the faintest of touch in an attempt to not disturb the dull ache your burns had continued, “The number 5 in my nation, is said to bring good luck, it’s because we have five fingers. The pinky represents innocence and oaths.” 

His hand was big, much bigger than your own and in fact, you were positive he could’ve crushed your own hand at any given moment if he so desired, but Jungkook now looked curious, leaned in forward a little as his eyes kept on his own hand as you continued to trace against it, “The ring finger represents love and compassion as well as vows to be kept. And the middle finger represents righteous anger and courage.” 

Your lips briefly pulled into a smile as you recalled your earliest memories, your own mother tracing your hand as she had explained the belief of 5 to you as a child, “The index finger represents moving forward and luck. And your thumb represents strength and endurance.” 

You paused as your lips began to coil into a frown as your fingers tenderly touched against the palm of his hand which was calloused thoroughly and rough, “But the palm of one’s hand is the most important and sacred of all, it’s what allows you to use all five to gift to others. For how can you promise another without it’s stead? To hold another's hand without it’s grip? To fight without it’s honor? To push your obstacles aside without it’s help? To hold without dropping?” 

Your face was now somber as you lowered your gaze, almost shamefully, “Hands are the giver of life to Eunoian’s, they’re so special; because how can we continue our traditions and livelihoods without them? How do we help those in need if we cannot help ourselves? How do we prune away the rot in the plants, dig in the soil, give life to what once gave life to us without them?” 

Your eyes were closed as you felt the warm wet tears slide down your cheeks in mourning as you tried to steady your voice, “So you understand, yes? What it means to me that I destroyed them…It’s utterly shameful in Eunoia to have hands scarred like this, especially intentionally...” 

Jungkook sighed softly, his eyes had become soft at your state and he hadn’t realized just what you were feeling internally until this moment, “You haven’t destroyed your hands,” He tutted somewhat exasperatedly, he grabbed your wrists as he held them up making you look at him, “Did Taehyung say you destroyed your hands?” 

“Well no-”

“That you’d never be able to use them after this?” 

“No-”

“That you will forever be seen as useless.” 

“N-no…” 

Jungkook’s gaze was steely- but it was different this time, his expression was intimidating, it was...almost reassuring though to someone who had never met him- they might not be able to tell the differences, “You told me how Eunoia see’s this. So let me tell you what Penumbrian’s see it as,” Jungkook’s grip tightened a little on your wrist as he spoke, “Much like swordsmanship is revered here, scars are an inevitable fate for all of us.” 

“It’s accepted as a process of learning the way of the blade, and especially to us who have fought in the wars. So when you are scarred, it’s not seen as something disgusting by us,” Jungkook’s gaze didn’t falter, “It’s seen as a celebration, a story. A moment of honor which you earned by sacrificing a small part of yourself. Glory comes in all shapes and sizes in scars,” Jungkook finally sighed as his grip softened a little on your wrist, “I’m sure....our ways are very different from yours...but you’re a Penumbrian Princess now, I won’t tell you what to let go of and what to keep, but just remember that we will never judge you for this. Not my people nor me.” 

Your lips quivered a little as your eyes rested on your hands, trying to not let your eyes gloss as you mumbled, “...I don’t regret what I did, I would never turn away someone who needed help...I just wish I had thought about what that might cause…” 

Jungkook sighed as he finally leaned back in his chair as he spoke solemnly, “I know.” He was far different from the love you had once known in Seokjin, by far, Jungkook was a world apart from him. But two little words somehow made the world of difference for you. 

The next few days had went by slowly and they were filled with monotony aside from occasional visits from Taehyung to check on your hands and Wheein checking in on you to make sure you were okay. 

And of course, your husband. He had made an appearance to see you at least once a day but he had admitted to you yesterday that he had fallen behind on work and was having to make up for it as of- whilst briefly mentioning his father who wasn’t happy about it. But he hadn’t lingered on the subject long enough for you to ask any questions. 

If there was one thing you were considered- resilient would be what you’d say. There was little to nothing you could do on your own but with enough boredom you eventually found a way to read. 

Your hands were burned severely and your fingers oozed with blisters which Taehyung had regretfully informed you would take another couple of days at least to go away, but the one part of your hands which weren’t burned were the sides. 

This was important information because this was how you managed to get a book into your lap, your eyes curiously drifting over each sentence before you turned the page with the side of your thumb. It wasn’t easy by any means but it wasn’t like you didn’t have all day. 

Speaking of- it was mid day and eventually Taehyung would return to soak your hands one last time before wrapping them for the night. You sighed as you glanced out of your window, lips quirking as sadness sunk into your chest. 

It was a bright sunny day and you couldn’t even go outside to enjoy it. 

You technically could but you had so many burns Taehyung had been worried the sun’s rays might make them worse and you truly weren’t in much walking condition, even more so if you couldn’t do anything about it. 

Shaking your head warily you decided to focus on your book once more, it wasn’t the most thrilling topic but it was definitely interesting to read how Penumbra rose to the wealth they had between their limited goods they exported- which made them extremely increased in value do to the quality craft. Not only this but smithing and metal work itself was also included in this as well. 

“You’re going to hunch permanently if you read like that.” 

You jolted, your book fell out of your lap as you scrambled in effort to catch it before letting out a frustrated whine at the sight of it hitting the ground. You looked up ungratefully at Jungkook’s figure that leaned against the doorway, “You could’ve knocked!” You whined out as you kicked your feet in frustration, “Now I can’t pick it up!” 

“You shouldn’t have even tried using your hands to begin with. In case you needed to be reminded; your hands are still extremely fragile,” Jungkook chastised lightly as he walked into the room, closing the door behind him before leaning down to pick up the book, sitting on the edge of the bed as he looked at the title, “Penumbra’s claim to wealth…?” His eyes furrowed as if somewhat confused as he glanced at you. 

You had nothing to be embarrassed about, after all you had much to learn about Penumbra but for some reason, being confronted with Jungkook on the subject still made you squirm, even if you were getting on better with him these last few days then you had the three months you had been married. 

Your face immediately burned in embarrassment and had it not been for your hands you would’ve snatched the book from him, “...I’m trying to understand how Penumbra’s wealth came to be and what they use to keep the wealth in their kingdom.” You mumbled before deciding to redirect the conversation, not wanting to be questioned on this, “What did Seohyun say…? About the duel?” 

You weren’t thrilled about mentioning her in conversation but Jungkook had told you yesterday that due to the state you were in he would go in your stead to talk to Seohyun about the duel and see if he could postpone it. When you first declined his offer Jungkook was relentless and continued on to mentioned it would be better he do it instead of you and finally after some debate you had gave your blessing though you still didn’t like the idea. 

You didn’t want to be seen in the eyes of Seohyun as hiding behind your husband. You could easily face her on your own, though you were dully aware Seohyun probably wasn’t above taking advantage of you while injured. Maybe Jungkook knew this as well and that was why he was so determined.

Jungkook ignored your attempt to lead the conversation elsewhere, his eyes continued to inspect the book as he opened it, “Well for one Penumbra’s wealth isn’t just from our exported goods- Not exactly, we couldn’t rely on that solely since we don’t send much wear out. Our main wealth comes from the mountain and miners who mine the material that create our goods, we had a plot of gold that was struck there back in 12EX and that skyrocketed our overall wealth. It was back after the great war of 11EX when our original kingdom of Seoul was destroyed and Penumbra was brought forth after it.” 

He closed the book as you sighed, your lips jutting into a pout at not being able to distract him as you had hoped, he puffed a breath of air, a ghost of smile tugging on his lips before it dropped, “Seohyun refused to change the deadline at first but after some persuasion she’s given another two month for you to prepare. Once you heal you will return to training with me.” 

“That was surprisingly easy…?” You furrowed your brows as you hummed, leaning back against the pillows as you silently looked at Jungkook in question. 

Jungkook didn’t say anything at first before he eventually shrugged, “I’d just be grateful that she agreed if I were you. She’s not exactly the giving type.” 

This made you puff a breath as you set your hands in your lap, “Oh I can tell.” You replied with a snort. 

In the beginning of your marriage you had just assumed Jungkook had committed infidelity a handful of times- not with any proof- it was simply what you felt would be in his nature at the time. But the longer you have gotten to know him, the more the idea began to bother you. Especially when Seohyun had made herself known to you. And even more so when it was brought to your attention their relationship was not just one in lust- but in love.

How could you possibly compete with something like that?

“Jungkook,” You hadn’t even meant to call his name but Jungkook’s attention was now on you as he sat down in the chair at your bedside.

Your words felt stuck in your throat at the realization that this was a horrible idea, but you were genuinely curious, the more you thought about Seohyun and Jungkook as a couple, the less sense it made to you. 

His brows lifted a little in acknowledgement as you somewhat hesitantly asked, “...May I ask...what made you attracted to Seohyun…? I just…” Your brows pinched as you pressed your lips together, “I mean this in the most inoffensive way possible, but I genuinely have a hard time imagining you both together.” 

Jungkook was silent for a long moment and it seemed as if he had been took off guard at your question. Perhaps he had just assumed you’d never ask something like this before. Regardless he wasn’t glaring at you so that had to be a good sign. 

Instead Jungkook only looked out the window which was bright with rays of sun, his expression remained the same and he pondered your words for a moment before he spoke, “...I loved her, in the way that I found comfort in somebody I could relate to. We had similar childhoods, the same friend group, we attended the same parties and events. She was the fire that melted my ice-” 

He huffed a breath of air- as if he didn’t personally feel this way- as he set his forearms on his knees, “-or at least that’s what many told me. I admired many things about her, her fiery personality was one of them. She was always hot headed growing up,” He rolled his eyes as if memories swam in his mind, “But what I enjoyed- and grew to love the most was her determination to speak up even in situations it was frowned upon. She never let somebody silence her when she felt convicted to say something.” 

“Are you saying you never spoke up in those situations?” You pulled one of the many pillows on your bed against you as you hugged in close, setting your chin on it as you tried to imagine him in his former years. 

You had a hard time envisioning Jungkook being someone quiet in a situation when he didn’t agree but then again, the more you had gotten to know Jungkook personally, he wasn’t necessarily someone who was highly opinionated. Even so, Jungkook still held a very strong presence even in his silence. 

Jungkook pressed his lips together before chuckling lowly as if what you said humored him, “Not per say,” He replied his voice oddly soft as his gaze kept on the window, “But I was often told as a child to not misspeak in a situation I didn’t have permission to do so or the knowledge required to fully understand. It’s different now that I’ve grown into my role, I’ve lived through wars and lead men, I’ve watched my fellow men die in battle and managed to turn the tides in our darkest hours. I gained much experience since then- and I know Seohyun would’ve stayed by my side had they let her go to war with me. But even without all of that, it’s never stopped her from voicing her opinion.”

You found a tiny smile forming on your lips as you spoke, “And that's very nice- but you didn’t answer my question.” 

Jungkook huffed a little, as if brought back to reality, though cool blue eyes that never ceased to stand out to you met your own as he shook his head, “You saw me as a child once, what do you make of that? The first time we truly met.” 

You had to do a double take as you raised your brows in somewhat surprise, “...You remember that? At Yule?” 

You’d be lying to say you weren’t shocked Jungkook remembered that Yule when you both were children, the same memory you had hated when you first wedded Jungkook was now brought back to your mind, the memory of him as a little boy, he had been shorter then you by a few inches back then and he was a small thing truly.

Those eyes of his however were just as unwelcoming back then as they were now though truthfully, still. You do remember the way he had been hiding behind his uncle's legs.

“Well,” Jungkook drew a breath as he finally leaned back in his chair, “Truthfully you were the only one who didn’t seem afraid of me. You kept trying to get me to dance.” 

You tilted your head in surprise, “You remember more than I do...All I remember was you continually running away from me.” 

“I wasn’t allowed to play with other children during my youth,” Jungkook ushered softly, “Yule was the first time I had been in such a social setting before- I was considerably shy as a child, but even more so when I had been put in that event...Not to mention I thought you…” Jungkook suddenly paused his words, his gaze snapping to you as you frowned. 

It was silent for a long moment and finally he sighed, shaking his head, looking somewhat brooding though you didn’t understand.

“Are you okay? Your ears look red…?” 

Jungkook’s hands instantly covered his ears briefly as if to hide them as he replied with a somewhat gritted tone, “I’m fine.” 

You let out a brief laugh as you raised your brows in amusement. What…? Was this a peak of his own shyness coming out? You didn’t press him because it looked somewhat amusing but rather you decided to save him from it as you asked softly, “You said you weren’t allowed to play other children...why was that?” 

Jungkook dropped his hands as he frowned a little, “My father always said it was a distraction and that, I would one day be king and I needed to study and train, it wasn’t until I was older that I was allowed more free time, it was just a few years before I begun my training in the academy for war.”

“But you had to have gotten lonely…” You frowned, “You were a child…” 

Jungkook shrugged a little, as if unsure of what to say at the sight of your softened eyes, he looked a bit awkward as he spoke, “I was a shy boy growing up, I preferred my own company over others- I still do if I’m honest. And I did have the other boys that trained alongside me growing up. Such as Jimin and even Hoseok, I wasn’t close to them then, but we grew up together and that in itself has made them irreplaceable to me.” 

You smiled tenderly at his words which made Jungkook’s gaze sharpen a little, “Don’t ever tell them I said that. Their ego knows no bounds and I’d rather die than puff it any further for them.” 

Amusement was written on your face as you nodded, “Your secret is safe with me. Now are you just going to hold that or are you going to at least do me the favor of reading to me?” 

“I’m not a teacher,” Jungkook snorted but nevertheless opened the book, “How have you even managed to read all of this on your own? Better yet, how much do you know?” 

Pressing your cheek into the pillow you shrugged as you yawned, “Well I keep a journal for my studies to help me remember, but Namjoon has been helping me in the great library. He’s quite knowledgeable and a wonderful teacher too.” 

You felt confused as you watched Jungkook’s expression shift and his body straighten a little as he mumbled, “Namjoon…?” He looked a little childish in his words as he spoke up, “You could’ve just asked me to help you if you truly wanted to know about Penumbra.” 

“You just told me you aren’t a teacher!” You cried out in exasperation, “How was I supposed to know you wanted to help me? In fact,” You waved your hand as you straightened up, “I’m positive you didn’t want to help me. I mean I appreciate it but you truly are sending me mixed signals here.”

Jungkook tucked his tongue into his cheek as he replied, “Well that's your fault for assuming, if you came to me genuinely curious and maybe added a please in, I would’ve been fine teaching you. Or at the very least answering any questions you had.”

You clacked your tongue in disbelief before you rolled your eyes exasperatedly, “You and your need for my mannerism is quite humorous,” A mischievous thought pulled over you as you spoke nonchalantly, “And I’m not asking though, I’m quite happy with Namjoon, he has a very beautiful way of explaining.” 

You bursted with giggles at the way Jungkook tried to fight the sour expression on his face as you laughed, “But who am I to decline you? I’d be more than happy to have you teach me whenever you have a chance.” 

“Good,” Jungkook replied, looking a little awkward and unsure of how to reply as he cleared his throat, “I want to make sure you’re learning everything correctly with no misinformation.” 

You gestured towards the book in his hand as you hid your smile against the pillow, “Then start reading, I’m waiting.” You hugged your pillow close as Jungkook sighed, looking almost hesitant, as if he didn’t enjoy speaking allowed before he cleared his throat,  as he opened the book where your page marker was at and began to read aloud. 

Funny enough, his voice was quite soothing to listen to when he spoke just a hair louder than his usual quiet tone, it was strong and smooth and he’d occasionally pause in his sentence to explain in further detail whatever the book was talking about. 

You were perched up, eagerly listening to his explanations and detail and time had passed quickly without either of you realizing it, too busy enjoying the conversation the other had to offer. 

[findingjoynweirdstuff]

Ooooo okay overall thoughts on what Tommy did on stream today? As someone who’s been around for a while I’d love to hear your thoughts :)

Anon, you have sparked a ramble because I love talking about meta shit like this. Be warned and also thank you >:)

So...

Remember this?

And this?

And this?

One thing that makes Dream SMP alive is the constant change. Nothing is permanent, nothing is sacred. As much as it hurt, the New L'manburg Festival's impact came from seeing the Community House, which everyone thought for so long surely couldn't be destroyed, in ruins.

Even before then! It was strange to see the old Community House everyone loved go when Dream, Sapnap and George remodeled it after the Reddit post.

But, you know Quackity's second Las Nevadas stream? Do you remember what made that flashback scene so, so impactful when you first saw it?

The fact that, before anything else gave away that it was a flashback, before you saw the black walls of L'manburg cluing you in, you saw this:

Nothing in those pictures looks like it does today. The instant you see that, you know it’s the past. And when you finally saw the walls, it was all the more impactful from that build-up.

Where Purpled's Walmart once stood, Puffy's Targay stood next. Jack Manifold's Tesco in the sky above it was destroyed a long time ago. And now there's room for something else.

Where Fundy's Socializing Club once stood, Ponk's essential oils shop stood. And now there's room for something else.

The Community House has been blown up multiple times. Even Dream's bedroom underneath it was taken out in the explosion from Fundy's prank.

Where Skeppy's house once stood, Bad and Skeppy's mansion now stands.

Tommy's house has changed faces so many times, it hasn't been the original since July of last year.

You can't just carbon date the SMP by which version of Tommy's house you see, or what the I <3 ANDREA sign reads -- you can do that for the whole thing.

Ponk's casino was built on land that used to be taken up by Sam's little castle from when he rejoined the server after his hiatus.

Eret's museum had room made for it by taking down an old frame of a build that was never finished.

The original Camarvan, as iconic as it was, was taken down only a few days after the L'manburg War!

Eret's entire tower -- yes, this tower

was completely destroyed, top to bottom. Entirely demolished. (Thanks, Fundy)

There are a few cases where it definitely hurts. Alyssa's house is the last remnant of the lake area from the early days, one of the very few builds from that time still standing. Wilbur's ball house is the one remaining marker we have of his time on the server from before L'manburg. Those, I think, I would be genuinely sad to see go. The ones where they’re the only remnant of that time, y’know?

But the gingerbread house? That's only been here since December, man, and it takes up so much room. Targay's only been there since November and it had already replaced another build before it. This is a lot more room to build, some much-needed change on the Prime Path tbh.

I was sad to see the CRY sign go a while back purely because it made angsty lore 10x funnier with it in the background, but it's gone now and that's that.

Besides, we'll always have builds somewhere on the server that remain from the old times. Whether it's the escape tunnel to Pogtopia that managed to survive Doomsday, or Techno's old base, or Dream's grave marker for his parrot who died on his journey home with Spirit that still stands, somewhere out there in the ice spikes, waiting for someone to come across it someday.

I mean, this isn't even to mention the sentimental items. 

Spirit's leather is fake. The original was destroyed. For all we know, Tommy's discs are just two of the many decoys that circulated around throughout the saga with no way to tell the real ones apart. Hell, Tommy got attached to the fucking decoy discs back in the day and Tubbo scolded him for that lmao. They got rid of those eventually though. 

This probably all plays a big part in why attachment and legacy are such big themes of DSMP's story. People get attached to things, people get nostalgic, people care about things, but everything in the story has to be let go of at one point or another. It's a balance.

So, time for some summer cleaning!

[delugguk]

[ 2 ] in the soop | JK

welcome to domestic, soft boyfriend, mini or not so mini jungkook in the soop episodes! ft bam

ㅡsince my mind can't stop spinning with every episode + jungkook's finery,,, I decided to do this! I'll be updating this once in a while so don't be afraid to come and check from time to time ♡.

ㅡI'm not sure how many scenarios I'll write since it really depends, this doesn't have a specific end because I can still write in the future but n-e-ways!! hope you enjoy it and please let me know what you think on my lovely ask~

WARNING: 18+ CONTENT.

pair: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: smut as in.. exhibitionism, oc bounces on jks dick (yeah, that's one of their favourite things to do). a bit of voyeur if you squint?? doggy style, they're just too in love and horny to like,, even care lmao.

IMPORTANT NOTE: for reference.. jungkook looks like this and yep, it's surrounding that specific position and time ;)

2nd note: hoseok, seokjin, yoongi are here. ㅡ and as always.. let me know what you think♡

[more episodes]

EPISODE 2.  "younger people aren't as shy nowadays..."

It's time to eat but why... did you had to seat on jungkook's lap?

oh, right.

he told you so.

but does that give you both the right to do what you were doing? no.

where you embarrased? absolutely no.

how come you feel embarrased to have sex in front of a bunch of cameras but when it comes to jungkook's group of friends... you do not even care?

It is a lifetime mystery, but here you are... teasing him. or... oh well. more like him teasing you.

it was the first hours of the morning and so everyone decided to do some hwachae to eat. jungkook was very excited contributing into a big part of the process but the moment you've entered the room to join him seat and eat, has seemed to blur his mind.

"yah jungkook, don't drool too much. you'll end up eating a hwachae full of saliva." hoseok jokes.

"wouldn't that stillㅡbasically be full of his saliva once the food is in his mouth though?" seokjin replies.

"he got you there." humorously, yoongi responds and everyone's laugh.

"right.." hoseok's mumble more to himself.

one of your legs is currently above jungkook's muscular thighs ㅡ by his demand. ㅡ while your hands wraps very nicely around his waist, in a hug. your head resting on his shoulder. you join their laughter.

"aren't you going to eat?" you ask jungkook while he has one of his hands caressing both your shoulders, all the way down to your back and so on, very softly. ㅡ the way he's looking at you right now couldn't be more.. intense. but in a nice way. everyone kept talking their stuff but he..

he preferred to have a little bit of fun with... you.

"I rather eat you." he whispers to your ear and you automatically clench your legs without even noticing but he does.

you look at him in a daring way, "you can't-"

"I know." he flashes a smile, interrupting you. "I can't just do that here." continuing smiling acting as if you didn't just said that a few seconds ago, he's not whispering anymore.

"but I can do this." purring into your ear, he manhandles you to seat on his lap, facing the boys.

for jungkook's win in lottery, you were wearing a very pretty, silky, baby blue skirt. 'more access' he thought. easy access. a win-win. ㅡ the moment you seat on his lap you could feel his semi erect bulge.

you try not to react but it gets a little bit harder when his hands are already sliding down your pantys offㅡall while the boys keep being oblivious at their little maknae's (that's not so little) filthy actions.

they did saw you getting on top of his lap but didn't questioned it though. ㅡ you move one of your hands back in order to squeeze jungkook's arm as to ask what the hell was he doing, but he just chuckles. there is no way you weren't enjoying this and he knew that by the wayㅡthe moment his tattoed finger roses your clit as.. you know, he'd like to call.. 'tasting purposes'.

"lift yourself a little bit for me." his lips brushes your neck softly, reaching your ear.

you do as he says without much thinking. you've already lost. he could take you whenever he wanted. you are for him to please and viceversa. ㅡ you do as he says, and while you're at it he sticks his dick out. he's already so hard for you.. nobody seemed to notice still.. of course your skirt played a big part of it though. since it kept things hidden even though it wasn't very long.

you pretended to get up to grab some hwachae and actually eat one for.. you know, *cough* acting purposes *cough*.

truth is, you could play to be the best actress to ever exist in humanity if it meant you'll have this freedom to fuck your boyfriend every. single. day.

that's how horrendously down bad you were, and you could bet the entire universe that if someone asked him the same thing, he'll do just the same for you.

ㅡthe moment you do that, he puts you down with his bare hands grabbing your hips, already aligning with your insides, entering you very slowly. reason of why you start shaking a little. he slided in very smoothly and good. so good. you did not expected to be this wet but it seemed that the adrenaline of getting caught by one of the members turned you on... badly.

"my fucking princess.." jungkook starts hissing in your ears, his voice very low. none of you are moving. "fucking wet about to get fucked in front of my friends," slowly kisses the back of your neck. "does that makes my little demon horny?"

you squeeze your legs, clenching your walls. jungkook laughs at it. you're overwhelmed by his words and voice while trying not to react in front of them, but your cheeks were already so flushed.

"hey.. what's going on over there? what's so funny?" seokjin says while eating. the three man looking at jungkook for laughing but then all of their gazes land on you.

"jungkook's cheeks are red.. y/n seems a bit.." yoongi starts but hoseok interrupts him.

"are you two fucking??"

jungkook does nothing but show a small grin on his side. his hands hiding underneath your baby blue skirt, you had a hoodie on, it was a nice outfit.

you seemed to have brought a lot of skirts to this trip and to be honest jungkook wasn't mad about it. It just made everything more.. accessible, even fun so.

not knowing about if you should feel grateful or not, you are facing the members but your gaze is on the floor. you could not make eye contact with them while getting fucked under the table by jungkook, could you? no...

it just would be a little too weirdㅡbut you could not help the feeling so you lean your body down the table burying your face in it with your arms and start fucking yourself on jungkook's dick very desperately. soft moans leaving your lips while jungkook hisses way louder at your sudden moves.

all you could hear was seokjin's surprised gasp and hoseok's perverted-like chuckles.

"I can't believe this." hoseok continues.

truth is.. jungkook was hot and he knew it. you could sense how much he knew about your thing for him when he's simple and not wearing make upㅡso ever since he discovered that to be your weak spot.. he has been trying to make your life completely hell. but not that you complained though-

ㅡjungkook's very careful to not let anybody see your private parts since, well.. he was a little bit too.. possessive when it comes to that. In his mind.. nobody could fuck you like him. nobody could touch you the way he does. In his mind he was the perfect and best match for you. In his mind you both were strategically made for each other, that soulmates cheesy shit energy that he adores and gets him going.

for him.. you were princess peach while he was bowser. yes, bowser. he strongly believed that theory of him stealing her from mario just so they both could fuck. you thought he was insane about it but he said he can't just throw that thought away given to their "lame ass" fights. jungkook also deeply believes that peach doesn't really deserve mario but that's a conversation for another day...

the point is, that for him.. you were just that girl that gets him going and he'll do anything and everything for you and that's why he had to protect you. It doesn't matter if you could protect yourself without his help, he'll always be there to offer and serve. ㅡ so he carefully lifts you up to make yourself face him. you're a bit confused but get right back into it as fast as you're down on him once again. jungkook kisses your neck and you moan. his hands placed on your ass below the silky fabric and you hear someone's sigh.

"oh.. they really are fucking huh?" seokjin laughs.

"kook-ah? aren't you going to eat?"

jungkook controls your hips so you go deeper on him, "n-not.. yet. uhm. later.. fuck."

"younger people aren't as shy nowadays.." yoongi says with a smirk drawing his face, sipping from a cup. his voice lower than normal.. it lowkey turned you on the fact that they didn't seemed shocked at all. or at least that's not what you heard since you still didn't face them and now couldn't, given to your boyfriend changing your position. you still wondered if they've done this before...

"fuckㅡ you're doing so good for me." jungkook blurbs between his teeth. then he adjust his hands on your hips again turning you around, making you go back to your first position. "look at them." he says while putting your back against his chest helping you bounce on him by holding your waist.

you can't help but look up and all you see is them continuing eating, as if nothing was happening. they took several glances at you though but they couldn't really see anything else apart from your skirt bouncing up and down. jungkook was low-key holding it down from time to time so they could not see what was his. yeah, he's fine with people watching as long as it is from a far and they don't get to have a taste of what it's like to be with you or to fully see the way your body moves while you were at it, because those were things that were made for his eyes and his eyes only. nobody else. no one else.

"who'll thought we would ever see jungkook fucking his girl in front of us.. huh?" seokjin laughs and they follow.

"who'll ever thought about jungkook letting us see how he fucks his girl?" hoseok's humorous.

"It sure is a first time..." yoongi purrs. everyone chuckles.

"...and who'll thought you'll like getting fucked in front of my friends hm?" jungkook's breathless and you didn't say a word but go hard down on him this time. leaning down on the table for support trying not to moan but it was an useless thing to do right now since they were clearly aware of this situation.ㅡ going harder and harder you started breathing heavier and sexier. you highkey got hornier on getting fucked in front of other people you weren't going to lie.

"fuckㅡprincess." he looks very overwhelm at this point.

"he sure is all grown now.." purrs hoseok.

the three man were already finishing their food as you briefly glance at them in one second. hoseok's all red while yoongi and seokjin's are calm. for some reason yoongi not being bothered by it turned you on which made you think you should tell this to jungkook later, for you know.. reaction purposes-

going back to reality, there is that nick nameㅡ he knew you were close to cum as so he'll could also be. you tighten your grip on the table and start fucking him back and forth.

"damn.." hoseok sighs.

"yeah.." yoongi respondsㅡtrying not to mind yalls business was getting hard. reason why they start cleaning their things to go.

jungkook carries the sexiest smirk on his face at his friends actionsㅡsuch a pitty you could not see such sight as he roughly fucked you now.

"babeㅡfuck-" you moan trying to lean down the table all over again but he lifts you up so you could turn around, facing him. "come here babe" you sit back on his cock very quickly while his butt is out of the chair to fuck you better. jungkook holds your skirt down when he notices the members peaking at your ass. but he can't contain it anymore so he just let them. your skirt going up naturally. he'll let them see this time. just once.

"fucking tight." jungkook hisses between teeth lifting up your silk skirt just for him to touch giving you a tiny slap.

"this fucking ass is all mine, you hear?"

"mhm- ywah." your eyes closed as you moan close to his lips. he grabs the opportunity to leave a soft peck.

jungkook's cheeks are tinted red from the heat and the room wasn't even hot but it sure felt like it.

"that's why I like to hear.." both his hands rubbing your ass.

eventually, the image was.. obviously getting a bit to... intense. and because they're humans they were clearly starting to feel some.. *cough* things. ㅡ very smoothly one by one started saying the things they needed to do for the sake of getting out of there faster enough unless they'll say something they shouldn't and hey, who wants to fight jungkook? even when he's the youngest.. they know a mad and irritated jungkook isn't a great jungkook when it comes to them.

"uh, im- jungkook your f-food-" seokjin interrupted,

"make sure to eat, I'm leaving your food here.." yoongi points at the table. jungkook takes a quick glance at him looking extremely GONE. without saying a word, he just nod his head very quickly.

"ok so.. that's it." hoseok lowers his voice.

"y/n you too, make sure to... eat." softly, seokjin remains.

"eung" that's all you manage to sayㅡand with that they're gone.

"fuck now is your time."

Jungkook bends you to the table and starts fucking you deep and nice. you wish you could fuck yourself back but you were reaching your orgasm already.

"shit, I'm cummingg."

legs all wobbly, but your ass still up for how good the overstimulation was, you wait till he cums tooㅡand he does.

"fuck..."

"did we just-"

"yeah..." he giggles and you do too.

"wow."

"yep-"

you both laugh because really, you had no words it just.. sort of,, happened? but somehow felt like it didn't.

he seats back on the chair, cleaning himself and you do too. noticing how the boys left some clean wipes for you both.. you felt a little embarrased by that. you thought you both must have looked very.. wild.

"was this a fever dream?"

"given to the way your legs wobble everytime you walk, mhm.... i dont think so"

you try to punch him but can't given to the way you're seated in front of him.

"youre so stupid." you roll your eyes.

"we both are." he smiles mocking you.

"wi bith iri." you mock him back.

"see? that's proof." he laughs.

"oh! shut up and eat!" you laugh back, "you're lucky enough they left us food to eat, you fool."

"..fooling in loveㅡof course they were going to, i trust them. and yes, guess I'm a fool. but in love. "

you look at him with the most humorous, disappointing face at his lame joke, "please.." you motion your hand at his food, "just eat."

"why why" he laughs and smiles with that one and only super flirty boyish smile you love so much. It makes you look down your food with a tiny smile.

you just start eating without saying anything in which he looks up to you and start doing the same.

and that's when you realize that times like these.. is where you really appreciated spending time with him, you could almost described it as.. healing. It just felt very... nice.

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Wishes and a Gift Regulus Black x reader

Summary: Birthday party at your house. Just fluff, fluff, and fluff with Reg!  Happy Regulus because I say so.

[friends to lovers, mentions of food, family trauma | no pronouns used]

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When you opened the door and saw your best friend, you let out a yelp of joy and threw your hands around him in a hug.

“I thought you wouldn’t come!” you said accusingly. You had a valid reason to doubt his appearance, but we’ll get to that later.

“What on earth would be more important than your birthday?” He asked, feigning surprise.

You smiled and pulled him inside.

Sirius grinned when he saw the two of you together, so you walked away from his direction, because you were sure he’d tease you about liking his brother (as he always did.)

You handed Regulus a piece of cake from the table, but he wouldn’t take it.

“You already cut the cake?” He asked in disbelief. “Without me yelling happy birthday in French?”

“You were late,” you said sharply. “So suck it up and eat it.”

“No, that’s not how it works,” he shook his head. “Isn’t it tradition to show appreciation for people you care about by personally feeding them the cake?”

“Reg, I’m not a mother hen,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Too bad,” he stated and opened his mouth wide. You scoffed at his childishness, but fed him a part of the cake anyway.

Even before you could take away your hand, you predicted a smug smile coming, so you quickly took another piece and rubbed it all over his face.

“Oh, c’mon!” he said in disbelief, looking around for some sort of cloth. 

You started laughing and Marlene, who was watching the exchange with Sirius, stifled a giggle.

“They’re adorable together,” she said, taking out her phone (a muggle object Sirius still didn’t understand) and snapped a picture.

-

Hours passed, and the party died out. You could feel the time fly when you were with Regulus and your friends.

Regulus and your friends — you always thought of them as two categories, as if he wasn’t under that specific label. As far as you could remember, you didn’t want him to be just your friend, but how do you explain you’re in love with someone when things were already complicated?

After saying goodbye to James and Lily, you didn’t go back in. You stayed outside to stare at the glimmering mass of water, and Regulus had joined you soon after.

“I really thought you couldn't come,” you said, throwing a stone into the lake.

“I know,” he replied, his voice a bit strained.

You glanced at him then - a quick glance, one that said you were unsure of his existence.

“I’m here,” he said firmly, reading your mind. “It’s your birthday, you had a lovely party and I’m actually here.”

“You can understand why I would doubt that,” your words were soft, yet it still hurt him. But he nodded in agreement.

The past few weeks has been confusing. He had only talked to you when necessary, and positively avoided you. You asked Sirius the reason behind this, but he said it was “family problems,” — two words which you never asked either of them to elaborate on, because you knew it wasn't a fun topic.

The only thing you liked about his family (other than him and Sirius) was their cat, Stardust. She was a nice, black kitten with the biggest eyes you’ve ever seen, and the animal always felt out of picture in such a cruel household.

You tried your best to be understanding about Reg’s situation too — how Walburga wasn't a big fan of muggle-borns and might have threatened Regulus to stop talking to you — but it still hurt like hell. Out of everyone in your life, why was your best friend the one who was slowly being taken away from you?

Despite everything, he had always been near you, joking and laughing — except for the past few weeks.

You were hesitant and nervous to ask why. 

“Mother doesn’t like how I always hang out with you,” he said, his eyes straight ahead at the water. “She said you’re too empathetic to muggles.”

“Which is not a bad thing,” you muttered under your breath. 

“I should apologize,” he turned to you, his head tilting to one side. 

“It’s not your fault, I know you didn't mean to be distant.”

“No, that’s- that’s not what I’m talking about. Two weeks ago, I finally told mother that you’re muggle-born,” he said, sighing. “You could guess what happened next.”

“Wait, if they didn't already know I was muggle-born, why did they hate me so much?” You asked, your eyebrows raising.

“Usual reasons,” he said, as if it was obvious. “You’re kind, loud, fun — a human ray of sunshine. My family hates everything about it. They prefer sadness and despair.”

You laughed at that, though your eyes remained guarded. You stole a glance at him again, now more curious.

“What did they say when you finally told them?” 

“Well, a lot of lectures,” he answered, shuddering. “A lot. I’ve already heard most of them before because that’s what they once said to Sirius. Anyway, I thought it’d be wise to stay away from you for a while.”

“You’re here now,” you pointed out. “What lie did you tell them to get out of the house?”

“The truth, actually.” He shrugged. “Yesterday, I told them I’ll be coming here, and obviously they didn't say yes. Lots of shouting later, they told me if I come to your birthday, I can’t go back.”

You dropped the stone you were holding.

“Regulus!” You said sharply, hoping your ears were deceiving you. “Please tell me you did not just-”

“Leave my house? Yes, I did. I’m staying with Sirius at the Potters’ now.”

Your mouth fell open. There was a ringing in your ears with anger and shock. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me that before?”

“I didn’t want to ruin the party!” He chuckled. “And it’s not a big deal, I’ve always needed a reason to leave.”

“No!” You looked around and saw a pile of dry leaves, so you bent down down and scooped a handful.

“What are you—”

“You. Did. Not,” you said, throwing them at him leaf by leaf. “Just. Throw. Your. Whole. Life. Away. For. Me!” 

“I did and I’ll do it again,” he stated, shielding his face with his hands.

“You should have told me first!” You yelled, looking for more leaves. 

“Oh c’mon, it’s really not a big deal. Would you rather have me live in that House of Horrors?” He asked, his voice daring.

“No, but- but- god you’re stupid!” You threw more leaves at him, and this time he started laughing. “Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!”

“I have no idea why you’re angry,” he noted, his words amused. “Is this your way of saying you’re touched that I disowned my family for you?”

“I’m not supposed to be that important,” you admitted, finally calming down.

“If that’s what you think, you’re the stupid one here,” he remarked, walking closer to you. 

You pulled him in a hug, and he eased into it as if it was the most natural thing he could do. His face buried itself in the crook of your neck, and he breathed in your scent. 

“Happy birthday,” he whispered.

-

When it was night and you had the house to yourself again, you started cleaning the mess reluctantly. Regulus had offered to stay behind, but you wouldn't hear it. After you said your goodbyes, you had seen him leave with a warm smile, one you hoped to see every single day.

But after picking up two empty cups, you quit. After all, it was your birthday. You could do the cleaning tomorrow.

You went inside your room and found a package waiting for you in bed. It was a basket of some sort with a lid on top, along with a beige note.

You unlaced the paper and read it.

You didn’t think I forgot your birthday present, did you? :) - R. A. B

Smiling to yourself, you opened the lid, then gasped out loud.

Stardust, the black cat, was sleeping inside, one of her paws above her nose, and her eyes closed. 

Regulus Black had stolen his family cat and gifted it to his muggle-born friend as his first of many rebellious acts. Your smile widened at that thought.

You didn't want Stardust to wake up, but she stirred at the sudden burst of air, and looked up lazily. 

You thought she’d screech or run when she saw an unfamiliar face, but all it did was purr and go back to sleep, as if to say - goodnight new hooman, I expect food when I wake up.

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Play Pretend (II)

summary: In the aftermath of Munich, Bucky struggles to go back to how things were before. But now that he knows how it is to love you, he's not sure he can. pairing: bucky x reader word count: 5.8k warnings: smut (18+), mutual pining idiots a/n: here is the final part! make sure you catch up at part 1 first! gif by @crispychrissy

Bucky couldn’t get the image out of his head for days after the mission in Munich. Pictures of you laying so beautifully beneath him, the slight curve of your lips as a moan slipped past, skin so soft it begged to be touched and soothed and worshiped. He couldn’t let go of how you sounded, how you cried out his name or the gentle whimpers spoken so sweetly against his ear. He couldn’t stop craving you wrapped so tightly around him, your hands caressing down his arms, his back, his shoulders, your unbridged desire to touch every part of him, even the parts he despised.

Memories that found him in his sleep in the early hours of the morning, in the shower when his legs were weak and tired, at the breakfast table when you strolled in wearing a t-shirt down to your thighs and the evident curve of your breasts bare beneath the fabric.

Bucky tried to push the thoughts away. He tried to stop thinking of what happened in that cold, abandoned Hydra base. He tried to bury that longing somewhere deep, somewhere he’d never be bothered by it again. But it always came back in the image of you in that cell.

It plagued him. It taunted him.

He wanted more.

He didn’t know how to admit it. Not to himself, and certainly not to you. So, he did his best to suffocate those feelings, those cravings for something real, but they still found their way to the surface.

They spilled over on movie nights with the team and Bucky would find himself inching closer to you, in the gym when he took just a second longer to lift his weight from your body after a winded match that ended on the surface of the mat, on walks around the compound when he found himself wanting to capture your hand in his own as your fingers brushed by.

Those feelings slipped from his smothering hold on missions when he watched your back far more than his own, when he’d missed an obvious target in an attempt to clear your enemy line and ended up catching three bullets himself. He lost composure whenever you didn’t respond on coms or when you’d stumble back onto the quinjet with an injury you’d been hiding. He dove headfirst into fires and threw his body up as a shield and spent every night in agony wondering if you knew that he’d give his whole life to you if you’d asked.

It made him stupid. It made him reckless. It might actually get him killed.

But it hadn’t started in Munich. No, that was just the catalyst of it all. Bucky had loved you long before that drug infiltrated his system and left the two of you in an impossible position. He’d managed to keep his feelings at bay for years; hiding behind quick witted jokes and friendly banter and a genuine friendship and it had been enough. Honest, it had.

Only, now he knew what it was like to be with you. He caught a taste of what it would be like to make love to you and he didn’t know if he could ever forget and move on. It had been weeks since Munich and it still felt like it happened yesterday.

He had to do something to keep it from consuming him, even if it broke your heart. Even if it broke his, too.

***

“What the hell do you mean you can’t work with Y/n anymore?”

Steve groaned, pinching at the bridge of his nose. It had been a long day of debriefing with about a dozen agents making demands he was unwilling to compromise on. This, separating his best team, was among them.

“It’s just not a good idea, Steve,” Bucky said, arms folded tightly over his chest as he watched Steve pace relentlessly down the conference room.

“That’s ridiculous, Buck.” Steve slumped into the chair beside his friend. “You two are the best insurgent team I have.”

“Just trust me. You’ve seen how I’ve been in the field lately. I can’t keep a straight head around her, okay? Not after—” Bucky clenched his jaw, turning away.

Steve sighed, hanging his head. “You ever gonna tell me what happened in Munich?”

Bucky’s lip was chewed raw; scars over broken wounds, teeth digging into painful cracks. It was a nasty habit he picked up after Munich. He wasn’t used to this kind of nervousness; a deep and unsettling feeling churned to stone in the pit of his stomach.

“Reassign me, Steve,” Bucky asked again, firmer. He could feel Steve’s eyes burning on him, tracing every inch of his face, searching for a tell, but he wouldn’t find one. Bucky was trained better than that. He knew to keep his features cold, stoned, even if his heart was pounding against his chest. He wondered it Steve could hear it, too.

The silence hung heavy in the air.

“Alright,” Steve finally conceded. He shook his head reluctantly. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Bucky sighed a breath of relief, the weight of months filled with a longing he couldn’t tame and painful twist in his heart slipping from him in seconds. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me.” Steve stood up from his chair, gathered the papers from the desk and made his way to the door. He paused just at the frame, turned around slowly to find Bucky had relaxed a little too much for his liking and added, “you’re going to be the one to tell her.”

“What?” Bucky scrambled out of his chair, nearly losing his footing and all composure as he stood to face Steve.

“You’ve been partners for years,” Steve shot back tensely. “She’s had your back on countless missions, saved your life on more than one occasion, and—come on, Buck— you guys are friends! The two of you spend every day together, even when you’re benched! You don’t want to give me an explanation? Fine. But you sure as hell owe her one.”

Bucky shook his head rapidly, hands clenching at the fraying edges of his t-shirt. “Steve, I—”

“Just talk to her,” Steve said, a heavy disappointment lingering in his voice. His lips parted, as if there were more he wanted to say, but decided against it. He hung his head, pat Bucky firmly on his shoulder, and left.

***

Had he always been able to hear his own heartbeat like this?

It was pounding in his ears, thunderous, deafening, and he swore just about everyone else on the floor could its thumping as he approached your room.

The door was open ajar with a small glimmer of sunlight streaming out into the dimly lit hallway. You were singly quietly to yourself – humming, maybe – as you sat on the edge of your bed, staring down onto your phone. You didn’t seem to notice him at the door. He knocked.

Your head popped up, surprised at the sudden intrusion and your eyes only narrowed upon finding it was Bucky standing below the doorframe. You looked at him for a moment before you turned back to your phone without saying another word.

He deserved that.

“Can I come in?” Bucky asked sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. He was still staring into the room through the small slit in the door.

You shrugged. “Depends. Are you still avoiding me?”

A sharp sting burned in his chest as Bucky tried to unclench his jaw. Truthfully, he had been avoiding you for days now. Ever since he made up his mind to ask for a reassignment. It didn’t matter if Steve shipped him off to Alaska or the Amazons or out into space with the goddamn raccoon; all he knew was that every minute he spent beside you was agony and he needed to get away from it – away from you – before it consumed him whole.

None of that was your fault. You didn’t know why he was suddenly too busy to spar on your usual weekdays or join the team for movie nights. He never told you why he suddenly started pulling away, cutting off all contact as if you hadn’t been friends for years before Munich.

“I’ve got something important to talk to you about,” Bucky replied, clearing his throat.

You sat up, sitting the phone down by your side as you recognized the tone in his voice. Clinical. Mission oriented. Business. He didn’t want it to sound so cold, but he wasn’t sure he could do this if it wasn’t.

Bucky stepped into the room, prying the door open gently with a slow squeak on its hinges as he closed it behind him. He’d been in your room dozens of times before, but somehow, in this moment, it felt like an invasion of privacy, like he wasn’t supposed to be there.

He took a deep breath, trying to keep focus. He took a few steps forward and gingerly sat on the edge of your bed, keeping careful distance as he wrung at his hands in his lap.

“I’m being reassigned.”

You furrowed your brow. He could practically hear your heart skip a beat.

“What? No. They can’t do that!” You shook your head, determined. There were traces of disbelief on your face – anger, too. Your hands gripped tightly into the sheets at your sides. “They can’t just reassign you, Buck. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Y/n, you don’t understand,” he started to say, but you were already on your feet, pacing around the room. It was how you calmed yourself when your thoughts were racing too fast. The stabbing pain in Bucky’s chest only seemed to dig deeper.

“I know the field has been messy lately, but that happens to everyone! They can’t split us up because of a few extra trips to the med bay,” you argued, wearing trenches into the carpet of your bedroom. You stopped abruptly. “Who gave the order? Steve? Tony? I’ll take this up with Fury if I have to, okay? I won’t let them—”

“Y/n, stop. Please.” Bucky hung his head. His right hand was red as his left clasped and tugged at the skin. He couldn’t find the courage to meet your eye but he could tell from the way you stilled that you knew what he was about to say. “It was me. I asked for reassignment.”

It didn’t seem to hurt any less though because your stance still faltered. It was barely noticeable, not to the human eye, but Bucky’s sensed were advanced thanks to his time in Hydra. He saw the way your body weight shifted just slightly, how your breath caught in your chest, the slight flicker of your eyes. Shock. Betrayal. Hurt.

“You said it yourself,” Bucky reasoned, trying to find excuses where there were none, “there’s been too many ER trips lately. I keep getting hurt.”

“Because you insist on using your body as human shield, Buck!” you retorted, arms flung out to the sides. “Just knock that off and we’ll be fine!”

Bucky shook his head, his lips curling ever so slightly though it didn’t touch his eyes. “It’s not that simple.”

“Of course, it is!” you argued. You started pacing again. “Don’t be an idiot, Barnes. I’m not losing my partner. Go tell them you were joking or concussed and not thinking straight!”

“I’m not going to do that.” Bucky clenched his jaw. His right hand was starting to lose feeling from how tightly he was gripping it.

Why couldn’t you make this easy on him? You were supposed to be angry with him for ignoring you for the last week. You were angry with him and yet you still fought for him. He couldn’t make sense of it.

The pacing stopped again, though this time it came in slow, like a realization that found its way piece by piece until it melded into a visible image.

“Was it something I did?”

Bucky jumped up to his feet, instinctively wanting to walk towards you but you held your ground. He froze, standing several feet away.

“No,” he said firmly. “God no. You didn’t do anything wrong, Y/n.”

“Then what?” You raised your arms out to the side in question. “We’ve been partners for years, Bucky. I’ve relied on you all that time to have my back, to keep me alive out there, and—and—” you groaned rather loudly, “you’re my best friend! You can’t just up and decide you’re done with me and move on!”

Bucky frowned. “That’s not what this is.”

You shook your head, arms folding tightly over your chest protectively. “Sure feels like it.”

The silence between you was unbearable. Bucky didn’t have a good excuse. You were right to be angry with him. He was abandoning you. He was a coward. He was running away from a painful situation to avoid facing it head on because he was terrified to lose you. Though, as you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, pulling them away a moment later to find a soft glisten of reflection in their wake, Bucky started to wonder that were already true.

“Oh God,” you exhaled, a heavy realization in your voice as you turned to him. Your shoulders slumped. “This is because of Munich, isn’t it?”

Bucky flinched. He tried not to, but you noticed. A look of absolute devastation crossed your features as your lips parted, sinking down onto your bed.

“I knew things were different after that mission. I mean, how could they not be?” You leaned over against your thighs, letting your hair fall down to shield your face where Bucky could not see. “I crossed a line. I shouldn’t have given in. You couldn’t consent with that shit running through your veins. Not really. So— fuck – I completely understand if you can’t be around me after I—”

“That’s not what happened,” Bucky interjected sharply, shaking himself from the fear coursing through him as he crossed the room to you. He knelt down beside your bed and waited patiently for you to lift your head and let the curtain of hall fall away from your face. “I could have fought it. It hurt like hell, but I would have survived it even if we… if we hadn’t…”

He let his voice trail off, his cheeks turning a slight side of pink. He sighed. “The point... is that I wanted to. I really wanted to. And that’s the problem.”

You narrowed your eyes, confused.

Was he really going to tell you? Wasn’t this what he had been trying to avoid? Throwing away years of friendship to confess deeper feelings he was all but sure you’d never reciprocate?

But there was something about the way you were looking at him. With tears glistening in your eyes and a grief he couldn’t quite place nestled into the lines on your forehead, Bucky began to wonder if walking away would give him any relief at all. He wasn’t sure he could ever leave this room again if you were left blaming yourself for his crimes.

Bucky slowly placed his right hand on your knee, rubbing his thumb gently along the dimple. Your eyes followed his movements, watching curiously until he found the courage to speak.

“We’ve been partners for a while,” he started, clearing his voice when it came out shaken. You nodded. “I feel like sometimes I know what you’re thinking just by looking at you and when we’re out in the field, even in the middle of chaos, it’s like you can tell what I’m doing before I actually figure it out myself. We’re really good together. Out there. It’s hard to find that these days.”

You didn’t say anything and for that, he was grateful. He needed to get this out before he shut down completely.

“I think we only got that good because we’re… uhm… we’re close, you know?” Bucky took a deep breath, releasing his grip on your knee when he realized he’d started to squeeze it a little too hard. Your hand was sitting on your thigh, but you’d inched it closer to his, enough so the tips of your fingers overlapped onto his.

“We’re friends.” Bucky paused at the term, deciding it wasn’t strong enough. “It’s more than that though. I trust you with things I wouldn’t even tell Steve. You were the first person I felt like I could be myself around. Not the Bucky that Steve remembers or the one Hydra manipulated. This one. Whatever that means.”

Your whole hand covered his now, as much as it would allow. He glanced up to find your fingers curling under his, a slight squeeze to tell him you were still listening. He exhaled another breath and the pressure in his chest felt a little lighter.

“What happened in Munich didn’t awaken anything or… or open my eyes to something I didn’t know was there,” Bucky continued, his eyes trained on your legs, unable to find the courage to face you. “I’ve known how I felt about you for a long time. I was okay with it. I learned to live with it and manage it because being your friend and being your partner was too important to lose. But…”

He felt your hands squeeze his again.

“But after Munich… I don’t know how to go back. I don’t think I can.” Bucky didn’t dare to meet your eye. He could feel the words slipping past his lips before he had a chance to pull them back in. A waterfall of confessions he couldn’t hope to control. “It’s why I’ve been so reckless in the field, why I keep ending up in the med wing. I can’t shove it down anymore and it punctures me right through the goddamn heart when I see you surrounded by armed agents or when there’s a weapon aimed at you and my instinct is to run towards you. Screw what happens to me.

“I know you’re good at your job,” Bucky stressed, shaking his head. “I know you can handle yourself and you don’t need me to protect you but… but I want to. I want to keep you safe and hold your hand when you’re getting stitches and curl up beside you at night just so I can remind myself you’re real when the nightmares get the better of me. I want… I want more than I should.”

He could hear the skip in your heartbeat, how it gradually picked up in pace the longer he spoke. Your breathing was shorter, too. Shallower. Bucky was certain it was all confirmation of the story he’d been telling himself for years.

“This… How I feel… It’s not good for us. As friends. As partners. I’m trying to do us a favor and just remove myself from the equation.”

Bucky still had yet to meet your eye. He’d turned to examining every detail he could find on the fabric of your sleep shorts, in the sheets you sat upon, in the divots and dimples and blemishes on your thighs. He wasn’t sure he’d have the resolve to leave if he looked at your face.

Several beats of silence passed by and Bucky wondered how it was possible you hadn’t lashed out at him yet. He expected you to be angry for driving a wedge between you with something as reckless as love and affection. He expected you to turn your shoulder, reject him for everything he was, because it was one thing to befriend the Winter Soldier, another entirely to love him.

Bucky slowly rose back to his feet, letting his hand slip away from your knee and your gentle hold on him fell away. He mistook your silence for acceptance, maybe even agreement. He cleared his throat, starting to back up towards the door.

“So, um,” Bucky said nervously, trying to fill the silence in his escape, “that’s why. I hope you can forgive me some day for all of this. I’ll, uh, I’ll go.”

Bucky barely had his hand on the knob when he heard the soft squeak of your mattress springs as you rose to your feet.

“You’re wrong.”

The sound of your voice startled him, enough to get him to look back at you before he could stop himself. Your hands were clenched at your sides, eyes red with tears, bottom lip chewed raw.

“Y/n, I—”

“You’re wrong,” you said again, almost angry and somehow that was a relief. It would make it easier for him to leave if you were angry, but you had different plans. “You’re wrong if you think you’re doing me some kind of favor by leaving.”

Tears were on your cheeks now and Bucky’s stomach lurched. This wasn’t what he wanted. This was agony.

He took a step closer to you. “You have to trust me, it’s not a good idea for us to—”

“You’re wrong,” you continued, cutting him off again as you rubbed at the tears under your eyes. “You’re wrong to assume that I don’t feel the exact fucking way about you and—and if you leave, Bucky, I swear to God it will kill me.”

Bucky froze. His heart stopped beating completely, might have plunged down through his stomach, broken through the floorboards and buried itself into molten lava and dirt, because of all the things he was expecting you to say, that was not one of them.

“Don’t do this,” you implored, voice a little broken, barely above a whisper. “Please don’t go.”

Bucky was at a loss. He didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t prepared for this. He never even considered you might beg him to stay, that you might feel for him in the way he felt for you. It never once crossed his mind. It felt like a dream.

“I miss you.” Your voice was so small and still, it nearly tore him straight in half. “I miss how we used to be. I miss seeing you smile and your stupid jokes at the most inappropriate times in the field.” You laughed to yourself, under your breath, and even through the tears it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard. But you sighed, the smile falling away. “I miss you when you’re not here. All the time. So much it hurts. I feel like I’m going out of my mind when I’m not with you. You’re my best friend, but I… I also… I miss Munich.”

Bucky’s eyes widened and you only caught a glimpse of him for a second before your face was in your hands, trying to shield yourself from him.

“I know it’s wrong,” you murmured, muffled by your palms. “I know it’s not right to miss a moment when you were in pain and made to feel something you didn’t ask for, but… I think about it a lot and... how much I want more.”

Stunned silence. Throat dry. Heart pounding.

“What are you saying?” Bucky finally found the courage to ask.

You lifted your head, finally meeting his eye and there was a relief there as you looked up at him. Your shoulders eased. A soft smile returned to your lips and it nearly melted him completely.

“The same thing you are, I think.”

He swallowed. “Oh.”

Bucky watched, near frozen, as you crossed the room, bare feet padding softly over the carpet until you were only inches from him. The space between you closing as your hands slid up his arms, resting against his shoulders, cupping at the sides of his face, just observing, just feeling. There was no venom in his veins and yet, Bucky felt electrified under your touch. His heart stammered in his chest as your fingers wove at the strands of hair at the base of his neck.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” you told him and he wondered for a moment if he stopped breathing entirely. "No Hydra chemicals. No foreign influence. Just us, okay? You and me.”

Bucky nodded, a little stunned.

Slowly, you inched up closer to him, your eyes drawing closed until you were a breath from his lips. Just barely grazing upon his own, waiting, and Bucky let his hands slid up against your back, tugging you closed against him, and captured your lips in his own.

It was different than the first time in Munich, less rushed, less desperate, but instead filled with a longing that had spanned years between you, coated in affection and heartache and need for one another beyond anything a serum in a lab could fabricate.

Your hands wove into his hair, his arms pressing you firm against his chest, and it was like you were holding onto him for dear life. Your feet began to carry the two of you backwards, dragging Bucky towards the bed, and you yelped as your knees caught on the edge of the mattress, sending the two of you spiraling onto the bed.

“You alright?” Bucky laughed, brushing away the hair in your eyes as he propped himself up on his elbows caged around your shoulders; most of his weight laying upon you in the sweetest comfort of pressure.

“I'm perfect,” you replied, bright smiles and joy radiating from every pore. It was contagious.

“We can stop here, if you want,” Bucky offered sincerely. He was riding a high he never thought he’d ever experience and anything you’d be willing to share with him was a gift within itself. He’d kiss you for hours if you’d let him.

“And if I don’t want to stop?” you questioned, staring up at him with a hunger in your eyes. Your fingers trailed down his t-shirt, dancing around the hem of the fabric at his hips. “If I wanted to keep going... If I wanted you...?”

“I’m yours, sweetheart.”

A simple answer. A true one. He’d never been more certain of anything in his life.

Bucky knelt back, tugged on the fabric of his shirt between his shoulder blades and pulled it over his head. You watching him as he tossed it to the corner of the room before he settled back down against you. Your hands ran along the lines of his muscles, over the scars and imperfections, and for once, Bucky didn’t shy away from the hands of a woman. It didn’t feel like a twist to his gut, he didn’t hold his breath. No – instead, it felt renewing, healing almost.

His hands slid under the waist of your shirt, inching it higher as he rand his touch along the curves of your sides, until you leaned up for him to help remove the fabric. It joined his shirt at the edge of the room.

Perfect and bare. Stunning in your nakedness. A privilege he never thought he’d be granted.

“You want to take a picture or...?” you teased him, noticing how long he’d been staring at you.

Bucky laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t temp me. Besides, I’m hoping I won’t need a picture to see you like this again.”

“Definitely not,” you confirmed, tugging him down to meet your lips again.

It was laced in smiled and laughter and ages of holding back from one another all rolled into one. A freedom of taking your time, of enjoying one another, and learning to memorize your bodies. Bucky would have wondered if he were dreaming if not for the way you wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding against his hardening cock – no dream could produce a feeling like that.

With his lips on your neck, Bucky played with the hem of your shorts, waiting until you lifted your hips just enough to give him the access to slid them down your legs, removing the last remaining fabric along with it.

Bucky kissed his way down your body, mapping a trail from your neck, to the hills of your breasts, to your ribs, to the comfort of cushion at your stomach, to the crevices at your legs and inner thighs. He paused for a moment, setting his cheek against your thigh as he drew his fingers between your lips, separating them to give access to the sweetest parts of you.

You flinched a little as he touched your clit, a gasp emitting from your lips as your hands curled into the sheets. Bucky grinned, encouraged by your reaction as he began to circle the pads of his fingers at your entrance. Listening for the subtle changes in your breath, the moans the slipped past, and the curl of your fingers, Bucky leaned in and wrapped his lips around your clit.

“F-fuck, Bucky,” you whined, hands snaking into his hair and gripping tight against his scalp.

He smiled at the feeling, at the way you cried his name, and he pressed his slicked fingers inside of you. Perhaps it was the haze of the foreign chemicals the last time he had you under him like this, but he didn’t remember you being so vocal, so sensitive to his touch. It was a rush and he had to keep himself from rutted up against the mattress as added a third finger, curling them just enough and massaging at the walls as they squeezed tight around him.

Tongue lapping at the wetness, sucking around the sensitive bud of nerves, fingers perfectly drawing out the high as it built at your core, it only took moments before you crashed. You cried out his name, legs wrestling against him in the sensitivity as he drew out the feeling as long as he could, moving slower and slower until you stilled under him.

“Fuck,” you exhaled, a laugh entranced in your voice.

Bucky grinned, pleased with himself as he crawled his way back up the bed to meet your lips. He didn’t bother to wipe the remnants of your high from his mouth and you didn’t seem to mind as you kissed him, certainly tasting yourself upon his lips, and it only made him want you more.

“You’re turn,” you smirked, trying to slide out from under him as you licked your lips, but Bucky held you down.

“Next time, okay?” he countered and you sunk back into the mattress with a pout on your lips. “I don’t think I can last if you get your mouth on me.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” you teased, running your fingers down his stomach until he began to shiver.

“Yes,” he chuckled, swatting your hands away playfully. He winked. “I’m gonna die if I don’t have you right now.”

“Jesus, Buck, don’t even joke,” you laughed, hiding your face in your hands.

“Hey, someone's gotta,” Bucky grinned as he tugged down his pants, kicking them off to land amongst the rest of the discarded clothing. “If it got me here, I’ll happily make light of a fucked up Hydra breeding experiment.”

“Would you have told me if it hadn’t happened?” you asked, voice a little softer, peering out from behind your hands.

Bucky stilled, his grin falling into something gentler and he shrugged. “Don’t know if I ever would have had the courage. I never thought we’d be here. Never could have imagined you’d feel the same way.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your shoulder. “Would you have said anything?”

“I don’t think I really knew until you threatened to walk away,” you admitted.

“Well,” Bucky sighed, pressing a trail of kissed along your collarbone as he settled between your legs, his length pressing against your thigh, “good thing I’m not going anywhere.”

“Better not,” you murmured against his lips as you drew his mouth to yours.

Then, as he felt the hitch of your breath against his lips, he sank into you. Stretching walls and guiding your legs to wrap at his waist to offer an angle that left your jaw slacked. Your eyes fluttered closed, lips parted, and Bucky felt a rush unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Even through the smoke filled haze of that serum in Munich, he’d never felt an ounce of the relief as he did in this moment. To be completely and entirely yours.

He felt you squeeze at his shoulders, urging him to move, and slowly, he rocked his hips against you. Slow and steady. Needy. Until your nails dug into his spine and Bucky couldn’t prolong the tender build up any longer.

Chasing and chasing; higher and higher. Bucky could tell you were close from how tight your walls were clenched around him. It took near everything he had not to come on the spot, but he held on, waiting, watching as your lips parted, as the most beautiful sounds he’d ever heard slipped past, and you cried out his name.

“Oh fuck—fuck—Bucky, don’t stop.” Your breath was hot against his cheek. “I’m so close. I’m—ah—”

A hitch in your breath and your whole body seemed to fall slack. It only spurred him on. Hips snapped, fingers rubbing quick circles at your clit, until you were whining and shaking under him, until he was satisfied with the blissful look on your face and he let himself go.

He spilled into you, rutting his hips in a few final, lazy thrusts as he sank into the crook of your neck, panting. Dizzy and content, riding a high that extended beyond his body, Bucky hummed into your collarbone as he felt your nails draw patterns along his back in gentle sweeps. It tingled on his skin, send shivers along his spine, and he never wanted it to stop.

“Hey, Y/n?”

You paused, just for a moment, before you resumed tracing the lines on his back, over muscles and scars alike. “Yes, Bucky?”

He could hear the teasing in your voice, the light-hearted laugh, the warmth that made him fall in love with you and his heart clenched. He wrapped his arms under your shoulders, the full weight of his body still pressing you down to the mattress, still buried inside of you.

“Promise me this is real.” An embarrassment crept up as he said it, though the drawing on his back didn’t skip a beat. “You and me. I’m not dreaming or stuck in my head. This is real, right?”

Your hands slid up along his shoulders to his neck, and then to the sides of his face as you guided him off your chest to meet your eye; more beautiful than he’d ever seen you, with a glimmer of sweat and an afterglow radiating in the smile lifting your cheeks.

“This is real, honey,” you told him, leaning in to kiss him sweetly on the lips.

“Okay. Okay, good.” Bucky grinned, cheeks flushed in heat. He settled back against your chest, resting his cheek to your heart as you resumed drawing the lazy patterns on his back.

Perfectly content.

Warm. Safe.

Home.

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[thegirlwhomoanedwolf]

In secret

Oscar isaac x reader

( reader goes to the in secret movie premiere and things get naughty)

Warning: 18+ only, smut

Gifs by @eriklehnsherryes

“ unbutton your blouse.” As the words left his lips on the enormous screen you could feel warmth flushing your face. You were already turned on by oscars character in the movie but now it was hitting you full force. You didn’t know it was going to be this kind of movie when you agreed to come to the premiere. Sitting beside him while the scene played out made you desperate to touch him, yet you knew you couldn’t go there. So you shifted in the red velvet seat uncomfortably trying to find a way to ease the ache between your thighs but it didn’t help. A soft sigh of relief passed your lips when the intense scene ended but that relief was short lived.

You were a needy mess and regretted wearing a silk dress fearing your wetness would soak through it. Along with the fact you were freezing due to the low cut back and thin straps. To make things even worse or so much better, you couldn’t decide, Oscar wrapped his arm around your bare shoulder. It was a cliche move but you thought he probably just wanted to stretch out. When his fingers started stroking light circles on your arm you had to bite your lip to hold back a moan. You couldn’t take much more of this or you would climb on top of him in the celebrity filled theatre and show him how much you wanted him.

Deep breaths you reminded yourself. Deep breaths. All of that was lost with another delicious scene of him fucking his co star against a wall. Fuck. You had thought of the same scenario so many times. Your hand made its way to your thigh gripping tightly trying to keep it together. His fingers still tracing soft patterns on your shoulder driving you wild.

You had avoided looking in his direction ever since the first intimate scene so you couldn’t tell that his eyes were watching you the entire time. Watching your reactions. The way your breath quickened, how you tensed, wiggled around in your seat, how tightly your hand was wrapped around your thigh and how your nipples were straining slightly against your soft dress. Now he had proof. You wanted him just as bad as he wanted you.

His brown eyes stayed fixated to you as yours stayed on the screen. His pleasured sobs surrounded the theatre and he watched as your eyes widened before you hastily pushed up from your chair moving quickly to exit the theatre.

Fuck, you couldn’t do this. Your feet were moving before you even had thought it through. You needed to cum. HAD to cum. His moans echoed in your ears again and again. The sound of him cumming had to be the sexiest thing you had ever heard. You knew it was acting but that didn’t matter. You needed to get out of here before you did something stupid. You couldn’t risk your friendship. Also you needed to get home as soon as possible and fuck yourself to the thought of him making those noises while his cock was buried inside of you.

You pushed through the heavy theatre doors making your way into the empty hallway. Your heels clicked against the white marble floors as you tried to find a place to escape to. Your mind overwhelmed and not picking up on the fast footsteps behind you.

“(Y/n)!” Oscars voice called from behind you. You didn’t even turn to look trying to find an exit as soon as possible. He needed to leave you alone. A hand gripped your arm spinning you to face him and a gasp left your lips. You went to speak when you saw the look on his face. He looked pissed.

“ what the hell is wrong? You practically run out of the theatre then ignore me when I come to check and see if you’re okay ?” His voice was stern in a way that made your insides clench. You had to get away before you did something bad.

“ please Oscar I need to leave, please let me go,” you could feel your voice begin to tremble. It wasn’t that you were just horny you were in love with this charismatic gorgeous man and if he pushed you any farther you didn’t know if you could hold it in. You couldn’t ruin your friendship. You couldn’t lose him.

“ fine,” he replied quickly his hand sliding away from your arm. “ I’ll take you home.”

Why was he making this so difficult? Why was it even when he was upset with you he still wanted to make sure you were safe and cared for? You took in a deep shaky breath “ I just want to be left alone.”

Instantly you regretted what you said. His look of worry and irritation turned to one of pure hurt. His brown eyes showed his vulnerability in a way you had never seen.

“ what did I do ?”

That was it, you began to cry. “ I can’t do this anymore.” Was all that left you. Instantly he pulled you close enveloping you in his safe arms. It only made you cry harder.

“ what can’t you do pretty baby?,” he asked nervously against your ear as his hands soothed you rubbing softly against your exposed back.

“ I can’t keep pretending I don’t want to be with you.” This was it. The moment everything crashed and burned. His body went rigid and you had your proof you were right. He pulled away quickly before a hand gripped your chin and pulled it up forcing you to look into his eyes. You waited for his words of rejection.

“ then don’t,” before you could even process what he said his lips were against yours. Instinct took over and you wrapped your arms around him pulling his face closer to yours with his hair fisted in your hands and yours in his. Neither of you could get close enough. You moaned as his soft tongue began to play with yours and his rough hand grabbed your ass pulling you to him growling in response. With your body flush against his you could feel his erection pressing into you and your hips rolled against his trying to find relief. He moved you backwards until you were firmly pressed against the wall. Soon his mouth was everywhere. Your lips, face, neck and even lower to your breasts. He looked up at you smiling mischievously as his hand traveled to your ankle sliding slowly upward underneath your dress to in between your thighs.

“ fuck,” he hissed as his fingers met your core. “ no panties, such a dirty girl,” you whimpered as his fingers circled your clit then slid between your folds, all other thoughts leaving you. If someone else left the theatre early you didn’t even care. “ you’re dripping baby, we don’t want to make a mess.” With that he dropped down to his knees and quickly made his way under your dress. A soft gasp left your lips.

“ oh my god!” His warm tongue began to caress you licking up your wetness. He hummed in satisfaction one hand on your hip holding you firmly in place while the other moved to your entrance. His soft thick fingers entered you easily and you trembled when he began to suck on and finger fuck your pussy in unison. “ please” you sobbed as both your hands gripped his head under your dress rocking yourself against his mouth. He moaned and it sent you over the edge. You clenched around his fingers as he continued his ministrations.

You breathed heavily coming down from your high and he re-emerged from your dress. His lips glistening. He slid up your body, mouth meeting with yours in a passionate kiss moaning and pressing himself against you.

“Oscar,” you cried out needing more, needing him.

“ Do you want me pretty baby?”

“ Yes!” You impatiently lifted your dress above your hips and reached for his zipper. He helped you by unbuckling his belt and pulled himself free only giving you a short glance at what seemed to be his very well endowed member. He lined it up at your entrance rubbing his thick tip in your wetness.

“ yeah? Right here? You want me to fuck you against this wall ?”

“ yes! Please!,” you begged. He pulled one of your legs over his hip and sunk himself into you. You gasped never having felt to full. He hit spots you didn’t even know you had.

“ oh fuck pretty baby,” he cried against your neck as he pulled out slowly and forcefully thrust back in. “ fuck you’re taking me so well, such a good girl.” With one hand holding your hip his other went to your face pulling you in for a frantic kiss. You cried into his mouth his cock already having you so close. He pulled back, hand holding your face, his eyes burning into yours “ play with your clit for me.”

You reached your hand between your bodies and began to create small circles. Eyes rolling back in your head.

“ That’s it pretty baby, shake on my cock just like that. You feel so fucking good wrapped around me, I want you to come for me, come on you can do it.”

You convulsed with pleasure sobbing out his name and other incoherent words.

“ Oh fuck ,” you could tell he was trying to hold back.

You pulled his ass toward you forcing him in even deeper “ please cum in me.”

He obliged immediately his sobs even sexier than the ones in the theatre. You felt him twitch inside of you and held him tight. He kissed your neck softly and slowly resting against you before pulling out and smoothing your dress. He zipped himself up and kissed your forehead pulling back to look into your eyes lovingly.

“ come on sweetheart let’s get out of here before anyone realizes how you just made me the happiest man alive.”

[unnerving-presence]

hehe— okay just read the fic where reader uses the killer to unhook themselves by putting their thighs around their head— absolutely perfect fic 😫 can we get some more content? Maybe legion (joey + susie preferably), the pig and the oni?? Thank uuuu 🌱

i don’t wanna make susies suggestive or anything since it hasn’t been confirmed if she’s a minor yet or not so i’ll try to stay on the safe side ahdhsh

got this done cause an anon threatened to suck myers off if i didn’t smh

idk how to characterize amanda since i’ve never seen the saw movies rip :(

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Joey:

GAWD DAMN

Ngl he was kinda into it.

Of course he didn’t make that known, but you knew something was up when Joey wasn’t even trying to fight back. That didn’t really stop you from squeezing your thighs around him anyways, which he very much enjoyed. Of course he was caught off guard at first, and was actually pretty surprised, it didn’t stop him from immediately realizing just how provocative the situation is.

Mans was on the ground for a whole 5 minutes just reveling in the fact he had someone’s thighs around him. In this realm too? It’s like a reward for doing well in trials. Joey loved every second of your thighs around him, and he won’t be afraid to admit it. Atleast around his friends he’s not.

Silently hopes you do it again. He WILL make sure the opportunity presents itself. Like Frank, he’s a little perv. I’m sure you’ll catch onto that at around the 5th time when he just stands infront of you waiting. You ask him about it outside of trials? He’ll just say he was thinking about something else. Obviously he zoned out.. when your thighs are wrapped around him..

Susie:

Agh! Get it off! Get it off!

Susie doesn’t know what’s going on and quite frankly she does not want to know. All she knows is that your nether regions are in her face and she is not fond of it! Please get off of her!! And stop squeezing her face.. She’s blushing and she doesn’t know what to do!

She doesn’t wanna talk about what happened.. Atleast not to her friends. She’s really embarrassed and now she’s scared to go near you because she doesn’t want you strangling her with your surprisingly strong legs. Well atleast you get a free escape when you have her as your killer!

Miiight(?) tell her friends if it’s still on her mind. What kind of sorcery did you curse upon her? Did your legs possess some sort of power to plague her mind with thoughts of that trial. She doesn’t know. She just knows that she’s always a mix of scared and flustered when she’s near you now.

Amanda Young:

The hell? What are you doing?!

Amanda is not impressed, nor is she happy. She’s lucky she has a pig head on, or else she’d be having cooch in her face. Usually it’s something she wouldn’t complain about, but when it’s in a trial? That’s kind of embarrassing, and Amanda doesn’t like getting embarrassed. It ruins her reputation..

You’ll hear a little squeal as she falls to the ground. Alright now you’re getting it. Amanda will not let herself be used like a domino just so you can escape! You’re going to have a trap put on your head, and you will not have a good time the rest of the trial. Yes it was just because you decided to use them thunder thighs on her. She don’t not appreciate being vulnerable like that!

Honestly she really does it just to hide the fact that she kinda liked it. She just didn’t like the fact that she did in the first place. And she did not want those stupid emotions taking over

Kazan Yamaoka:

Not even sure you’ll have a chance to get your legs around him before his quick reflexes snatch your legs and just about snap them. There is almost NO way you will be able to pull off such a stunt unless Kazan was already distracted. It’ll take a while before you even get close to getting him to the ground.

When you do? Kazan will not be happy. He is not happy that you managed to make him feel this way. He is not happy that his body reacted the way it did. He’s overall just not happy that you’re a snack in his eyes. You managed to get him on the ground, and now he’s kinda turned on. Like what the fuck reader?? Why would you do such a thing to this man?

Kazan will tell himself that he should make you pay, and he probably does the first time, but the second time he tries his brain just.. doesn’t work?? You really disrespected the most brutal samurai known to man and he can’t even bring himself to do anything about it when he knows he should. Damn you and your thighs! How did you know Kazan was weak for those??

[writer-akihiko]

Hi! If that's okay could i request some angst for the first years (+Grim, Crewel and Crowley? Platonic only for them)

MC/Yuu runs away from NRC due to all the shit they've been put through because of Crowley not doing his job, they do finally find them some days later but MC refuses to go back to NRC and tells Crowley that they despise him.

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First Years + MC Running Away [+Plat!Crewel & Crowley]

I love the angst for this, and planning the emotions that they would feel! The dorm leaders also make a cameo in Crewel and Crowley's part. Cut for length.

Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Emotional Manipulation, Curse Words, Wounds and Mild Violence. Please read at your own discretion.

"I'm not going back."

"Wh... What?" He was astonished. "YN... I've looked far and wide for you- please-"

No words left his mouth as you stepped away from him, tears in your eyes and you were going to make a run for it again.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek was in a dilemma. He wanted to go back to NRC because of Malleus, but you refused to. You still meant a lot to him of course, but he still wanted to stay in NRC. He reached out to you, holding you in place with his Fae strength.

"YN, we have to go back. Please don't be unreasonable," He begged. There was no way he wasn't going without you.

You shook your head, trying to tug against Sebek as much as possible. There was no way you could fight against him, and you wouldn't want to hurt him either. "Sebek... Sebek just let me go. I'm just a human and..."

The moment was ruined with Crowley showing up, yelling at Sebek to bring you back. You mustered as much of your voice as you could. "No! Don't take me back!" You screamed at Sebek, who was holding you in a lock. "I hate him! I hate him, don't do this to me Sebek!"

His grip almost loosened at you saying you hated Crowley. Actually, he thought it was directed at him. It took a lot of effort for Sebek not to cry because he knew. He knew how much you didn't deserve the things you faced. The Overblots, the treatment and sheer alienation from other students, Crowley's neglect... He knew.

He blamed himself for getting so caught up in what his Master was doing that he forgot to care about you. When he found out that you ran away, he felt as if he deserved it. He pulled you in, tucking you against his chest and allowing you to cry.

He didn't bring you closer to the others, neither did he bring you away. He kept you close to him, as your tears stained his perfect uniform. Not a word came from him when you cried into him. It was kept that way, as the half-Fae dared to growl at Crowley and anyone else that took a step closer to you.

"YN... You're safe with me, alright?"

Ace Trappola

He told himself that he wouldn't get mad, but your refusal just rubbed salt in wounds as he remembered the sleepless nights of trying to find you. Beneath all of it, he was scared. He was scared that he lost you to some one else. He was scared that this world never suited you, and you finally went to your own, leaving him alone.

"What do you mean you're not going back?! YN, stop screwing around with me!" He screamed, throwing his magic pen to the ground. At this point, he was pissed about anything relating to magic. Magic was useless when it came to finding you.

"I'm not going so leave me alone Ace..." You told him, tears nearing at your eyes. "I don't want to. I don't want to. I'm done with Crowley's shit and I'm done with NRC."

You took a running start, but Ace caught you, pushing you to the ground. His expression caught you off-guard. He was crying, eyes puffy and tired as his face was pale, as if he hadn't gotten enough sleep.

"You're done?! How could you... I..." He didn't know what to say. You were right. You had dealt with enough. You never deserved it... If it weren't for him and his troublemaking ways... Maybe you wouldn't have to suffer...

"I'm sorry..." He coughed out, his voice strained. He kept you pinned on the ground, as his tears flowed with yours. "I'm sorry for being an idiot. I'm sorry for dragging you into trouble. I know you don't deserve it but I'm an asshole that does anyway..."

"Ace..."

"But!..." He went on, his eyes glossing over as he admired you once again. Oh... you were beautiful to him, even if you were crying in his arms. "But I'm selfish. I didn't want to let you go so I went after you instead... So hit me if you want, scream or punch me... I don't care, just don't leave me."

He sat up, pulling you into his lap, his chin under your head. "I was so lonely without you YN..."

"Godammit I love you..." He choked out, his tears never-ending. You both sat there, hugging each other as if it were your last days. You didn't dare to let go of him this time.

Deuce Spade

He didn't know how to respond. All he knew was that he had to hold onto you before you ran away from him once again. "YN... Wait... Don't leave!"

He wondered if he even made the right choice to stay on the side of bringing you back. From just the look of you, he knew you were tired. He knew those responsibilities were never yours. Your suffering just proved to Deuce how powerless he was. Maybe that's why he wanted to bring you back... as proof that he could do something for you.

"YN... I'm sorry..." He said, holding you close to him. There wasn't a thing he could do for you. All you went through... It was Crowley's irresponsibility. He did this to you. Deuce's grip tightened on you, as he though of what it could've done to your psyche. "YN... YN... I'll make sure he doesn't touch you. I'll make sure that he never comes near you again... YN, you trust me right?"

For all the times he wasn't with you, he was determined to make up for it. Deuce wasn't going to let you suffer through this alone, even if it means he gets hurt. It was better for him to get hurt than you, even though he was so desperate to ask Crowley to find you.

You nodded, hiding into Deuce's chest. His heart was beating so fast, most likely from the never ending search for you. You never regretted running away, but you missed Deuce and your other friends, and Grim too. The one thing you regretted was accepting Crowley's offer to stay here.

"I don't care what you do to me," You told him. "Just don't take me back. I don't to go back. I don't want to go back to NRC..." Your body trembled at the thought of moving back to NRC, but all thoughts of it were abandoned as you saw Crowley approach you.

You screamed, but he never touched you. Deuce stood in the way, as he shielded you with his own body. He pushed you back, as he grabbed tightly onto his magic pen. Abandoning all morals of propriety, he glared hard at the principal.

"...Don't touch her."

Jack Howl

He wasn't going to let you run away this time. "Don't move."

Jack couldn't believe that he found you so quickly. No, that wasn't it. He couldn't believe that you were still here. Despite him having a scent on you, you could've been miles away without him knowing. He thought you went back to your own world. He thought you hated him, but by the way you hugged him, it reassured him of any thoughts he had.

There was not single part of you that did not tremble when Jack told you he wanted to take you back. Your sheer refusal turned into an argument quickly, as you listed all the sufferings you went through. It was confusing and agonising for Jack to listen to you. He knew you needed this, but some of the things you said sent shivers down his spine.

"I…"

"It's okay YN. You don't have to go back," He whispered to you. Jack's ears flattened as yours tears made your eyes puffy. He got flustered since he didn't know how to comfort you any further, busying himself with wiping away your tears instead.

Jack was sharp. He knew Crowley was out to get you, even if you didn't want to. He wanted the easy way out, but Jack wasn't going to give him the chance. There was no reason why Jack shouldn't help you… but he'd be lying if he weren't scared of what would happen if you both were caught.

You and Jack had the same train of thought, so you shook your head. "No Jack… I have to…" You told him, your voice raspy. "You already found me and there's no use. You… You can't outrun him with me…"

Jack growled, baring his teeth at the person who caused you such misery. His claws were out, as he hid you behind him. You didn't make a sound, paralysed by the very person that pulled you in this hell. You only met eyes with Crowley for a moment, as the world swirled around you.

"I know I can't… But I'm sure as hell am going to try…" Jack ran away from the principal, with you tightly in his arms as he made a run for it.

Epel Felmier

He was more than angry. He never understood why you and him but now it was evident. It was because both of you were stubborn. You both always tried to grasp what you wanted, and in the light of attaining it, you both always made a run for it. For him it was power… and for you, it was freedom.

"Damn it!..." He cursed underneath his breath, quickly removing his jacket and covering your head in it. You were probably hungry and tired. You were probably scared. What was he supposed to do?...

How did it come to this? He was supposed to be the one that supported your desires, no matter how big or small as you did the same to him. But now, with him using Crowley to get to you… What was he doing? This was hurting you, not helping you.

He moved away from you, ripping off the magical tracking device off of him. "You damn liar!" He screamed. "How dare you hurt her like this… Do you think I'm some stupid puppet?! Like hell you're gonna reach her with my help!"

Epel stomped and tore the device apart, grunting at every time the magic deflection hit him. He didn't stop, ripping further into the grass as he cried for your sake. He never meant to do this to you. He got up, taking you by the wrist and pulling you much deeper into the forest.

"YN… YN we have to go. They were tracking me and they- they might…"

You stopped in your tracks.

"YN?"

You hugged Epel, holding him tight. He snapped out of his delusions, turning to panic about your well-being. "Are you hurt? If you can't walk I'll carry you, but we have to get away-"

"Stop Epel," You said, taking his hands into yours. "Stop… It's okay… I'm okay… I can't make it any further and I don't blame you… I just… wanted it to not hurt for a bit."

He broke down in your arms, as you both collapsed to the ground. Filled with exhaustion, you could only grip to his hands weakly. Before your eyes darkened, you remembered his last words.

"I'm sorry…"

Divus Crewel

He's horrified at your state. All his emotions were bottled for the time being. There was no reason for a puppy like you to be exposed to such horrid emotions from him. He shrugs off his fluffy coat, covering you in the coat, as he carries you in the coat.

Dire was quick to catch up to him, but alas, all that Divus had for him was disappointment. Even from teacher to teacher, no… even from magician to magician… all respect for Dire that he had vanished. The dorm leaders caught up with the principal, and from the looks of it, they were horrified.

"For this puppy to end up like this…"

No, he couldn't get angry now. He had to be the example to other students. Rosehearts, Al-Asim and Ashengrotto were in tears, while Draconia and Kingscholar were murderous. If it weren't the difference of authority, Divus would bet those two would maul Dire where he stood.

"Draconia. Schoenheit. Take YN away and treat her wounds," He commanded. Still wrapped in his coat, Malleus brought you to the others, as Vil observed for any of your wounds. Divus signalled the other students away as he took off one of his gloves, glaring at Dire. "I need to talk with the principal."

Dire was still, as Divus delivered a clean punch across his face. There was no need for further violence. It'd be an insult to what you suffered. Divus grabbed Dire by the collar, almost sneering at him. "Did you realise what you've done to that puppy? She's scared, she's suffered all because of you."

He left Dire alone. It's what he deserved. There was nothing to be done. If he further pummeled the crow man, he might just kill him right then and there. Divus, for now, had to be by your side as your father figure and welcome you back safely to NRC as you were meant to be. Before leaving, he picked up his sullied glove from the floor, saying his last to Dire.

"You don't deserve to be her father."

Dire Crowley

He was ashamed to use his magic on you, but he had to prevent you from running. It was a necessary measure, but the real thorns were your words that pierced through his heart. You yelled insults, curses and cusses at him as if you were held at gunpoint, your lungs exhausted from the constant shrieking.

"No no! Let me go," You begged. "I hate you, I hate you I hate you!" You chanted it as if it were a spell. "I wish you never took me in. Don't touch me!"

The words were enough for the magic to weaken, granting you your escape. Dire was not swift enough, but the Dorm Leaders were. They heard everything, every complaint you threw at Dire and every insult you had for him. Malleus caught you, but as soon you knew it was him, you pushed him away.

"No… NO! I am NOT GOING BACK!" You cried, holding your head in your hands, crouching into a ball. Leona quickly knocked you out. If you went on, you would've hurt yourself and the injuries you sustained from running away was concerning enough.

Against all odds, those seven turned to the principal, with faces of betrayal. All you had been through… They did not realise what burden Dire, and subsequently, they placed on you.

"Crowley… you were never gracious."

Dire was hopeless. He couldn't comfort you, he knew he couldn't be forgiven. He stood in his place, accepting his fate at the moment. He couldn't ask for your mercy nor forgiveness, and perhaps that was his fate. To be cursed by whoever he neglected.

"Please, take care of her for now."

[s1ater]

a habit not to make. mattheo riddle x gryffindor!reader

summary 🐅: in which you spend the night in mattheo’s bed , sending straight for an interesting morning

warning/s 🔪: swearing, nsfw themes

slater’s note ☕️: this brings back my marcus lopez obsession. i also don’t know much about mattheo.. so if i portray him wrong lmk

you were cursed by the revolting hell of a teenage boy, the spawn and prodigy of tom riddle himself. someone you would have never expected to even associate yourself with until it seemed to be utterly impossible with his taunting.

you were ashamed and frightened, but you wouldn’t lie, you some how still enjoyed every time his tan finger tips ran along your skin teasingly in public, enjoying the tint of red that filled your cheeks as you tried your best to avoid his sneer and knowing eyes.

he loved it. he ate you up like a piece of meat with the unfamiliarity you held to male affection... or just general affection at all.

nights like the one before you always seemed to end, as well as begin, the same way every time. late and shamelessly with his greedy hands upon you like predator on prey, desperate and heart filled with so many bad intentions.

clothes were scattered, bare bodies were pressed against one another, breathless and stressed sounds with fingers slipped and pressed against tongue.

moans, groans, and pleasured filled noises that made the both of you openly melt into one another. he loved it, adored you even when you were under him, obeying, practically on your knees for him, with the same red cheeks.

same nights, always ended and begun with the same mornings.

only this time, it was different and it was not routine like mattheo so solemnly lived by with heart.

he lied on his back, sweat beading on his forehead and gliding down his chest, watching you slide on your black lacy thong before catching your arm, pulling you close back to his bed. you stared at him blankly before your face softening, lifting an eyebrow while his hand now pulled at your hip bone, wanting you closer.

“stay,” his voice was rasped over like dew, his eyes full and pure, something you had never saw of him, almost sending you into shock.

“stay?”

“yes,” his body stayed motionless all except for his left arm rubbing the bare cold skin of your side, almost silently convincing you despite him already knowing you’d agree.

and you did, laying your body against his under his white sheets. mattheo’s hand soothed against your back, manipulating you to sleep as your head was pressed against his chest, thinking of him, analyzing him in your head like you did often.

it wasn’t long before you slept.

°•

it made sense now.

although not right away.

you woke suddenly to the light noise of ruffling clothing. your eyes blinked and blinked till they cleared to see mattheo slip on his slytherin patterned robe, his eyes then meeting yours.

you groaned rubbing your eyes, “what time is it?”

“your first class is soon,” he mumbled, shifting on his feet causing to break eye contact from you, “you missed breakfast.”

you got up fast, now fully processing the bright sun peering through mattheo’s curtains and unmistakable silence of the boy’s dormitory outside of his room, unusual, unless of course it was indeed late and time for your first class.

you begun to pull on your bralette fast, looking around the room fast as if looking for something to cover yourself. mattheo turned, a sly smile on his face as he held out one of his many white collared button downs.

you frowned, settling down before him, your shoulders relaxing once you sighed. and his smirk increased, swinging the shirt around your shoulders so you would place your hands through the sleeves, which you did with a flat, unimpressed expression.

“you’re an asshole.”

“really,” he chuckled a little, beginning to button up the shirt that barely fit your body, “i thought i was being nice letting you sleep in.”

you clenched your jaw, looking up to him and his brown eyes where he was already looking to you while his fingers slipped and looped with the small buttons, his knuckles briefly cladding against your stomach every once and awhile. you swallowed slightly, almost nervous for no entire reason other than feeling entirely vulnerable right then.

“you’ll be cute in green anyways,” he nodded, turning away from your now fully buttoned up shirt, “unless you want to wear the dress on my floor.”

he motioned then to the thin, frail dress that wasn’t even really a dress but rather lingerie that barely went halfway down your thighs. it made your eyes squeeze tight in cringe, adding on more to the embarrassment like a tower.

“shut up,” you took the tie he held out to you, wrapping around your neck before he took over, wrapping and tying it into a perfect knot, mirroring his own. it made grimace at the thought of wearing green, more specifically a slytherin color, it was going against silent rules of gryffindor.

“you’re nasty this morning,” his lips twitched into a smirk once more before handing you a sweater and then a skirt he conveniently had in his closet, making you frown wondering if it was your own or another girls. 

you didn’t answer and after awhile he finally nodded to you, walking out his private bedroom door, leaving you to the quiet. you let it soak you up, allowing the reality of the situation eat you whole. you didn’t even have your books.

°•

you were even more late than planned. eyes on you, making you clench your jaw as your hands laid hopelessly at your side, starring back with devastated eyes. you did not feel like you were living up to your house name.

“miss y/l/n,” snape hadn’t been facing you, his eyes focused on writing upon the chalk board while the rest of his students were busy staring for him, also devastated. “nice of you to join us.”

“always,” you mumbled, your eyes suddenly reaching mattheo’s, a classic, stupid smirk on his face. you rolled your eyes, deciding then it would be best to take a seat.

snape had then turned, his eyes almost immediately landing on you, and he can’t help but smirk himself, the corners of his lips twitching, “very nice attire,” he nodded, causing light giggles to circulate throughout the classroom, “ten points to gryffindor, but let’s not make this a habit, alright?”

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