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rocorambles · 3 years ago

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Divine (Dogs) Intervention

Pairing: Megumi x Reader

Prompt: Accidental Kiss

Summary: Megumi forms his own views of love

A/N: This is for the Anilysium SFW Collab. Masterlist can be found here!

Megumi sighs in relief, grateful for the peace and quiet the further he treks into the woods surrounding Jujutsu High. As much as he’s become accustomed to Nobara’s snide but clever remarks and Itadori’s silly cheerful ramblings, he cherishes the time he can truly be by himself, one with nature, one with the darkness and shadows curling inside, calling to him.

He takes a careful look around, eyes narrowing as he tries to find any hint of Gojo’s cursed energy lingering anywhere. But deeming himself well and truly alone, he grins, hands coming together and forming a seal, letting his guard down as his divine dogs wag their tails, growling and jumping around him playfully.

Megumi knows the rest of the Zenin clan would sneer and mock him if they saw how he lets the shikigami play, how he pets and coddles them as if they really were just two oversized dogs. But after all the pain and loneliness they’ve caused him, that he’s suffered through, he thinks he’s allowed some indulgences. And if that small relief comes in the form of two black and white furry packages, so be it.

He blames the fact that it’s a rare day without missions or lessons for his carelessness, for the way he doesn’t sense your presence. But fortunately for him, his dogs aren’t nearly as oblivious and his eyes widen in alarm as they cease their scuffle with each other, ears and heads suddenly alert. And suddenly they’re racing off into the distance, deeper and deeper into the forest, and it’s all he can do to keep them within view as he chases after the two excited creatures.

Megumi’s tempted to call their names, order them to stop, but a sense of curiosity and apprehension keeps him quiet and he continues to trail silently, on guard about what exactly has caught their attention. He hones in on the energy surrounding him, expanding his senses, broader and broader…

There.

The presence is so human, so normal, it’s no surprise it had completely slipped underneath Megumi’s radar. He feels his shoulder loosen, only to tense in mortification when he hears a crash and finds his two gigantic dogs pinning you to the ground, panting, licking, and slobbering all over your face as you squeal and flail.

“Off! Get off her!”

Megumi rolls his eyes in fond exasperation as the dogs whine at the harshness of his tone, bouncing back and forth from licking and nudging his hand for head pats to prove he’s not too angry (which he grants them) to giddily nuzzling their noses against your face, sniffing you curiously but barking happily when you get over your initial shock and begin to coo and pet them as you sit up.

You certainly don’t seem like a threat and Megumi allows himself to relax and observe you when he ascertains that you’re just a civilian who’s accidentally found themselves here. He hasn’t met many humans outside of the small circle of jujutsu sorcerers he’s been raised among and he can’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia, a sense of what-ifs as he watches you, so carefree, so innocent, so naive as you pet and play with what you think are just two adorable dogs. He wonders if that’s what his life could have been like too if his parents were still around, if he’d never gotten entangled with Gojo, with the Zenin, with jujutsu sorcerers.

But he knows better than to dream, forced too early on to understand how heavy the weight of reality is and he brings himself back to the present. He offers you a hand to help you stand, apologizing for his dogs, although he snorts about how clearly not sorry they are as they continue circling between and around your legs, practically begging for more attention.

“You really shouldn’t be here. These are the school’s private grounds.”

Even Megumi winces at how harsh he sounds and he awkwardly rubs the back of his head as you flinch, frantically apologizing and looking like you’re about to run to be anywhere else but here.

“But if you want to stick around just for today while I’m here, that’s fine…”

He trails off, ducking his face underneath the high collar of his uniform to hide the red flush gracing his visage as you gratefully beam at him, eyes sparkling, smile radiant.

But the dogs boredly circling the two of you and tired of whining for attention are not nearly as enamored with your demeanor as Megumi and suddenly two heavy weights are leaping on Megumi’s back, forcing him to topple forward, bringing you down with him. And as your bodies crash to the ground, your lips meet.

Physical intimacy is not something Megumi has ever had the chance to become closely acquainted with, platonic or romantic. He freezes at how soft yet solid your lips are against his, your scent that wafts around him from your proximity, the warmth of your body beneath his. He’s been privy to quite possibly the world’s most stunning eyes, but as he gazes into yours, so close that it feels like your eyelashes will accidentally entangle, he vaguely thinks that Gojo’s eyes have nothing on yours.

But time isn’t frozen for all and the two of you yelp when wet tongues and furry heads join the two of you, the dogs whining for attention and to be included in what they think is just two human-sized dogs playing with each other. And embarrassed, the two of you gratefully scramble to take life’s easy way out, separating from each other and each grabbing one dog to coddle and distract yourselves with.

However even as adorable as they are, the dogs only partially take your minds off of what just transpired and your face heats as your fingers absentmindedly brush against your lips, remembering the comforting heat pressed against them. Megumi’s not faring much better as he subtly tries to glance at you between pets, ducking his flushed face beneath his collar once again when he accidentally catches you touching your lips, the action making his own lips tingle in pleasant memory.

But it’s more than just the physical, it’s an awakening of sorts. All his life Megumi has been raised with a sense of duty, of responsibility. Romance, love, those are all foreign concepts to him, concepts none of the adults or kids he grew up with, other than Yuta, cared for. And as much as he respects his senpai, he’s not sure if that’s necessarily the kind of love he wants for himself (no disrespect to the Queen of Curses).

He’s not saying this is love, it definitely isn’t...yet. It’s curiosity, attraction, interest at most. But he’s surprised by how much he craves it. He’s grown up associating love with pain, death, and loss. No one told him it could also be so freeing. No one told him how normal it would feel. No one told him that it would be the sprinkle of water and ray of sunlight he needed to help grow the cold bud that lay dormant in him after the loss of his father and Tsumiki.

For once he feels hope, feels like this might truly be a new beginning and as the little plant in his heart finally blossoms, he takes the initiative he’s avoided for so long, letting himself be greedy, letting himself believe that maybe, just maybe, there’s something more for him than exorcising curse after curse.

He asks you about your life, your family, your friends, your interests and then he does what he’s always done best. He listens, finding peace in the cadence and pitch of your voice, feeling his heart flutter as you grow more and more comfortable, becoming more animated as you tell him about your favorite foods, the school subject you struggle with the most, the plans you have coming up for your friend’s birthday. And in return he tells you about the father figure/older brother in his life who has a sweet tooth, the cheerful idiot who lives next to him, and the loud-mouthed female classmate who recently joined Jujutsu High.

But before he can continue on, trying to figure out what to leave out for now and how to sugar coat the rest, his eyes widen in surprise at how dark it’s gotten, how low the sun is in the sky. Quickly catching on to what’s caught his attention when you see him cut off mid-sentence and check the time on his phone, you sheepishly laugh, a hint of disappointment in the sound as you lament on having to part ways with the boy you’ve just met yet who’s somehow nestled a way into your heart.

“I guess I should be going. It’s getting late.”

“I’ll walk you to the train station.”

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face as his tall lean form stands up with yours, a furry dog on either side of you as the four of you make your way out of the forest and down paved sidewalks. The two of you bask in these last moments together, something distressing twisting at your insides when you see the station up ahead, the feeling of finality settling heavily on your shoulders.

There’s already the bitter taste of farewell on Megumi’s tongue as the two of you stand in front of the station entrance, a taste he’s far too familiar with. But before he can utter a word, he’s startled by a bright screen being shoved in his face, eyes blinking in surprise as he stares at the empty contact form in front of him.

“You know...Umm...In case I want to trespass on private property again or if you want to go to that cat cafe I talked about earlier…”

Before you can make a fool of yourself any longer, long slender fingers are plucking the phone from your hands, and relief flows through you as you watch Megumi type his name and number in. There’s an extra bounce in your step when you gleefully take your phone back and he playfully rolls his eyes at the way you mischievously stick your tongue out at him when he lightly warns you not to just waltz onto Jujutsu High property without him as a guide.

And as you board the train, both of you exchanging farewells and even the dogs wagging their tails in their own silent form of goodbye, Megumi smiles down at the new text that appears on his screen, swiftly saving your contact before making his way back to the school.

Maybe he’d have to reconsider his aversion to exploring Tokyo.

#jujutsu kaisen fic #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen fluff #megumi x reader #megumi fluff #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

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lostmyshadesanon · 3 years ago

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Happy Birthday Felix 🎂🎁 🎉🎊

@teyvat-writer

🦊 - Anon here!!! It's finally the day. I hope.

I have no idea what time zone you live in so I'm posting this a bit early just in case!

If it's still the 28th when you see this. Don't open it!

Let the anticipation build!

This should be the last part for our poor hydro archon, but I'm sure the most anticipated. Let's hope we can do it justice.

Mindbroken?Hydro!Archon!Male!Reader x FoulLegacy!Childe

Wouldn't it be funny if I put a rickroll here?

Or just an error message, lol.

But anyway moving on.

You feebly twitched as you felt Childe fuck you with his entire fist in your gaping hole. Leisurely opening and closing his hand as he ground his knuckles into your swollen prostate, and commented idly on your puffy rim.

By this point you could barely even feel when another orgasm was ripped from your soiled body, and your cock jerked underneath you.

Childe had been at this for hours. He hadn't been inside you or orgasmed since the first round, but he seemed determined to be able to shove both of his fists in your aching hole regardless of how long it took.

When you had the capacity to think between orgasms you wondered why your guards had not coming looking for you after all this time, and hoped that if the Fatui had restrained them that they hadn't died, but just been incapacitated.

Though you were never able to think long before another orgasm was dragged out of you. Combined with the saccharine sweet voice mockingly praising you. Your head was almost completely empty and body numb to the pleasure you were being put through.

You could only gurgle faintly when Childe finally got his way and stretched you enough that both his balled up fists could fit into your gaping hole. He didn't remain there for long quickly pulling both his hands free, as be grinned in glee at your ruined hole.

"I think you're finally ready, my darling patron!" He crowed, lightly petting your back as if you were a prized pet who had completed a new trick.

Staring at him through dazed and bleary eyes you wondered. "Ready for what? What more could you do to ruin me?"

He must have the ability to read your mind, or long ago you had lost the stoic control you had over your facial expression. Childe bared his fangs in a mean smile. "Though I made sure the preparation was pleasurable you've barely reacted! That's quite unfair considering how many orgasms you've had compared to me.", The demon masquerading as a man pouted. "So to make sure you're still paying attention I've brought this!"

Childe brought out a potion bottle with some unknown blue liquid inside. With a loud pop he uncorked it, tilted your hips high enough up to send sparks of pain through your spine, and promptly shoved it inside you so it could empty unhindered into your defenseless body.

There was only a moment where you felt the strange liquid mix with the remnants of your favored's cum were you debated on the odd sensation reminded you of, before it felt like it ignited inside you, and you screamed.

It was like liquid fire had been poured into you. The disassociation you had been able to reach banished like morning fog, as your nerves lit up like a livewire. You start to moan like a bitch in heat drool leaking from your mouth as the fire spread across your body. Making you feel every pulse of your insides and cock, your hole desperately grasping at the bottle inside it, but it was too small!

What had Childe done to you?! That something the size of a wine bottle would feel too small??? As your body desperately begged for something bigger, something warmer, and the aching need to cum.

That shouldn't be possible. You shouldn't even be able to come at this point considering how many orgasms had been forced upon you?!?! You could only cry out in delight eyes rolling when Childe's hands skimmed over your cock, and tugged teasingly at the bottle in your ass.

"Ah, already begging for more, my dear patron?" Childe stated teasingly. "Dottore did say this was strong but I didn't think it'd be this strong."

Barely leaving you room to breath. Childe ripped the bottle from your grasping insides sending you screaming into orgasm. You were barely aware of your begging as you sobbed at the empty feeling inside you.

"Oh, darling don't worry you'll be full very soon. I have to make sure to claim you in a way that NO ONE will ever be able to satisfy you again. That way both you and the world know you're MINE." Childe whispered the words confidently into the small of your back before dragging sharp canines growing steadily into fangs down to the swell of your ass.

"Prepare yourself!" He cautioned before sneering over your begging form and rolling eyes, "If you still have the capacity too." Before he slid his fangs deep into the small of your back a glowing riptide mark spreading out like ink over your skin as electricity started to coat his own.

Spine arched from the conflicting flashes of pain and pleasure you felt more than saw the transformation happening behind you.

Cool hands grew massive claws as they clutched at your hips drawing hints of blood from where they pressed. The cracking of electricity and bone as you were hoisted off the ground jerkily from your current partner's growth in height and size. The fangs in your back sliding smoothly out and a smooth texture replaced it almost like being pressed up against marble. You could feel fur tickling your back as you twisted to see what kind of horrors awaited you.

He was massive, he was intimidating, he was gorgeous. The feral boy who had struggled to survive in the abyss had not only tamed it but made it part of his strength in this new form. Massive blood red horns sprouted from his mask, and a cape seemingly made of stars and space.

Dragging your eyes down you froze. Childe's cock had already been awe inspiring as a human, but in this form...

It was terrifying. It seemed to emerge from some kind of protective slit. The shape was as inhuman as his current form, and a size to match. He was easily double if not closer to triple your height and his cock fit his current form. Easily the size of one of your thighs if not bigger. You now understood the need for hours of stretching. It was ribbed increasing it's girth though it did not have a bulbous head which made you weary. That implied that whatever Childe had turned into was a creature built for egg laying. You couldn't see any kind of testes but knew he was fertile considering the steady drip of pre cum from the swollen tip. You could also see a slight pouch towards the base of his member which you knew meant he probably had a knot too.

You were horrified when your body shivered in pleasure at the sight and smell of the crime against nature before you. You desperately were trying to convince yourself that the utter wanton lust inside you was based on whatever mysterious liquid Childe had forced you to consume.

A rolling purr vibrated through you from the creature before you as you chocked on your own drool unable to take your eyes off the cock before you, but Childe didn't allow you to stare for much longer.

Raising your body up as if it weighed no more than a toy, and similarly treating you no better than a ragdoll, Childe positioned you over his monstrosity of a cock.

Desperately you were muttering no over and over again as you pawed uselessly at his shoulders trying to climb away as you were lowered closer and closer to the leaking member. You knew you'd never recover from this once you got a taste of what was about to penetrate you you'd never be the same, and only be able to thirst and be filled by this monstrous thing.

A deep chuckle pressed near your ear as Childe bent so that his face was near yours still lowering and positioning you for his cock. "You did say on your honor as an Archon you'd take me. So take me!"

Before sheathing himself inside you in one smooth motion. Your nerves screamed with you. You could feel ever rib as they caressed your swollen insides and invaded your body. You could do nothing but cry and take it, as he used your body like nothing more then a sex toy to masturbate himself with.

Grunts and growls joined your screams and begging as he furiously bounced you on his dick. Whispering praises and croons near your head while your eyes crossed and tongue hung uselessly from your mouth. Though his tip wasn't shaped like a human man's it did its job of digging into your prostate so that pleasure was dragged from your willing body, and your unwilling submission from your mind.

You're going to break! 💙

You're going to brEAK! 💙💙

You'RE GoING To BrEAK! 💙💙💙

You screamed until your voice broke, eyes becoming fully unfocused, as your body spasmed uselessly through orgasm grasping desperately at the welcome intruder making itself home inside you.

Gleeful claws dug deeper into your hips drawing blood when Childe felt you completely relax no longer even a token struggle being put up by his patron. No his love. Now he could just TAKE.

Claws delicately crawled up your torso to carefully grasp and pull at your swollen teats intent on tugging and bruising them until they were swollen enough to be mistaken for small tits and the idea of covering up would be laughable due to sensitivity.

He watches in delight as you could only moan, and get out enough syllables to beg while he drove you far past overstimulation. Your pupils not even attempting to track anything occuring around you.

Though all good things must come to an end and Childe could feel the tightening in his gut and stir in his knot that this round was drawing to a close.

You could only sob and thrash in utter pleasure as Childe continued to stimulate your chest. Nipples bruised and swollen a cherry red easily the size of the tip of a person's thumb, before feeling the man, monster, behind you still with a deep groan.

Your animal hind brain could only gasp in relief thinking this trial of endurance was finally over. But you should stop under estimating your favored he loves to exceed expectations.

You could only twitch weakly, pinned to his crotch, as you were suspended in the air, when you felt his knot start to inflate. Your cock dripped a steady flow of pre cum from Childe's tip being ground against your probably bruised and weeping prostate, as you both waited for his knot to fully inflate.

But the worst had still yet to come. Finally after what felt like minutes and a few micro orgasms you felt Childe move. A twitch in his stomach before a lurch in his cock. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before taking a ragged gasp.

Something solid was moving through the member nestled deep inside you. Stretching you out further to accommodate it. You could only sob as it worked further into you.

Childe dragged a clawed hand up to your cheek lightly caressing you. "You're doing so well pet. You'll make such a good incubator and brood mother. All for my lovely eggs." Childe sneered delighted at your faint moaned denials and twitches. He loved that even now you were attempting to fight him. Pleasure broken as you were.

Childe ground into you lightly tugging at your rim with his knot to hear you gasp and cry before leaning forward as if to hear you better. "What was that my love? I couldn't have heard you denying to be my broodmare after all you promised to take all of me. I'm only making sure you follow through. After all you'll look so pretty full of my eggs."

Childe's hand on your face dragged your chin down to look at your ever filling stomach. During your conversation he had been quick to fill you. You were so bloated at this point you could easily see the faint shape of the eggs inside you.

A ragged gasp left your lips as the next egg pressed sharply against your prostate finally sending you over the edge and into orgasm. You wailed as your eyes rolled grasping desperately at your ever increasing stomach. Unable to come down from orgasm as each egg made a pass over your prostate.

This seemed to delight your captor. Childe's voice deepened in mockery, "You try to keep your pride and make denials that you're not a whore who loves the idea of being fucked and filled constantly and yet you can't stop continuously orgasming on my cock like some desperate slit." Childe wickedly continued micro thrusting to fuck you with his knot as his eggs kept your orgasm from truly ending.

Over time Childe felt his eggs slow to a stop and his knot start to deflate. Carefully he lowered himself and you to the floor as he let his transformation peel away to show his human form keeping his still sizeable cock plugging you full.

Placing you delicately in his lap so you could continue to cockwarm him Childe hummed a jaunty tune. Waving a hand in front of your face his tune picked up in beat at the lack of reaction or recognition in his darlings eyes. He had finally broken you for now. He expected you'd pull yourself together eventually, but it should be long enough he can bundle you away, and sedate your now human form, for the long trip to Sneznaya.

After all his family had been inquiring when he would take a partner, but knew he'd had his eyes only on one. After all one day he'd been King of everything and he needed a capable partner at his side. Placing a kiss on your temple Childe continued humming as he watched his agents enter the room and prepare for their swift getaway.

He grinned your first mistake was truly saving his life and putting him in debt to you. After all he always keeps his promises and pays his debts.

I think that's it. That was hard to figure out how to end. 🤔

Hopefully you liked it Felix! After I did all that hype for this chapter.

Happy birthday again. 🎉🎉😆😆

From 🦊 Anon!

#finally done #minimal editing #i apologize for spelling mistakes or things like that #i was on a roll #hopefully i hit all your kinks felix #i tried to include most of what i saw from your thirsts on your blog

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dirtychocolatechai · 4 years ago

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meet-cute | b.b.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Warning(s): fluff, awkward Bucky, vet appointment stuff, Alpine Request: Babes if you're lowkey taking requests can I lowkey make one? 👉🏼👈🏼🥺💕 something flirty and cute and maybe a lil spicy with Bucky and vet!reader where something's going on with Alpine? Not self indulgent at all 😻💖 Notes: This was the first thing I’ve written in months and it felt damn good. Funny story, I actually almost went to school to be a vet tech + shadowed a vet for two weeks and got to see some wickedly cool things.

This was a bit self-indulgent on my part because I had a cat who passed away some years ago because of struvite stones and I wished he had a happier ending like Alpine so I thought why not 🤷‍♀️💖

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There’s nothing Bucky hates more than the stringent smell of industrial cleaners and clinical white walls - too many associations and shades of memory long laid to rest - except for when something’s going on with Alpine. The Turkish Angora was fine up until a few days ago when he started to hide away and sleep all day.

That wasn’t too concerning at first...

But then came the pained little noises, the frantic running back and forth from the litter box, the excessive grooming. The pit that started forming low in his belly grew, his instincts screaming at him that something was wrong, very wrong, with his little buddy.

Bucky wasn’t about to fuck around and set up an appointment with the first vet office he could find that had a same-day opening. And now he’s trying not to fall apart at the seams while he waits for the docs to do their magic and tell him what the hell’s going on with his cat and what he has to do to fix it.

The vet tech collected Alpine a bit ago and every minute stretches into years, the cat’s pitiful meow echoing in his ears and those betrayed eyes burned onto the backs of his eyelids.

I know, Bub, I’m sorry but they gotta figure out what’s going on. It’ll be okay, they’ll take care of you.

His ass went numb from the plastic chair ages ago, his leg jiggling up and down at a rapid pace as he chews on his thumbnail and waits.

And waits.

God, he knows these things take time but he’d rather be back at home, curled up on the couch with Alpine pigging out on breakfast food and watching space documentaries.

How much longer-

“Alright, Mr. Barnes?”

The heavy door swings open with a click, a kind, professional voice preceding a pair of sensible shoes as the vet steps into the room with a clipboard cradled against her chest. His eyes snap up, skipping over her completely to look at the tech holding his cat who looks absolutely miserable.

She introduces herself but he’s not paying attention. He’s not meaning to be rude but all his focus narrows in on that white little face, the knot in his chest unfurling at the little mew.

He smiles, his eyes crinkling around the edges as he breathes, “Hey there, Little Buddy.”

The vet doesn’t push, in fact, she seems a little enamored with how much he melts at the sight of his pet. Her own lips quirk up into a soft smile while she stands off to the side patiently as Alpine’s set down on the metal table.

Bucky gets in a few good scritches under his chin, the beginnings of a purr just starting to vibrate his hand when the vet clears her throat delicately.

He clears his throat, heat burrowing into the apples of his cheeks. “Shi - uh, ‘m sorry.” A hand scrubs over the back of his neck. “I’m just - uh - y’know...”

Her laugh trickles down his spine like warm rain, the sound effectively drawing his attention away from the cat rubbing up against his side. He gets his first look at her and oh.

A bare face and a no-nonsense hairstyle greet him, her scrubs and white coat adding to the overall doctor vibe but she’s still breathtaking. The natural beauty in the curves of her face, the slant of her brows, the sparkle of her eyes.

He feels like he got sucker-punched in the chest, his heart giving a sudden throb that has him coughing like an idiot as he scrambles to not look like such a jackass.

“So,” he clears his throat, scratching at the stubble along his jaw, “What’s - what’s wrong with him?”

Glancing down at Alpine’s chart, she hums and writes a note before glancing back up with a reassuring smile. “Nothing that can’t be managed with a special diet and watching his water intake.”

It’s like the weight of the world disappears from his shoulders, his broad frame practically heaving with his sigh of relief. “Oh thank fucking- ahem, ‘scuse me - thank god.”

Her chuckle and sly smile have him blushing from the roots of his hair to the collar of his shirt, his stomach squirming in discomfort. Old habits are hard to break, especially ones his momma taught him with a box to the ear.

“You’re allowed to swear, Mr. Barnes,” she says, reaching down to run her fingers through snow-white fur. “We’re all adults here.”

“No, no, I know...”

“Hm, anyway, his blood work came back and everything looks fine which is a good thing.”

And it’s back to business like that, any hint of personality hidden behind cool professionalism that Bucky thinks even Tasha would admire. Except for the playful gleam in her eyes as she sneaks peeks at him while going over everything they did and what they found.

“Struvite crystals are quite common in cats at low levels, especially males because their tract is longer and narrower.” She pauses, flipping to a new page. “Depending on the severity, they can clump together in the urinary tract and actually form stones. That’s where the true problem lies because get one large enough, and it can cause a blockage.”

He’s listening with rapt attention, soaking in the knowledge she’s imparting to him all the while, petting Alpine who keeps nuzzling him and making little sounds. Honestly, he could listen to her talk for hours even if he didn’t understand a goddamn thing.

She’s so animated when she speaks, holds eye contact and makes sure he understands everything without making him feel like an idiot. He’s had so many doctors who talked at him rather than with him, staring through him without seeing, more interested in the paycheck rather than their patients.

But not her, she cares.

Deeply.

He can see it all over her face and it’s utterly enchanting. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a little enamored, charmed.

Turning the tablet towards him, she shifts closer and a waft of whatever perfume she’s wearing tickles his nose as she explains what the x-ray of Alpine’s abdomen found.

“These are the stones but thankfully they’re relatively small,” she points to several hazy white ovals starkly visible on the radiograph, “We caught them in time before they became a really big problem.”

Shit, she smells so good...

“Now, we’ll send you home with a special diet and see how he does. Also, make sure to up his fluid intake as much as you can. The food can take several months to start dissolving the crystals so we’ll have to do everything we can to help. Sound good?”

Bucky hasn’t pulled his eyes away from her face once this entire time, and how fucking creepy is that?

Quickly looking down at Alpine, embarrassment gnawing at his belly, he nods and wishes for the first time since he cut his hair that he hadn’t so he’d at least have a passing chance at hiding the blush burning its way across his face.

“Yeah,” he says, picking up the ball of white fluff to hold against his chest, a makeshift shield. “Is there anything else I should do?”

“No.” She smiles, writing another note and tapping away at the tablet next to her. “I do want to see him again in about a month for a check-up.”

Fuck, he doesn’t want to leave so soon.

The irony isn’t lost on him either.

How does he make this last longer? What can he do? If Sam was here right now, he’d be kicking him in the ass and bitching at him to ask for her number already, Ice Pick.

The clack of the chart being set down rings through the room, bouncing off the walls and sounding so fucking final that he starts to panic.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

She’s already halfway to the door when she asks, “Do you have any questions?”

The word vomit spring from him, unbidden and sudden without any thought, more forward than he’s been with a woman in years.

“Can I have your number?”

As soon as the question leaves his lips, he curses, cringes and wishes he could snatch the very words from the air itself.

Great, I just hit on my vet.

No amount of backpedaling can salvage this but goddamn it if Bucky doesn’t try, stuttering out some half-assed excuse about wanting it just in case he thinks of something later.

When he glances up, he wishes he hadn’t. The vet tech is in near tears in the corner, biting her lips so hard he wouldn’t be surprised if they started to bleed.

But it’s the absolute surprised bafflement on the woman he just inappropriately hit on that does him in, makes him about ready to burn all forms of identification and run for the hills.

Her brows nearly reach her hairline, her mouth slack, eyes startled. She gets ahold of herself before he does, and he barely stops himself from slapping a hand over his face.

Right when he’s thinking there’s no way he’s going to be able to show his face in the office again, her expression softens with gentle amusement and her lips twitch.

Struck dumb, he can only watch as she writes something down on a slip of paper before handing it over to him. He barely believes the string of numbers and the cheeky little call me anytime :).

The wink she sends his way is there and gone, so fast he almost believes he imagined it.

“For emergencies only,” she says, slyly. “Of course.”

“Of course,” he agrees, almost tripping over the cat carrier as he hurries to stuff Alpine back in. “Of course, thank you. I...appreciate it.”

“Anytime, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky leaves the room in a stupor, the world sharply shifted to the left as he heads to the front desk to make the follow-up appointment, but not before hearing the whispered, “Girl, you’re lucky. He’s fine!” and the “He is, isn’t he?”.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky x you

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slashingdisneypasta · 4 years ago

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Hello. What about a villain SO who adores animals for Captain Hook, Hades, Dr. Facilier, Bill Cipher, Beetlejuice, and Jafar? Thank you hun😊🍯

Hope you like these ^^

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Beetlejuice:

· I wouldn’t put it past him to make one or two beastiality jokes…

· But apart from that, he doesn’t half mind animals either! (And he finds it endearing to see you playing with them, not that he cares to identify at all the warm, soothing feeling in his chest when he sees you boop your nose against a tortoise’s.) He’d love a dog, or… a tiger. A dinosaur would be ideal.

· But actually, its animals that tend to have a problem with him.

· Cuz of course animals are a lot more sensitive than humans tend to be to ghosts, and demons, and souls. And his soul is pretty damn mucky. BJ has met exactly zero animal’s so far (Since his death) that haven’t taken an immediate dislike of him. They hiss at him, or growl, or try to wriggle away even if they aren’t being held by him; Just nearby to him.

· He scares them because they can feel his evil and want nothing to do with it.

· So your dreams of adopting a dog with your new ghostie bf will need to be put on a back burner. Maybe he can lasso a sandworm and y’all can name her Rose and she can be your pet? He absolutely does not want you to be sad because of him!!

Bill Cipher:

· “ooOOH, what kind? Anglerfish? Clown fish? Sharks? Lobsters? Giant Squid? Wolffish? The Textile Cone Snail’s native to the Red Sea, Indian Ocean and Oceania waters? Octopus? Lock Ness Monster? Mermaids? Shrimp? Koi? M E G A L A D O N S? OH OH- THE KRAKEN?”

· “Wow, that was a lotta underwater stuff. I mean, yeah, they’re all great but also land animals and birds… And I don’t think all those are actually real?”

· “Heheh, that’s what you think… “His body loses its colour and becomes like a Bill Shaped screen, like he does sometimes when he’s brainstorming, and you just catch a picture of somewhere under the ocean and a beautiful, purple tale flapping out of the picture and a flash of soft, human skin just above it. Your eyes blow wide open. “Y/N, remember 80 percent of the ocean is unexplored.”

· SO, yeah. Bill’s really into underwater creatures. It is the most mysterious part of earth and in it lives some of the world’s freakiest creatures.

· He’ll install a whole aquarium in your house out of excitement, and inside? Nothing but angler fish, giant squids to watch you while you sleep and beautifully coloured sea snails climbing up the glass walls.

· Land animals though and birds? Very little interest. Birds get points only for being close to dinosaurs (You ask about reptiles in that case and his eye inverts in its colouring. His ‘skin’ goes red. “Those jerks know what they did.”), but still he’d much rather talk about star fish! Get ready to be more educated about the ocean’s weirdest creatures and mysterious happenings then you ever wanted to be.

Captain Hook:

· He has very confused feelings about this- especially when you act so chummy with Tik Tok who, naturally, loves you and your T-Bone steak snacks.

· On one hand, if you’re feeding Tik Tok then Tik Tok probably won’t feel the need or be able, to eat him.

· But on the other- bEtrAyER! How could you feed and love that monster, that has plagued his life for years and made his existence a living hell?

· But then again, the fact that Tik Tok is now often too full to bother with him rears its head again and he calms down.

· Because of this, its typical that he says nothing when you have animals around (Any animal. They all remind him of Tik Tok. Scales, fur, or feather). He’ll want to. Gosh, the need to speak will overflow in his throat and he’ll take a deep breath- … but then no words come out. He forces it down. Because he can’t mention his dislike without mentioning his relief also, so speaking at all would really just make you confused and feel bad and leave him frustrated because he doesn’t know how either of you could change to make this better for anyone, so its just not worth it.

· So then he just walks away.

· Its pretty humorous to see, actually. Because he’s just all grumpy and slouching off, maybe shaking his head and muttering, and you’re all wide eyed and confused. Holding, like, a budgie or a snake or something.

· The other pirates are keeping a tally.

· Bonus point: He’s not scared (Or allergic) of any other animals apart from Tik Tok, so you don’t have to worry about him being skittish or anything.

Dr Facilier:

· Frogs are a difficult subject for him so enjoy amphibian cuties somewhere that he is not, please. Also rabbits- there was an incident before you came along that he does not speak of.

· Other then that, Facilier is basically a normal person about animals. He can appreciate a nice zoo visit every now and then and pet the odd dog or cat but with you in his life he never wants to go to a zoo again. And he’s bored as hell by everyday pets.

· But he won’t tell you he’s sick of all the animals. Nay, nay. Its one of those things where you love the person, so you put up with the crazy/annoying shit they love. Like ‘Yes, yes. Very interesting, cher… ‘ when you talk about it, while he’s actually reading the newspaper and he hasn’t heard anything you said. After all, you stay quiet when he’s plotting or cackling over something he did to a victim that day. Its only fair.

· He is fascinated, though, when he’s just watching you (Sometimes he just sits back and observes you doing your thing. Its relaxing for him) and he notices little quirks you’ve picked up from various creatures. Like the way you curl up when you’re lying down on the couch and how you shrink back from things that happened to surprise you, similar to a big cat. Your eyes are focused like a wild animal, too. Very cute.

· Lots of animal-themed nicknames.

Hades:

· “You know, some tell me I’m a kinda animal, babe… “He wiggles his eyebrows at you over his mug of whatever-he-drinks (You fear asking, after watching him eat a bowl of worms), offering his best (And funniest) bedroom eyes to you.

· “Yes, but are you as cute as this snake Hades?? Are you?? Look into these eyes and tell me this snek is not as cute as you are.” You lift the little grass snake gently from the table and onto your arm, letting him wrap its body around you and lift his head to look around; Checking out what’s up. He was getting his scales stroked good; Why has it stopped?

· “Pfft,” Hades rolls his eyes, returning to the chess board in front of him (He likes to play both sides and challenge himself).

· Okay so, Hades can take or leave most animals. But it’s so cute that you love them, so he lets you keep them around. Whatever animals you like (Don’t worry, you also have the proper equipment and enclosures for them, and Hades makes another God, who is an expert on all things animals, come by whenever you have a question), and however many you like. I mean, what’s the good of being a God if you can’t spoil yourself and your preciously excited, human significant other?

· So you have, like, Reptiles at the west end of his underworld castle, nocturnal animals on the east, more pet-type animals like dogs and cats and rabbits in the living area part of the castle, etc.

· The animals give Pain and Panic a hugely hard time, which Hades thinks is a great bonus to doing this for you.

· He really loves it when you call him and yourself the animal’s parents. Yes, call me Daddy, babes. Its fine by me!

Jafar:

· Oh my god, the disdain in his voice when he looks from you, practically bouncing on the heels of your feet and to the fluffy white kitty you’ve gently shoved in his hands- which he holds at nearly a full arm’s length away from him. “Eugh. Really?”

· “What’s wrong! ? Isn’t she the cutest?”

· “She’ll get fur everywhere.”

· “Oh, that’s rich… “You say, side eye-ing Iago, who’s making a face at the cat from Jafar’s other shoulder. “Iago stress moults- and you stress him out all the time!”

· A dramatic, offended gasp erupts from one of the two males (Not gonna tell you who). “It is aesthetically pleasing mess!”

· So basically if the animal doesn’t speak a language he understands, he doesn’t care for it. You’re going to be fighting him on this for the rest of your life, Y/N. (Or his. I mean, I heard evil double crossing sorcerer vizier’s are dying at an accelerated rate these days. Hm, mysterious.).

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lune-hime · 3 years ago

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Garden of Tulips (Levi/Reader) Chapter 10

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“What did it look like?”

“Hmm?” Levi looked up from his place next to your sleeping form. “The titan that tried to snack on my darling granddaughter.” “Ugly as fuck.” “Aren’t they all?”

Levi recounts memories of the reader and their shared life together while she recovers from a serious injury.

!!WARNINGS!! - Violence, gore, smut, wholesome content ;)

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Tulipa alba coreulea oculata ~ A modest tulip of pearl hue that awakens before its sisters in the early spring. When she blooms, the inky beauty of her indigo heart is revealed.

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Colors danced in soft swirls under your closed eyelids. They were so thickly painted that you felt as if one swipe of your hand would intertwine their chromatic trails and mix their hues. You recognized this work of art as your euphoria; the painting of which you dreamed of many moons ago.

The delicate hands of your little muse patted your cheeks in a gentle reminder that you were too close to the surface to drift back into darkness. Here you waited in this limbo with the young girl, watching as the colors spun faster against her obsidian locks. She was the culmination of everything you could have in the future where you recovered.

The colors gained ferocity as the natural lighting from the wide window above your bed assaulted your eyes. It was as if you were an infant gazing upon the unfamiliar world so intensely it was painful. The searing brightness crinkled your brow and pinched uncomfortably at the corners of your eyes.

Sharp pain bombarded you just as the light did. It’s ivory beams peeled the lengthened sleep from your body and left a dull aching in its wake. The discomfort that now hugged your form was worth it, though, for when your vision gradually sifted up from the murky depths of unconsciousness you wanted to cry on spot at the valkyrie before you.

He contrasted so vibrantly against the pearly essence of the wallpaper of your room that you weren’t sure if you were still actually dwelling in your painting. An overwhelming urge to mold into him wracked your sedentary muscles. You were agitated at your weakened body, irritated that it couldn’t give your mind what it desired. The magnetic sensation was so strong that, willing your mind could override your physical short circuitry, it would have ejected itself out of its damaged shell and crashed into his open chest.

“Lee-” You rasped. Your voice was an exclamation within but manifested into a barely audible moan.

The minute noise grasped his attention, though.

Your phantom limbs bounced with touch starved compulsion when his head whipped around. You finally laid actual eyes on your favorite features sculpted by the universe.

“Lee-vi.” You croaked. The excitement of saying his name sapped what little energy you had from you as you fell into the little girl’s awaiting palms once more.

You lingered momentarily on the rickety bridge between consciousness and nothingness, listening to his muffled frantic calls. A warm wind rocked the bridge as his hands against your cheeks hit you like a summer heat wave. His touch endowed you with newfound vigor and your eyes opened once again.

He hovered mere inches from your face. The skin you longed to embrace was carved with petal-soft streams of tears that pooled from his desperate eyes and traversed porcelain slopes to drip down his chin. Your eyes instantly brimmed with salty gratitude upon being able to swim in those stormy seas of silver.

“Levi…” You breathily whimpered, the corners of your mouth quivering upward as what felt like years of being trapped in a bottle. Ten minutes he had grappled for his name on your lips but to you, it had left like a passing fancy.

“It’s me. It’s me-Y/N, it’s me .” He reassured for both himself, and for you. His voice wobbled with the desperate tambour of a colt eager to stand on its own among spring grass. The sheer quaking of his form; from his deeply furrowed brow, to the tears that fell in divine pools, to the frantic hesitation of his touches was in a magnitude that you had never seen in him before.

“Levi.” You sighed again, a weak smile sluggishly tugging at the corners of your lips. Like a chick learning to chirp you repeated his name as a mantra.

And by Ymir every time you chirped he vibrated at a frequency you couldn’t outwardly match.

“I’m here, Y/N.” He cooed as his emptiness finally filled with the colors of your essence. He pressed your foreheads together and basked in the warmth of your skin. “And you’re finally here.”

The simple physical touch satisfied both of your needy minds; Levi to know you were awake and you to feel like you were present. He wanted to say more. Explode with everything he had seen and felt these past few days. To unload what felt like months of unshared memories in your absence. But he didn’t want to overwhelm you any more. So he settled on four words.

“I love you, Y/N.” He uttered. You could hear the incoming flow of tears diluting his tone. Those words had fallen from his lips countless times since your accident, both internally and externally, but now they actually fell upon you. And it felt like nothing else mattered. “I love you, I love you.”

“And I love you.” You cried, fingers ever so tiredly trailing up his arm to weakly touch the softness of his hair. The strands glided between your languid flutters. There you stayed basking in the feeling of home and letting the bulbs of your love bloom between you.

“Wh...where are we? It looks like…” You trailed off as your head lolled onto his shoulder. Your eyes trailed the room, from window to wall and bureau to bedside table.

“We’re at Oma’s.” Levi explained as he smoothed down some hairs tangled in your drool from the corner of your mouth.

“Oma…” Relief was evident in your exhale. There was no other place and no other sheets you would rather be cocooned in than your childhood room after the last image your eyes captured was that carrion swamp of toothy rocks.

“She’s here then?” You asked, blinking to make sure you were actually awake.

“She left a bit ago to run errands with Felicia-”

“Felicia…” Your lips wandered over their names as if you were recalling them from a story read long ago.

“Mhm. She and Oma have been taking care of you.” Levi checked your eyes for any signs of dilation and disorientation as you processed everything. Everything seemed fine until you groaned when a chord of pain shot up your taught muscles.

“My side hurts.” You complained as your body reflexively stretched.

“I know. Don’t try to move too quickly.” Levi instructed gently. He tried to reposition you into a less painful sitting position with as much sweetness as his voice.

“How bad is it?” You bared your teeth as he shifted you. Levi kept his face from cringing at the memory of Oma fabricating a new seam for your flesh. He played with your fingers to keep your attention on staying awake.

“Oma had to stitch almost your entire side. You...had lost a lot of blood already before I found you. But I was able to put enough pressure on it to keep you-” Levi swallowed and finished his sentence with a deep inhale.

The grotesque images of the incident were painted in thick brush strokes along the bow of your brain. To push them down you focused your gaze on Levi’s doting touches and the smoothness of his milky skin.

“Do you remember what happened?” He pressed, gentle and hesitant.

You hummed in affirmation. You were sure not even the void could remove the scars left upon you by death’s cradle; both physically and mentally.

“Connie and I were alone. We were clearing out the titans to the west when Reiner knocked the wind out of me and I fell right into the abnormal…” You felt Levi’s fingers twitch in aggravation. You were too exhausted now to feel that intense hatred that had been palm-up body slammed into you.

“It grazed my side with its teeth...but I managed to take it down.” You drew in a ragged breath, the pseudo-smell of carcasses overpowering the sweet smell of the tea still steeping in the kettle nearby.

“I...I felt like what being chewed alive is like, Levi.”

Your utter outpouring of torture and fearful tears had Levi’s heart shattering all over again as it had the moment he retrieved your limp body from that sticky pool of blood. He caged the animosity that steamed under his skin for Reiner’s negligence, for the titan’s bloodlust, and for the dangerous oath both of you had taken. He had more to be grateful for right now than angry over.

His thumbs pressed feather-light kisses to your water lines, drying the flooded areas. He brought his hands to your cheeks and leaned in close so you were forced to reside within the shining slate mines of his irises.

“You’re alright now. You’re here, I’m here. You made it out, sweetheart, and nothing will be able to bring you back to that moment.” Levi said with a firmness and sincerity that bathed you in immediate serenity.

Levi rarely used pet-names with you. His terms of endearment came in the form of actions and gestures rather than words. Only when he wanted to communicate something deeper, a feeling he would never come close to conveying with his vocabulary, did they break through the surface.

“I’m assuming I fucked him up since I’m still alive.” You tried to joke as dizziness further loosened its constricting grip on your head.

“From what I saw, you absolutely fucked him up.” Levi cracked a smile when you wheezed out a laugh.

“Did Eren-?” You began. Your blackout had left you with many unanswered questions.

“I don’t know. By the time I had seen your flare they had already disappeared.” He answered.

“Don’t even.” He added. He sifted through your disorientation and hurt to find the fledgling tendrils of guilt creeping up your brow.

“None of us expected that attack. We all did what we could and no one can fault us for that.”

You chewed the inner corner of your lip and let his words sink in.

“You fought so well. You protected Connie and killed that abnormal who most likely would have gone on to kill someone else. I’m proud of you.”

Your bottom lip quivered under his earnest praise.

You strained towards him and Levi realized you were attempting to give him a kiss. He hesitated momentarily, afraid of embracing you in a sore spot or accidentally pressing you backwards at an awkward angle. With a delicate crane of his neck he met you more than halfway. His lips fell upon yours with the tenderness of a newborn fawn’s footsteps but the ferocity of lovers parted by a great ocean.

He drew back to see a pout where his lips had just resided.

“What is it?”

“I really have to pee.” You stated.

Levi’s rocking waves of baritone laughter and his steady arms lifted you from your bed.

“I want to try walking.” You proclaimed with determination, gaze focused straight ahead on the ensuite bathroom.

Levi was impressed with how well you tottered across the room, with his structural support of course. He would wince every time you did but you didn’t let the fire in your side impede your locomotion.

“Do you need me to stay?” He asked in genuine concern. He watched you skeptically as you wobbled above the toilet.

“You pervert.” You huffed, grimacing at the tightness in your thighs as you crouched down. “But yes please.”

Once business had been taken care of and you had assured him you felt coordinated enough to slowly walk back to bed yourself, Levi had gone to clean up his fallen tea cup. He had just finished dabbing the bedside rug with a rag when your sniffle dragged him to his feet.

The fabric of your nightgown, despite being silken to the touch, had snagged the rough skin of your stitches like sharp brambles as you bunched it up to your breasts. With your torso fully exposed to your morbidly curious gaze, you had never been more disgusted with yourself.

Your body resembled the two sides of a coin in how starkly different they looked. Supple curves flowed beautifully into strong and nimble legs. Across the way, a crescent moon of scissored flesh dug its hooks into your once smooth skin. Lightning bolts of broken blood vessels and bruising held your thigh to your hips like a haphazardly made corn doll.

“I’ve never looked so weak.” Your disbelief manifested itself in a dark chuckle. The image of your battered body had left you in shock at your forced metamorphosis. Your fingertips barely tapped at your stitches as if they were repulsed to be in the vicinity of your wound.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from your tears until Levi’s body carefully wrapped around yours from behind. He didn’t dare touch your scarring, but he did intertwine your hands with his and placed his head on your shoulder.

“I don’t think you’ve ever looked so strong.” He whispered with an airy kiss to your neck. You looked up to meet his eyes in the mirror and your chest clenched at his unfiltered adoration.

“You will heal. And to speed that up you need to not push yourself.” Levi gently ushered you away from the mirror and turned you back towards the bed.

As you walked, your gaze fell to the open bedroom door. Your eyes began to water once again, pooling at your bottom lids like the body of water you now cried for. Levi anxiously regarded you and your newest bout of tears.

“Levi...is Puddle?” You coughed. A heavy rock of dread plummeted into your stomach. You couldn’t recall the last time you had seen your other beloved boy. Levi grinned fondly.

“He’s fine. He’s out in the pasture.” He assured you. He felt the breath you had been holding release against his side and you continued your journey back to bed.

Once you had practically deflated back into the blankets, it dawned on Levi that you would need sustenance.

“Are you hungry? Thirsty? Lightheaded?” He mused like a mother hen.

“All of the above but I don’t think I can stomach anything right now.”

“I’ll just get water, then.” He decided and dipped out of the room. The steady tick-tock of the carved clock and the twittering of the birds above you almost lulled you to sleep when Levi re-emerged.

The water was unpleasant; too cool against the dryness of your throat. As you forced yourself to gulp it down, you registered Levi’s outfit. The realization made you lightly gasp.

“What’s wrong?” Levi bristled, fearing one of your organs decided to pop.

“Those clothes…” You whispered as you licked the final droplets of water from your lips.

Shit, were you upset he had borrowed them? Maybe he was encroaching on something precious.

“Y/N I didn’t-”

You shook your head and smiled sweetly.

“They look good on you.” You giggled at the blush that rose on his pale cheeks.

“The pants are a little too long though...shorty.” You winked weakly. Levi was relieved that you felt alright enough to tease him. It was a more than welcome nuisance.

“Not my fault everyone in your family besides Oma seem to be giants.” He countered as he sat down on the empty side of the bed.

“Oh Ymir, I’ve been out for...how long have I been unconscious?”

“Two and a half days.”

“ Shit , that means you’ve been all alone with Oma.” You whined. “I take full responsibility for anything she’s done or said.”

Levi shut you up with another kiss the consistency of butterfly wings. He pulled back and your heart fluttered at the light in his features.

“We get along pretty well.”

“She hasn’t scarred you yet? That’s a first.”

“I didn’t say that.” He replied with impish jest.

“We...understand one another.” Levi stated simply. You beamed at his comment and gave him a once over, noting his seemingly pristine physical condition.

“You’re doing okay? You look fine.”

“My shoulder is bruised and I feel stiff but that’s it.” He reassured with a spirited flex of his shoulder blades.

Your mouth hung open in incoming speech when a crashing at the base of the stairs followed by two sets of groans interrupted you.

“Dammit Felicia just-place them at the bottom of the stairs. No! See I knew this was going to happen, your arms are the consistency of chicken legs. You could have easily made a second trip from the carriage.” Oma scolded her with fiery disappointment obvious in her tone.

You and Levi exchanged amused glances at the antics below the stairs.

“Levi, are you up here?” Oma called as she ascended to the second floor. You bit your lips in anticipation of your reunion with your grandmother.

“I’m in here.” Levi replied with a squeeze of your hand.

“That foolish girl has just spilled half of her suitcase onto the floor.” The old woman complained as she approached your bedroom. A pair of crutches under one arm and a fresh package of bandages entered your room just before she did.

“I mean, really, she has to be aware that she has the strength of a bumbleb-”

“Hi Oma.” You hiccuped. Your cheerful greeting faded into a whimper at the sight of her. She looked as lively and as lovely as you had last seen her. The crutches fell to the floor with a sharp clatter and she turned to you with wide eyes.

“ Oh , my darling.” She croaked, gliding to your side and smothering you with careful kisses on every corner of your face. Levi pulled away to let the weeping woman embrace her kin. You buried your head into her shoulder and sighed into her familiar cradle.

The beautiful, joyously tearful reunion drove that stake of peculiar familial warmth deeper into Levi’s chest as he silently watched on as Oma and you began to catch up.

“Y/N!” Felicia screamed. She stood at the foot of the bed utterly petrified with relieved shock.

“Hi Felicia.” A grin parted the wetness on your face. She was quick to take you into her arms as well, and held you there as she rambled on about how ecstatic she was that you were awake.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You said as she pulled away. Your eyes crinkled and her’s mirrored yours.

“All of you.” You added, looking to every one of your earthly angels around you. “What time is it?”

“Half past three.” Oma said, squinting at the clock.

“Aw, I missed my morning coffee.”

The once fragile room was filled with hearty laughter and smiles for the rest of that afternoon.

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After spending the next few hours lazing with second swigs of tea and half eaten dinner plates, Levi gave your interlocked palms a squeeze. He broke away and padded out of the room to give you and Oma much needed alone time. The clanking of porcelain against the sink drew his attention to the kitchen archway and he paused momentarily along his descent.

“It sounds like an earthquake is breaking all of your dishes.” Levi commented dryly. Felicia yelped in surprise, generating even more clanking.

“Eek, I apologize if my cleaning has been bothering you! Oh walls, has it been loud enough to disturb Y/N??” She buzzed in anxiety. Levi threw her a half smile.

“I was joking. Clearly you didn’t take it that way...do you need help?” He said and leaned in the archway to the kitchen.

“O-oh...ahahah.” She sputtered and offered a wiggly, but calmer, grin back. “No, I’m all good here despite the noise. So no need to trouble yourself! Although I know you do love cleaning…”

Levi deadpanned into a single nod and continued out to the front porch. Two rocking chairs perched themselves along the ornate railing as they relished in the feature film that was the evening tulips. The fields were dulled by the blue haze of the encroaching moonlight.

He plopped down into the aged wood and took in his new favorite smell; country air. He had absolutely no idea what he had been missing with the must and dust of the underground and the metallic smell of blood against pine needles outside the walls.

He let time take the backseat to his rocking as he mildly entertained himself by finding shapes in the swaying flowers. His hand absentmindedly fiddled with the contents of his pocket. He sighed contently and brought them out of their cotton resting place and into the open. The two little bands of gold were illuminated against the pale floral sea.

A snort jolted the rings back into his pocket and whipped his head to the source. His body stiffened like an agitated teenager harboring stolen alcohol. Oma had appeared with a pony, a creature of small mousey brown and stout stature. It bore a harness with large wicker baskets hanging from either side of its chubby shoulders.

“Wanna help a brittle old woman with some last minute harvesting? I’m extremely behind on today’s work for obvious reasons." Oma invited with spice in her tone. If she had seen the jewelry, she was very convincing at hiding otherwise. Levi indulged in the rocking chair, creaking back and forth a couple times, before heaving himself up silently.

“It will do you good to get those muscles moving.” She said, patting his good shoulder as he neared. Once he was standing next to her she gripped his collar and yanked it downward. Levi faltered at the unexpected grapple and stumbled backwards. She peeped under the cloth, admiring the progress of her handiwork.

“Looks good still.” She affirmed, playfully snapping the band back and she waltzed into the field. “Damn I’m one hell of a seamstress.”

Levi followed the pony’s hoofprints down the main lane until the house was barely in view. They arrived at a patch of tulips the color of midday sunshine and lemon drop candy.

“Alright, look here boy.” She rubbed her hands together in anticipation. Levi regarded her as she kneeled down in front of her chosen flowers, one of the wicker baskets loyally resting at her side.

“It’s not as simple as pulling the damned thing up, you might tear the bulb out that way. If you do that you owe me whatever I would have earned from the re-cultivation of that tulip.” She sternly explained, sending him daggers in her eyes he had come to recognize held no malice.

Levi watched carefully as she dug out around the base of the stem, twisted gently with a firm grasp, and lifted, effortlessly releasing the flower from its anchor. He kneeled down in his picking area and mimicked her movements. After a couple broken stems and constructive criticism they had fallen into a steady rhythm.

“So...do you want to show me what’s jangling around in your pocket?” Oma inquired with a sly innocence. Levi eyed her with his grasp mid stem. Her features were smug with knowledge.

“You want to see what is inside my pocket?” Levi quipped back as he yanked the flower from its birthplace.

“Uh-huh.”

“Like...lint?” Levi returned matter-of-factly. He was grateful straight facing was his most coveted skill in interrogations such as these.

Oma cackled and blew the excess dirt from her fingertips.

“I saw the rings, Levi. No use playing dumb with me.” She stopped her harvest and gauged him for a reaction.

Levi cleared his throat and continued working.

“How do you know I wasn’t keeping them safe for Erwin’s wedding to his eyebrows?” Levi replied with an even tone. He cringed at his bullshit.

“Now that’s a wedding I’d like to be invited to.” Oma laughed, and Levi couldn’t help but grin at his absolute shitty cover up.

“It doesn’t- didn’t - really matter that much to me. Getting married.” He began as his hand hovered over the wind kissed petals of his next flower. It took a couple of soft sways for him to decide how to articulate his feelings.

“Why should I let a piece of paper, a circlet of metal, and some holy man manifest a promise that I’ve already committed to her myself?”

Oma hummed along in acknowledgment.

“But...realizing how much marriage meant to her made me place my opinions aside and realize I was being selfish in my reservations.”

A grasshopper popped in and out of the columns of stems.

“She’s never made a big deal out of it, but I’m not blind. I see the way she fawns over wedding dresses and how her eyes light up when she sees families on the street.”

His tone grew somber as thoughts of doubt flooded his mind. When the thought of becoming a husband and even a father crossed his mind he shoved them immediately into the darkest corners of his subconscious. But despite those intimate fears, he would never doubt he wanted to make you happy for the rest of his days.

“I want to give Y/N something that she can cherish for a long time in a world where everything we have seems so temporary. And standing through a ceremony celebrating our commitment...I guess isn’t the worst thing I could think of.”

With a slow exhale, he removed the rings from his pocket and held them up. Oma noted he regarded them with the same tenderness he reserved for you. His self awareness and lack of confidence intertwined with the utter devotion she could see he had for you brewed a hearth in her chest.

“Well, congratulations. They’re lovely. She’s going to absolutely love them.” Pure fondness spread through every crevasse in Oma’s face and overwhelmed Levi with domesticity. He averted her gaze and repocketed his trinkets. He grunted awkwardly with a nod.

“Thank you.” She said and began working again.

“For what?” Levi’s brow furrowed as he too resumed.

“For loving her, and receiving her love in return. It sounds like a lot of fairy-tale bullshit and troll scrotums, but love is quite the powerful ally.”

He rose his head to a crinkled smile and he nodded with a half moon of his own on his lips. His smile, however, did not betray the bleakness in his features.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of them as they continued to pluck the beauties from their earthy homes. They eavesdropped on the occasional yowl from a fox and the croaking of toads.

“Do you know what makes a good, sturdy, lively tulip, shorty?” Oma asked as she strong-armed one from the ground. She examined the flower with eyes that Levi’s own vision would never be able to duplicate.

“Water.” He guessed offhandedly, flicking a worm off of the roots of his own flower.

The older woman scoffed at the blandness of his answer.

“If that’s all it took, I’d be richer and my lower back wouldn’t ache like a bitch.” She cackled. “You’ve got the basic idea. But you haven’t even scratched the most important bits.”

Levi’s verbal silence pressed her to continue as he scooted over to the next patch nearest to him.

“First you need rich soil. If you live where that soil is contaminated-ya know too much clay, too little nutrients. Then you need to physically make the soil capable of growing life.” She began with a bulky wheeze as she lifted her basket to reposition herself over her floral children.

“Here, thankfully the soil is loose, airy, and just a bit sandy. But that wasn’t the case at our old place. A downright hard job it was to get those little bastards to grow. But we did.”

“Once you’ve got your soil sorted out, you need the bulbs. Some of the bulbs won’t make it. That’s just how it is. But the ones that do poke their little heads above the ground and leave their dark incubations.”

“Then comes the water.” She looked at him pointedly and he rolled his eyes. “It’s the one constant thing in a tulip’s life that nurtures it into maturity.”

“How versed are you in tulip anatomy?” Oma asked as she held her latest victim up. Levi blinked at her.

“Expertly.”

His sass made her smirk.

“Well, then you’ll know that petals-arguably the most cherished and viewed piece-are a part of the tulip. So is the stamen, pistil, and pedicel.” She lectured while supporting her points with gestures to the places on the plant she was talking about.

“While they are all interconnected with the flower, they aren’t the whole tulip.” She stated. She threw the saffron colored flower in an underhand swoop to Levi who caught it effortlessly. He twirled the soft skin of the largest petals between his thumb and index finger as she talked before tossing it into his own basket.

“There’s a lot nature can teach us about ourselves. I mean we’re all natural beings, even the titans.” She said with pursed lips and swiftly grabbed at the pony’s halter when she saw him mouthing for the buffet in her basket.

“That’s why I’ve stuck with this job for so long. By looking at them, they remind me that my oddities, mistakes, and what-have-you, may linger with me and be a part of me...but they aren’t all of me. There’s still a bulb down there under the earth waiting to re-blossom.”

Levi now understood the depth of her analogy. Normally, if someone was beating around the bush to tell him he needs to cheer up he would have either slammed the door in their face, or their face into the door. But this didn’t feel like that. Her words seeped into his heart and rested there in what he could only begin to grasp as...parental warmth.

“That’s what you need to do to help yourself, I’ve learned. To cultivate learning to live with yourself and then in turn others.” She sighed as she pressed the disturbed soil back into place.

When Levi looked down, his hands were suddenly so small and so caked in dirt. But not dirt from the fields. No, it was an oily, slick dirt that tasted like oxidized metal when he ate stale bread from them.

“Tulips don’t live forever even though they blossom every year. Life could not exist without death, and it only hurts yourself to deny mortality in you and in others. It only makes you suffer, not the loved ones that have passed before you or the ones that slipped through your fingers.”

He was shaking like he used to when his malnourished body constantly teetered on the edge of starvation. His bony wrists buckled under the immense weight of the flower and it tumbled to the ground in front of him. He wore a once expensive sleeping gown gifted to his mother by one of her regulars. It was clearly for her, but she had given it to her poor son to provide him with that extra warmth when she was too sick to wrap him in her love herself. It was tattered and stained from years of wear. But it still smelled of her.

“Everyone and everything in this world of ours must die. Life is a precious gift with that knowledge. And a gift so precious can’t be wasted on beating yourself down for existing, for living . Self proclaimed demons and mistakes in all.”

Levi felt the childish pressure of tears building behind his eyes. He wished to choke out a whine, to let them burst out, to feel the safety of his mother’s chest against his wet cheeks instead of her lifeless embrace. He felt the tantrum of frustration at all of this emotion he kept so expertly under lock and key. His bare toes sank into the flowers behind him as he knelt on the soil just as he did the cramped trailer where he resided when his mother worked in their room.

He finally felt like a child in the presence of a mother’s comfort. Oma’s consolation brought back that gangly, mute, shelled boy. The boy who had to grow up into a man overnight, surrounded by reflections in knives and last words as screams. The boy who never had the chance to cry it out about foolish things like his mother not being able to take him on a walk through the city, like his bloated belly eating itself instead of dinner, like never being able to see the sun. The boy who was always the pillar for others and never had a guardian to stroke his head and tell him that better days are coming.

“I’m rambling like this because I see the intense self loathing in you that I used to feel for myself-” She half chuckled to make light of her weighted words. The dry laugh faded into the air with the rest of her sentence when she gazed upon him. Her smile dropped as bubbling tears cascaded over his dark bottom lashes.

“Oh, my dear.” Oma gasped out a breathy coo. She instantly dropped her basket, not caring if her naughty pony ate some of her crop. She flew to him; her knees before his and her hand pressing his head to her shoulder. Her other arm rubbed ginger ovals into his back that urged him to crumple into her strong embrace.

For a moment, he wondered if this is what his mother would have felt like if she hadn’t been so frail. He could only guess that this is the feeling he had missed. The childhood was never nurtured into him. The childhood he had forsaken for survival. And in a twisted way, he was now more than ever thankful for the horrors of his youth as he nestled into Oma’s loving arms. Because he was beginning to understand that his own life was precious. Not just yours or Oma’s or Felicia’s or Erwin’s or Petra’s or everyone he fought for.

She was right, and Levi was too prideful to tell her how grateful he was for her in this moment.

“I.” He fought to swallow his shame in his childish behavior, but the soft strokes of her fingers through his hair and the solace in his chest at her gentle rocking plunged it down his esophagus.

“I needed to hear that.” His voice quivered into the puffy fabric of her shoulder.

"We all do." Oma hummed and continued her ministrations, allowing him to tearfully bleed a lifetime of juvenile sorrows onto her and out of him.

Maybe he did need to let his withered leaves and wilted colors fall from his body, leaving him with just his skeleton and his heart.

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The creaking of the wood under his boots was the only sound in the dim darkness of the newborn night as he made his way upstairs. He paused at your door, glancing in to see you tucked back under the sheets. A half smile carried him back to his temporary chambers to wash up. He managed to fully wash the silt from under his fingernails and his knuckles while still keeping Oma's comfort there.

When he deemed himself fully cleansed, he slunk through the crack in your doorway without causing the hinges on the old wood to groan. He deftly sat in the chair still positioned next to your form. His eyes softened at the slight twitch of your nose and your steady breaths.

Just as he began admiring the warm glow of life rising back up into your skin, your eyelashes fluttered in greeting.

“Did I wake you?” He whispered, his voice devoid of anything but airy tenderness.

You shook your head, the plushness of your pillow swallowing your face then regurgitating it up.

“No, I was just resting my eyes.” You blatantly lied through a smile that was blinding in comparison to the muted candle light.

“I’ve slept too much these past few days. I don’t want to right now…” You began with the saddest attempt at a pout Levi had ever witnessed. Just speaking that sentence already almost sent you into another deep slumber.

“Then just keep resting your eyes then, instead of sleeping.” Levi whispered as you trailed off in obvious exhaustion. He pressed his hand to your forehead, blissfully cool from the tap water, and moved your hair away. In its place, his lips placed the sweet hum of affectionate proximity on your skin.

You registered the chair rubbing against the floorboards through the incoming sleep.

“Will you stay, Levi?” You asked, doe eyes blinking up through the gray.

You didn’t even have to ask him.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

You felt the bed dip to your left. He settled in beside you on his side, his arm a firm resting place for his head as he gazed upon you through the night veil. He didn’t draw you to him as he usually would. It would scar him if he selfishly undid the hard work of Oma and Felicia. For now, just basking in the aura of your wellbeing was enough of a security blanket. You weakly shifted so your head was perched in his direction.

The two of you laid in silent fear of sleep. You didn’t want your beautiful little angel to carry you back into the void. Levi didn’t want his demons to vouch all of this as a practical joke and take you from him when he rose the next morning.

“Levi.”

“Hmm?”

“You called her Oma.” You mumbled, finally relenting into the arms of rest.

“I did.”

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wevegottogetaway · 4 years ago

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I love you

First I love yous...do I need to say more? Anyway, please don’t hesitate to reach out for anything, whether that be comments, requests, feedback or just to have a chat! Happy reading xx

It’s been three days of utter pandemonium ripping through your brain in complete disarray. Three days of pent up stress storming through your mind as you ran like a headless chicken to try and find a handle on a situation that frankly, you didn’t give a rat’s ass about.

It all started when your boss had called you in his office, his signature tyrant-resting face on, solid frown drafting his features in a look of severity. Well, this can’t be good, you’d immediately thought once you took a hesitant seat across his desk. You’d hoped for a benign reason behind the sudden meeting, and that the scowl on his face was merely a residual of some other trouble that had absolutely nothing to do with you.

Your prayers had fallen on deaf ears however, as the summoning proved to be a twenty minutes angry diatribe about how one of your most recent client had expressed their wish to withdraw from their deal and de facto, the company. Though it hadn’t been your fault per se, your boss didn’t have any reservations about reminding you of your supposed responsibility to keep your clients sated and on the company’s leash. He’d given you three days to fix it after that. Three days to persuade the client not to pull out of the deal, or you risked some serious downgrading if not redundancy.

You’d called Harry for support the minute you got home and spent the whole evening brainstorming the craziest ideas to him. He’d listened patiently, holding your hand on the table as you both indulged in the Thai take-out he’d picked up on his way over. That first night, you’d barely slept as you laid in his strong arms, back to his chest. Your reeling mind had still been trying to conjure up any sort of plan that would help you out of this chaos; but for each switch of the glowing red digits on your alarm clock, your hopes had dwindled some.

You hadn’t known then, but Harry couldn’t find rest either as he spooned you against him. You two hadn’t been dating long, several months at best, but already your distress was unbearable to him and every bone in his body ached to do something to help you. This feeling of powerlessness was crawling out of his skin and swimming around like a shark amidst his prevalent thoughts of support, admiration and love. Because, while he’d shown you the first and conveyed the second countless times in the past, the third had yet to tumble out of his lips, despite the confession burning their flesh a bit stronger every day.

What really had had his mind reeling though, was knowing that maybe, just maybe, he had the power to make this situation go away; and for each switch of the glowing red digits on your alarm clock, his hopes grew some.

Your earlier utterance of the client’s name had been ringing through his mind in faint recognition, an itch starting to fester at his fingertips. Dialing a phone number was all it could take. A couple choice words and if he played his cards right, the deal would be back on the table. He’d known interfering was arguably a bad idea, and truthfully he’d always made a point of honor not to use his connections to serve ulterior motives (his or anyone else’s), but how was he supposed to do nothing when the person that caused you trouble was in fact a friend of a friend that might reevaluate their stance if he pitched in with a bit of charm and compelling words? How was he supposed to stay idle, watch you dissolve in an anxious mess, if he wasn’t as powerless as he thought?

So he didn’t.

He’d originally planned on keeping you in the loop, but you’d been gone by the time his forest green eyes had fluttered back to consciousness the next morning. After a quick shower, a large mug of the coffee you’d left for him before running back to work, and locking your apartment with the spare key you’d given him a couple weeks back, he’d pulled out his phone. Two minutes was all it took for his friend to pass him your client’s number and without hesitation, he’d launched the call and brought his phone to his ear.

It took a bit longer than a couple of minutes for that conversation to take effect, but eventually his words hit their target. After all, his lovely nature could pierce through the most robust walls and stubborn minds. He didn’t even have to put on the charm that much, instead drawing earnest sentiments about your impeccable skills and rambling about how there was no better person to keep their account safe in the business. He’d gnawed at his lips the whole time, desperate to pull through but still scared to fail you somehow. You’d already been let down by the client and your boss, you certainly didn’t need your boyfriend added to the list.

The call had ended with their promise to reassess and consider your undeniable abilities in the equation, yet the next day you were once again convoked to your boss’ office with a snarly bark of your name. Puzzlement washed over you as you speed-walked after him. Why was he still so resentful with you when you’d gotten the client to reenter the contract?

Another twenty minutes of intense scolding provided you with that answer. With a disdainful gaze puncturing your poise, your boss told you that while your job was no longer on the line, you’d been given a firm warning about using your boyfriend as negotiator for the company’s dealings.

How he knew when you yourself weren’t aware of the fact, you didn’t know. In retrospect, your talk with the client had been suspiciously easy for someone who’d made their will to ditch the company crystal clear. You’d merely laid out your arguments, expecting resistance and some pushing, but were only met with a squinted look and cautious acceptance. Now you know your case had already been pleaded once, by the man who was taking more and more space for himself inside the chambers of your heart.

You didn’t quite know how to feel about it; didn’t know if you should be mad or grateful. You were specifically stunned because you knew it was out of character for Harry. Your boyfriend was the most generous being you’d ever met, but humility was even more so a prevailing layer of his beautiful nature. You certainly didn’t expect it, didn’t wish for it to happen again because you were always adamant not to ever use anyone for their assets. Yet there was a tingling, a mixture of discomfort and gratefulness, sloshing in the pit of your stomach.

This whole thing was a mind-fuckery of emotions you were too tired to process.

What you did feel though, was the pure frustration at your boss’ hypocrisy. You both knew he didn’t really care how you’d gotten the deal back, just that you did, but his intolerable disposition wouldn’t allow him to applaud your efforts and move on.

Wanting to put this all mess behind you, you bit back the retorts that you craved to force down his throat, simply nodded through his chastising charade, and leaped to your feet as soon as the dismissing words left his stupid trap.

Now that you’re making your way inside your home, your nose is hit by a waft of delicious aromas traveling from the kitchen. Your mind is still fuzzy with every trouble and startling revelation that transpired in the past three days, but as your eyes settle on your apron-clad boyfriend, you take a moment to appreciate the sight of his soft figure stirring the content of what must be a pan on the gas. His back is facing you, but you can hear the gentle humming under his breath, as he hasn’t registered your arrival yet.

After another minute of whistling, he finally twists around and his eyes almost pop out of their socket when they find your timid stance a couple feet away. "Jesus, pet, didn’t know you were home yet," he chuckles softly before taking in your somewhat moony features. Your expression is hard to pinpoint, your delicate traits blank of any emotions yet your eyes have the same sparkle that greets him every morning and every night when he pulls you for a deep kiss in his warm embrace. "Everythin’ okay, love?"

The query snaps you out of your semblance of trance, your head looking down to the floor to gather your wits before you level your gaze back to his. "Yeah it is. Umm, my boss called me in again today," your bite your lip, not knowing how to navigate the conversation. In all honesty, you just want to be done with the whole thing, would rather spend an evening full of cuddles and potentially mind-blowing sex, but you know this ought to be acknowledged.

"Oh," his brows pull together with the same confusion you’d experienced when your boss ushered you to his office. "Did he thank you for the big save?"

"Not exactly," you clear your throat bracing yourself and Harry’s face tenses at the realization about where this is going. "My job is safe and I’m still working on the account," hie loosens up in relief, but your next words have him stiffen right back up in alarm. "But I got a warning for a certain someone’s involvement in the company’s operations. Apparently, my boyfriend called the client on my behalf and forgot to clue me in…"

Your voice is calm and doesn’t carry any reproachful tone, but Harry’s pulse is suddenly speeding with dread regardless. The fact that he could have lost you your jobs is the only thing registering in his frenzied mind, as he sets the dish towel from his shoulder down on the counter and steps closer to you. His eyes are bouncing off yours in a frantic back and forth, as he gulps his remorse down. Before you can appease him with reassuring words, and show your lack of anger, he launches in an apologetic rant, enclosing both your hands between his palms.

"M’so sorry, love. I didn’t mean to put you in a bad position. Fuck I just- I kept thinkin’ I could help since your client was a friend of a friend. And, the more I thought about it, the more I kept thinking 'I can’t do nothin’. Cause I hate seein’ you in pain an’ I really want to be here fo’ you and I know this was probably the wrong way to go about it, but damn y/n, I couldn’t stand doin’ nothing, m’sorry-"

"I love you."

The words come fast but distinct, airy but firm, not an ounce of doubt laced through their utterance. An eerie silence permeate the small space surrounding them, as Harry tries to find his own words back. It took three of them to steal all of his, but in his defense they were the ones he’d been dying to hear and to deliver himself. His eyes are wide, blinking in total surprise. He’d expected irritation, disappointment perhaps, maybe even anger, but definitely not the sweetest words he’s been keeping at the forefront of his mind. "I- you do?"

You still have that wondrous look on your face, but this time a bright smile enlivens your features, "I really do." You take your hands out of his grip to hold onto his wrists and pull him closer to you. You have to look up since he towers over you but you’ve always liked that about your relationship; the way he always seems to dwarf you in his embraces, whether because of his height or his bear-paw hands. "I mean, don’t that again," you let out a soft laugh, "but I know why you did it, and I love you for it."

Harry smiles rivals your own now, as your hands smooth up his arms to clasp at the nape of his neck, "plus, my boss is a jerk anyway so, who cares?" You pull him in a loving kiss then and his arms wrap themselves around your shoulders in a tight lock. His lips are as soft as ever between your own, and you detect the faintest taste of pepper and other exotic herbs lingering on their edge, from his cooking endeavors. He’s always been one to have a taste or two while he’s working, whether that be in the kitchen or other rooms…and regardless, you always like it when you get your share from his supple lips.

He feels slightly distracted against your mouth though, his technique not as ravishing as it usually is. and before you can wonder why, he’s pulling an inch away from your swollen lips, hurriedly whispering your tender confession back to you as though the words couldn’t be out of his mouth and into your heart fast enough, "I love you too, pet. So much." His hands are cajoling your face, thumbs drawing soothing circles across your cheeks, and his beaming smile is melting your heart in a goo of pleasure after all the strain it suffered in the past couple of days.

"Fuck, c’mere, don’t ever wanna stop kissing you," Harry mutters against your lips before diving in for a real mind-bending, soul-shaking, tantalizing kiss this time. Just like that, all your worries and sorrow evaporate into thin air, only to be replaced by an intoxicating pink loving brume. You two definitely spend the most perfect evening with lots of cuddles and endless mind-blowing lovemaking. Screw everything else.

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moonlit-jeno · 5 years ago

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donghyuck + jeno + jaemin + voyeurism | part 2

It feels like there’s not enough oxygen left in the world as Jaemin desperately tries to breathe, his lungs ceasing to function as he watches Jeno’s hands move over your body. Donghyuck is right behind him, his sentence stuttering off as he registers the sight in front of him.

They should move. They should leave, should close the door behind them, should respect your alone time. Jeno hasn’t seen you in almost a month and it’s clear that he’s missed you, judging by how tightly you cling onto each other, how deeply he groans as he kisses down your neck.

You whimper and throw your head back, legs tightening around Jeno’s hand to keep him in place as you plead for him to add another finger, to move faster, harder, right there, fuck, please don’t stop. A loud moan leaves you and you pull Jeno’s mouth to yours, mumbling an “I love you” against his lips. They should move.

They don’t.

Donghyuck whispers a fuck under his breath, breathing out harshly as he palms himself over his pants. There’s a noticeable tent in the fabric, though Jaemin’s in the same boat so he isn’t really one to judge. He can tell that Donghyuck had only meant for the touch to provide a little bit of relief, but his hips twitch and then he’s grabbing himself a bit more roughly, eyelids growing heavy with the pleasure.

Jaemin aches to do the same, but his stomach is twisting and he thinks about how fucked up this is. Here he is, watching his best friend fuck his girlfriend. And yet, he can’t get himself to move.

“I’m gonna come.” You let out your loudest moan yet, grabbing desperately at Jeno’s forearm. “Fuck, Jeno-”

“Yeah? Gonna come all over my fingers, baby?” Jeno leaves a wet kiss under your ear, moving up to nibble on your ear lobe. You let out a garbled noise of agreement, your free hand fisting in his hair. “Then you’ll be my good little girl and gonna come all over my cock, right?”

Jaemin’s knees nearly give out as he watches the scene unfold and he leans heavily against Donghyuck. “Yes, fuck, I’m your good girl, ohshit-”

Jeno barely lets you come down before he’s rising up on his knees and sliding his cock into you. “Oh fuck. Shit baby, you’re so fucking tight.” Jeno slides his fingers past your lips, humming appreciatively as you lick your arousal off of his fingers. “Guess I’m gonna have to loosen you up.”

You all but sob, clawing at his back as he starts to properly fuck you. It’s the hottest thing Jaemin’s ever seen in his life, even though he knows that it’s wrong. Next to him, he notices Donghyuck slip his hand past the waistband of his sweatpants.

Jaemin means to grab hold of Donghyuck’s wrist, tell him that they need to get the fuck out, that this is wrong. That doesn’t exactly happen.

His eyes are glued to you and Jeno and he’s a little flustered, so naturally he misses Hyuck’s wrist and grabs his dick instead. And Donghyuck moans, hips shooting forward into Jaemin’s grip at the unexpected pleasure. It’s a fatal mistake.

Jeno hears them and looks over, eyes widening slightly as he sees two of his best friends watching from the doorway as he fucks his girlfriend. Jaemin holds his breath, standing frozen, and watches as Jeno processes everything. His eyes move from their faces down to where they’re both hard in their pants, eyes lingering on where Jaemin’s hand is still on Donghyuck’s dick.

Jaemin expects Jeno to yell at him, to try to cover you up, to do something. But all the guy does is smirk, and Jaemin swears that Jeno starts fucking you harder, driving his hips into you at a brutal speed. His head dips down and he must whisper something to you because then you’re also looking over, a fucked out grin appearing on your face when you see them.

“Enjoying the show?” You ask, amusement clear in your voice. “C’mere. The views better from the bed.” Your voice holds a surprising amount of power, despite how you practically moan the words, your voice breathless as Jeno pounds into you.

Jaemin finally moves his hand off of Donghyuck’s cock, drawing a whine from the other boy. He hadn’t even realized that Hyuck was grinding against his palm, but now he watches as the other boy humps the air for a moment before managing to gain control of himself. Almost in a daze, Jaemin makes his way over to you and Jeno.

He sits down, Donghyuck crawling half on top of him. Jeno pulls out of you so, so slowly, and his eyes are glued to the sight. You’re absolutely soaked, Jeno’s cock glistening with your arousal. Jaemin can’t hold back his moan.

“Wanna ride me?” Jeno asks, petting over your cheek with his thumb. “Put on a show for my friends?”

“No.” You giggle, pushing at Jeno’s chest so that he backs up a little and then flipping yourself over. You position yourself on your hands and knees, back arched to push your ass high in the air. “Want you to fuck me like this.”

Jeno grabs your ass, kneading at the flesh, pulling your cheeks apart. “So lazy, baby.” He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. “Making me do all the work.”

You pout at him, swiveling your ass in the air. Jaemin’s eyes are locked on the movement. “Oh come on, I’ll make it up to you later. I know you love it when you wake up and I’m bouncing on your big cock.”

Jeno hums in acknowledgment and Jaemin nearly combusts as the image his mind suddenly conjures up. You, so needy and turned on that you don’t even bother waking Jeno up, just desperately bouncing on his cock and making yourself come. Fuck, he would pay to see that.

Donghyuck whimpers as Jeno finally slides into you, your tiny hole stretching to take his cock. His thigh twitches against Jaemin’s and Jaemin reaches over to soothe him, rubbing his palm over his friends dick. Hyuck moans and presses his face into Jaemin’s neck.

Jaemin desperately wants to touch himself but he can’t manage to get his brain to work. He feels lost as he watches Jeno pound into you, wet sounds filling the room as he speeds up. There’s a pit forming in the bottom of his stomach as he imagines how good you feel, how wet and tight you must be. He imagines you feel amazing if Jeno’s reactions are anything to go by.

Jeno slaps your ass, letting his hand linger on the area and squeezing the flesh in his palms. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” He pants out, burying himself deep in your cunt and grinding his hips in small circles. You moan, trying to rut your hips back against him.

“My good girl.” Jeno coos, stroking his palm down the center of your back. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me come.”

He presses down harshly , shoving your chest to the mattress. You cry out as your elbows give out, Jeno suddenly pounding into you even harder than before. Jaemin’s cock throbs and his legs squeeze together, trying subtly to get some form of relief. There’s a sudden pressure against his dick and he keens, throwing his head back against the headboard.

The stars clear enough for Jaemin to look down and see that Hyuck’s stroking his dick, looking up at him through heavy eyes. “Figured I’d return the favor.” Is all Donghyuck says, and Jaemin wants to point out that he’s not really doing anything, he‘s just letting Donghyuck grind against his hand, but then Donghyuck’s slipping his hand past Jaemin’s sweatpants and his mind stops working.

Jeno’s close, if the way his rhythm starts to grow sloppy says anything. He wraps your hair around his hand and yanks, drawing a pained whine from you as you’re forced up. You turn your head to the side and Jeno doesn’t waste anytime before smashing your mouths together in a kiss that’s more tongue and teeth than anything else.

“M gonna come.” You whimper, hands scrambling along the mattress. Your eyes roll back and you ball the sheets in your hands, holding on for dear life.

“Do it.” Jeno groans, pulling away from your lips only to let his spit fall into your mouth. “Fuck, scream my name baby. Let them know who you belong to.”

He lets go of your hair and pulls your back flush against his chest, one hand grabbing onto your breast and the other reaching down to rub at your clit. Wet kisses are pressed to your neck, and the sheer amount of hickeys you’re sporting are enough to have Jaemin questioning whether or not Jeno has some sort of kink. Or, he would be questioning it if his brain was functioning properly.

Donghyuck’s cock twitches under Jaemin’s hand and he lets out an absolutely shameless moan, grinding forward into his touch. Jaemin feels a little proud when it’s his name that Donghyuck moans, though that feeling doesn’t last long because then Hyuck’s hand squeezes around his cock, the sudden pressure too much for him and he comes, white spilling over Hyuck’s knuckles and up his stomach.

You’re absolutely limp against the mattress when Jaemin comes to, Jeno’s eyes locked on your pussy as he pulls out of you. Jaemin’s eyes widen when he sees how much come is dripping out of your abused hole, his cock twitching weakly.

“Isn’t she pretty?” Jeno sighs, tracing his fingertips along your swollen folds. You whimper and squirm away from him. He looks over at the two boys, waiting for a response. Jaemin manages to nod. “Why don’t you come show her how pretty?”

Jaemin stares at him in confusion. “What?”

“Come on. Clean her up.” Jaemin’s still confused. Donghyuck doesn’t look any better. “Show her your appreciation for letting you watch. I promise she tastes really good.”

It finally clicks in Jaemin’s head and he moans at how filthy it is. You grin at his reaction, turning yourself over onto your back.

Jaemin and Donghyuck grab a leg each, Jaemin the first to lean down to get a taste. Donghyuck busies himself with sucking hickeys into your thighs while Jaemin licks up your slit, dipping his tongue into your entrance before lapping at your clit. And you must be beyond sensitive by this point because the bare minimum has you moaning out desperately, your hips tilting up to try and get even more friction.

Donghyuck nudges Jaemin, making room for himself in between your thighs. He fucks his tongue into your hole, lapping at your pussy alongside Jaemin. Their tongues brush and his cock jumps, hardening despite the fact the he just came.

You writhe against the mattress, crying out their names along with every curse under the sun, screaming about how good it feels. Jeno slips his fingers past your lips and lets you suck on them, both of your hands grabbing onto his wrist for dear life.

It doesn’t take much more for you to come, not with both Jaemin and Donghyuck lapping at your pussy, Jeno mouthing at your breasts. Jaemin thinks you might cry when you come, but that’s okay. He thinks he might cry from how hot this all is, too.

They pull away from you when you push at their heads. Donghyuck has a mixture of yours and Jeno’s release on his face, and Jaemin doesn’t know what comes over him but he’s leaning forward and licking at the other boys lips, moaning at the taste and the feel of his plump lips. His cock is definitely hard again but he’s too embarrassed to jerk off.

Both you and Jeno are watching the other two make out and Jaemin flushes when he pulls away. “This was fun.” You moan sleepily, flailing your arm until you find a pillow. “Let’s do it again soon.”

Jeno laughs as you pretty much immediately pass out. “It was fun.” He comments, brushing the hair out of your face fondly before turning his attention to the other two boys. “Now get out of my room so that I can sleep.”

Jaemin and Donghyuck scurry off, hesitating for only a second before running into Jaemin’s room. And if they decide to jerk each other off while they’re in there, well, no one needs to know.

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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 4 years ago

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Those Linked by Destiny (1)

Summary: Bucky, Sam, and Natasha are on a mission to once again defeat Hydra who this time had opened a time portal that unleashed monsters and beasts that were extinct for centuries for good reason. On the way, they try to recruit the only remaining person who had any knowledge on how to defeat these creatures. Her kind also almost extinct. A Witcher.

Fandoms: Avengers, The Witcher

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Witcher!OFC (Female)

Warnings: Angst (coz this is me), Dry Dark Humour, Violence, Gore, Lots of Blood, Burning Sarcasm, Lots of Cussing

A/N: Hello, beautiful creatures! I’m back with a new hurricane of a crossover. This continues on from my completed series There’s More Than One Way To Start An Apocalypse (AvengersxSupernatural) but this can be read by itself. I made this an OFC instead of an xReader since I needed to be specific with how the Witcher character looked. I hope you enjoy and I welcome all kinds of feedback.

No permission is granted to repost my work. Tumblr is the only place I post my writing. If you see it anywhere else please report it.

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1: Returning a Favor

The sun was preparing to set when Sam, Bucky, and Natasha reached the small sleepy town. Their clothes were starting to scratch and bite at their skin from the sweat and grime of trying to make it to their destination on foot. They had been taking back roads and keeping to thick forests to keep hidden from Hydra and the monsters they had unleashed. It hasn't always gone smoothly for them.

The Avengers and Team Free Will had split up to tackle three major missions; hunting down every remaining grace powered monster created by the Archangel Michael, re-establishing the Avengers initiative and operations, and this new unfamiliar threat. They had discovered that Hydra was back and had opened a portal that unleashed creatures that were wholly unknown to even the Hunters.

The trio was tasked with gathering as much intel as they could and searching for a friend of Natasha and the Nephilim who they said was the only person who could help them. It had taken them eight months to track down someone who was practically a ghost.

They were all on edge and nearly losing hope, but finally they got a lead on an exact location. It took nearly two weeks to reach the town after a particularly nasty encounter with a cluster of monsters. They were outnumbered and had no knowledge about the enemy to even properly fight. They barely made it out alive.

Sam sat on the forest floor with his back to the trunk of a tree clutching his open abdomen. He was bleeding on the grass and the first aid they had been continuously applying on him was the only thing keeping him alive at this point. They needed to get him patched up properly. Bucky switched his legs to lean more on his left as he crouched behind thick shrubbery beside Natasha. Judging by the sharp pain from his other leg, he was sure it was broken. The female assassin wasn't any better off having taken multiple large slashing wounds to her back.

Bucky suggested that they go back to Avengers headquarters. It was Natasha though that insisted this is where they needed to go. They needed to lie low, heal, regroup, and find backup, but they were running out of time. The more time Hydra was left alone, the worse it was going to get. Bucky was skeptical, especially with Sam clinging on to his life, but he knew that Natasha was in fact right.

In front of them was a medium sized log cabin tucked away in the forest with a garden and a small greenhouse out back. Bucky's enhanced senses could pick up common vegetables and herbs like tomatoes, carrots, and basil, but he also caught whiffs of plants that smelled like exotic flowers of some sort. The house was still fairly close to town with only a 45-minute drive but it was miles away to the next house.

The serene silence of the isolated area was disrupted by peels of laughter from a group of children that were running around the garden. Their hands and clothes were stained with either paint or dirt. Some more gleeful that they had both. Bucky frowned.

Were they supposed to seek shelter in a daycare?

The children would surely be scarred for life if they saw the Falcon bleeding out nevermind who his two companions were. His worry for his friend’s wellbeing clouded the Sergeant’s capability to grasp why this was where they needed to be.

The slow crunch of tires on the dirt road followed by two soft beeps disrupted Bucky's tired brooding. A mini bus parked beside a weathered brown truck in the driveway. A woman came out the back door clutching a child, that was practically a baby with how small it was, securely to her chest. Bucky couldn't see her face, only her slender figure and the wavy hair that fell down her back in a mess of random pastel colors that seemed to be popular with the youth these days. Her short yellow sun dress flowed with each movement she made.

Bucky's doubts at Natasha's plan grew. How could this hipster possibly help them? The low groan of pain from behind reminded him that they had no choice at this point. They were here now and Sam needed urgent medical attention. He would just have to trust Natasha a bit more.

He watched as she instructed the children to put away their art materials and wash up. He watched as she hugged or petted each beaming child as they boarded the mini bus. He watched as she carefully strapped in the baby in his designated seat while exchanging conversation with the middle aged driver who smiled warmly at her. He still couldn't see her face, but he could hear her laugh at something the driver said. After a final wave the bus full of energetic children started to pull out of the driveway.

Bucky's doubts continued to gnaw at him, but now for a different reason. This woman seemed so kind and carefree. Must they really disturb her peaceful life for their chaos? He turned then to voice his worries to Natasha, but before he could get a word out he felt an unbelievably strong force hit his chest and propel him backwards. He was forcefully pinned to a tree with the air knocked clear out of his lungs.

His first instinct was to fight back, but opening his eyes after the attack he froze when he met with the most peculiar yet mesmerizing pair. Round almond shaped and framed with thick heavy lashes were eyes the color of bright molten gold with irises in dark slits like that of a cat's. He would swear they were contacts if he didn't notice how they stretched and dilated as they retained their murderous gaze on him. Her hair fell like a cloud around her face softening her sharp bone structure and the snarl on her gloss covered lips.

So enthralled was Bucky at her unique features, that it took him an embarrassingly long time to register the double bladed axe she held easily with one hand outstretched flush against the skin of his throat. One small flick of her wrist and Bucky would be bleeding to his death in minutes.

"Why have you brought him here, Natasha?" she said, her voice even and low. Bucky noticed a European accent but he couldn't quite place which particular area.

"You know me?" Bucky met her unfaltering glare with his own.

"Everyone knows you, Winter Soldier," she sneered. "Everyone knows all of you."

Bucky scowled at the name. He didn't appreciate the tone she had when she said it. There was an obvious disdain and anger in her tone that he wasn't sure was warranted.

"Easy, Prima. We need your help," Natasha tried to coax her but she did not advance in case she gets provoked.

"And if I refuse?"

"Well then I'm cashing in that favor."

There was a long tense silence before his throat was reluctantly freed. He rubbed the shallow angry line it had left. The woman with cat-like eyes sighed as she swung the large weapon to hook over one shoulder like it weighed nothing. She rolled her eyes before she turned and gestured for you all to follow.

Bucky noted how Natasha's shoulders sagged in relief. She was worried that her contact might decline. They each took one of Sam's sides and practically hauled his barely conscious form to the cabin. They followed the woman into her home, the receding skyline bouncing light and shadow on her figure. It wasn't even ten minutes ago that Bucky was hesitant to disrupt this woman's very normal life, but normal people don't just carry battle axes let alone have the skill to wield it.

"Natasha," he whispered. "What exactly is she?"

Natasha had told them a little about Witchers in between dashing from town to town, but it amused Prima that Bucky was still thoroughly surprised when they actually met her. Clearly she didn't go into the specifics.

He could hear the smirk in her tone despite still having her back to them. She had heard his hushed question despite walking far ahead of them and decided to answer.

"Perhaps we can discuss my nature when your friend is no longer seeping Water Hag poison from his wounds."

"So that's what that thing was. How do you know it's Water Hag poison?" Natasha grunted under Sam's weight.

"I can smell it and that's the only reason I'm granting you this favor."

Prima rushed inside her home ahead of her guests, going quickly to the kitchen to pull out a large tarpaulin from under the sink. She was definitely going to help them but that didn't mean she was going to damn well leave an Avenger to bleed all over her precious furniture.

She opened the chest that doubled as a coffee table and pulled out thick worn blankets. She was already laying these out on the floor by the fireplace by the time the rest of them came through the front door.

Bucky surveyed the room as he entered. It was a force of habit to commit every detail to memory when entering a new environment. Normally it could mean life or death, but in this instance it was pure curiosity with a healthy mix of suspicion.

From the outside, the cabin had looked a decent size but from the inside it looked much bigger. He thought that perhaps it was too much space for someone he presumed was living alone.

The house was a mixture of modern and rustic decorated in wood, metal, and splashes of vibrant color here and there. A gray short hair cat perked up in attention from its bedding as they entered. The main floor was open with no walls dividing areas and a set of stairs led to a spacious loft that again had no partitions. Large windows lined the walls providing an almost 360 degree view to the outside. It was almost like being in a glass box, but he knew for a fact that those windows were heavily tinted outside providing the utmost privacy. The state of the home told Bucky a lot about its owner.

"Lay him down here," Prima said pointing to the makeshift cot. "It's best he is by the fire. We need to keep him warm."

Natasha and Bucky gently laid down their friend as instructed. Sam groaned as the material pressed on his injuries and Natasha made quick work of cutting him out of his ruined tactical gear with her knife. His body relaxed the slightest bit after being freed but this also meant that his wounds opened again to spill more of his blood on the tarpaulin.

"It's worse than I thought," Prima murmured. "Take this and apply pressure to the worst of it. I must prepare a few things."

Natasha nodded as she took the towels from her. She rushed through the back door and from its opening, Bucky could see that she went straight into her greenhouse. She was back within minutes carrying a small woven tray filled with plants he couldn't even begin to identify. The cat followed closely on her heels, the small bell on its neck ringing softly.

She headed straight for the other end of the room to what he initially thought was a library and craft area. Looking at it closely now he could see not only books but a wide array of jars, bottles, and small boxes. She grabbed two containers from the shelves and dropped its contents into a wooden bowl. She began mashing and mixing them together quickly before pouring the strange yellowish liquid into glass vials. She grabbed a few more bottles from the shelves before making her way to kneel by Sam's head.

"Help me sit him up. He needs to drink this."

"I'm not sure about this, Nat," came Bucky's worried tone as he eyed their host with narrowed eyes.

"Bucky!" Nat warned. They didn't have time for this.

"What the hell is even in that?"

"Sergeant Barnes, would you like me to educate you on the finer points of alchemy before or after we save your dying friend?" Prima argued, her jaw clenching. "Clock is ticking, Sergeant. The choice may well be taken from you soon."

Bucky's teeth gritted together as his whole body tensed with the decision. His brow was in knots, but ultimately he knew there was only one decision to make. He cursed under his breath but moved to heave Sam into a sitting position.

Prima uncorked one of the bottles and tipped it over Sam's lips carefully making sure that he took every drop. His face scrunched at the taste but his eyes remained closed, too exhausted to open them. His breathing started to speed up until they were shallow huffs and his temperature steadily rose.

"What the hell's happening to him?" Bucky fumed but Prima held out her hand to halt him as she carefully watched Sam's reactions with her strange cat eyes that were now narrowed into slits.

The air in the room was thick with tension and the only sounds were that of Sam's heavy breathing that was rapidly growing more laborious. When it seemed like he was at the height of his torment, Prima acted fast and shoved a second vial of clear liquid to his lips. He almost choked on the liquid but by some grace of the gods he managed to swallow it all.

After the last drop had gone down his throat, his eyes shot wide open before fluttering close as he dropped unconscious against the pillows. Bucky panicked when he couldn't hear his heartbeat and was about to lash out at Prima again when suddenly a faint thump that was fighting to get steadier met his ears in a manner that was uniquely stubborn like Sam.

Prima took a hand to feel his sweaty face and was relieved to find that his temperature was dropping closer to normal. They were past the worst of it now and she was grateful he took well to the potions. It was a gamble. Humans were not meant to take in Witcher brews. She could have just as easily killed him.

"He should be fine by morning. We must allow the potions do the work for now. I'll keep watch in case he needs another dose."

She grabbed one of the other bottles in her stash and tossed one to Natasha who easily caught it. The assassin raised a quizzical brow at her.

"Take only a small sip, Natasha. Pour the rest of it in the bath upstairs and take a long soak. It should help close up your wounds. You are welcome to rummage through my drawers for clean clothes."

"What happens if she takes more?" Bucky asked.

"Well all her injuries and even scars from her childhood will cease to exist. Every broken bone and illness will be cured," she shrugged as she relaxed against a wall stretching out her legs in front of her. She closed her eyes to allow the tension of the last hour to ease off her body as she absentmindedly stroked the cat that had now curled up contentedly beside her.

"That doesn't sound so bad," Natasha mused before carefully taking only the small sip she recommended.

"And then you die," the Witcher chuckled allowing a sharper than usual canine to peak out from her smile.

Bucky was not amused despite Natasha chuckling at the comment before making her way up the stairs. He was understandably wary of anything chemical to be put inside his body after what Hydra had done to him. Their host seemed to somehow sense this so made no move to offer him any concoction for his injuries.

"Bathroom's through the door behind you should you fancy a shower, Sergeant. There should be clothes in the cupboards too but they might be a tad tight. I'll go into town in the morning to purchase more appropriate wear for you and your friend. First aid kit is under the sink."

Bucky gave a small nod as he silently walked to the door she gestured to. As he meticulously washed the dirt and fatigue from his body, he found his thoughts straying to their unusual host. He had realized that her accent was classic old European, with the kind of vocabulary that prim and proper upper-class citizens used. What did not make sense though was how a European socialite would have the practiced ease of wielding a battle axe. Her cat eyes alone tipped him off that she was not merely human. The more he thought about it, the more everything he knew so far contradicted with each other. He was no closer to figuring her out when he stepped out of the bathroom adjusting the shirt and jeans that clung to him.

He saw the Witcher sound asleep on the floor, her head lolled to the side and her mouth softly parted. There were a million questions he wanted to ask her, but he couldn't bring himself to disrupt her peaceful sleep. He instead made his way to crash on the sofa. Sleep came to him as soon as his head met the arm rest. He drifted off with the Witcher's eerie eyes the last on his mind and a nagging feeling that there was something about her that was strangely familiar to him.

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Stitching The Wounds, Chapter 17

TITLE: Stitching The Wounds CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 17 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki and Kilgrave are Alphas and feel a spark with the same omega. RATING: M

Leona felt a little weird over the next few days. She noticed she wanted to be around Loki and Kilgrave constantly, wanting their touch in any way possible and as often as possible.

Loki and Kilgrave booked the following two weeks off from work. Alphas were allowed omega heat leave, as if left alone to deal with their heat it could become quite painful for omegas.

‘I’m scared.’ Leona whispered as she lay on Loki’s lap, her feet on Kilgrave’s. They were both stroking her gently, keeping her happy and sedate. She had felt a bit panicky and hot today, the first signs of her heat starting.

‘No need to be scared, sweetheart.’ Loki soothed and ran his fingers through her hair, massaging against her scalp. ‘We are going to be here, helping you through every single second of it.’

‘Between the two of us we will be able to keep you satisfied, don’t worry, darling.’ Kilgrave said as he squeezed her ankle gently.

She nodded, knowing they would look after her. She was in safe hands.

That night, she woke up in the middle of the night. She had broken out into a bad sweat, it felt like there was a painful heat deep inside her. An itch that needed scratched.

She whimpered in pain and need, causing Loki and Kilgrave to wake up instantly. Their cocks hardening straight away at the smell she was giving off, her heat had started.

As soon as they touched her, she whined and squirmed as it helped to ease her pain a little.

‘Please… I need you Alphas.’ She whimpered.

Kilgrave sat up and pulled her onto his lap. He slid his hand down the front of her body and she moaned, pushing herself into his touch more. But the skin on skin contact against her back was helping a bit. It helped even more when he buried two fingers into her cunt.

He gasped in surprise at how slick she was, it was dripping out of her already and this was only the start of her heat. He looked over at Loki, who rushed off downstairs to get some bottles of water, knowing they would all need it. Even if he was painfully hard and wanted nothing more than to fuck his omega straight away. He had to think of her health, too.

When Loki returned to the bedroom, he wasn’t surprised to find Leona on her back with her legs spread wide in the air, Kilgrave between her, thrusting deeply into her. Starting to sate her desperate need.

Kilgrave was panting like mad, her body was clamping down so hard on him, desperate to keep his cock inside her. Her natural instincts were screaming at her to breed now she was in heat. Even though she couldn’t.

He rutted into her, making her cry out in pleasure as she constantly came around him. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his back, nails digging into his skin leaving clear marks. She felt like she would die if she let him go. Her heat was that intense.

It didn’t take long for Kilgrave to knot and cum deep inside her, she finally felt some proper relief. Like he was dousing out the fire within her. He felt her relax a bit, even if she continued cumming at the same time. But her body wasn’t as tense as it had been.

Kilgrave kissed her sloppily, then pressed his sweaty forehead against her own for a moment, while he got his breath back under control. He continued throbbing inside her until he had nothing more to give right now.

He rolled them onto their sides, his hands slid up and down her back soothingly until his knot went down enough to allow him to slip out. The mess that came out from her was insane already. Loki knew the washing machine and tumble dryer was going to get one hell of a workout this week too.

As soon as Kilgrave was out of her, the heat within her started building again almost instantly.

She started whimpering, so Loki took over straight away. He tried to take her slowly, lying on their sides, thrusting lazily into her to try and make it last longer for her. But with how slick and tight she was, her wonderful scent filling his nostrils, he was unable to stop himself from rolling over the top of her and rutting into her rough and quick.

Leona bit his shoulder hard as she came over and over, Loki’s cock was hitting the perfect places. Scratching that itch that was manifesting deep inside her.

When Loki came, he shouted out loudly and pushed hard into her, like he was trying to climb inside her. His knot fit snugly inside her, throbbing fiercely as his body tried to breed her, filling her with his sperm.

‘Jesus.’ He panted as sweat dripped from his forehead, he’d never felt anything so intense before.

It went on similarly for the rest of the night. The two Alphas took turn fucking her, their own pheromones were raging and they couldn’t get enough of her either. Her scent was driving them crazy, which was a good thing as they didn’t think they’d have the energy to keep going otherwise.

They drank plenty of water and made sure she did too, even if she was reluctant to do anything else but fuck.

Eventually, in the morning, she passed out because she was simply so exhausted.

Loki managed to cradle her on top of his body while Kilgrave pulled the bed sheets off to put on clean dry ones. He nipped downstairs to put them in the wash so they’d constantly have a fresh supply.

When the bed was sorted, Loki gently placed Leona between the two of them so they could get their arms around her. Sticking close in hope it would help to keep her calm so she could get a good rest. Hell, they needed one too.

Loki was woken to Leona straddling over him, sliding down onto his cock. He moaned and gripped her hips, digging his fingers in tightly as she started bouncing up and down on him, desperately chasing relief.

Kilgrave woke up too and he knelt at the side of them, he slid a hand into her hair and turned her face towards him so he could kiss her deeply while she grinded down on Loki, moaning into Kilgrave’s mouth.

‘Ohhh, doll. You’re going to be the death of us.’ Loki growled, moving his hands up to her breasts while he thrust up into her, meeting her movements.

As Loki’s knot easily slid into her cunt, she stopped moving up and down and just moved her hips in circles instead. Loki rubbed across her nipples with his thumbs while Kilgrave continued kissing her and stroking her back. She felt in heaven from all the attention.

When Kilgrave stopped assaulting her mouth, Leona lay down on top of Loki, whimpering softly while her Alphas kept stroking her body, knowing how difficult it was for her and that she needed as much contact as possible from them.

Loki wasn’t sure why he did it, but he slid his hand down her back and over the swell of her bum. His long arms allowed him to reach down her easily. He slid further down to cover his fingers in their mess that was dribbling out from where they joined, then he pressed a finger to her asshole, making her whine and squirm a little.

He smirked and teased around her little puckered hole for a moment, then carefully eased a finger into her. She gasped and her cunt clenched hard around his cock, making him twitch within her.

Kilgrave watched from the side intently while he stroked himself. He looked at Loki and they both had the same idea after seeing her react rather calmly and well to being prodded there…

When Loki was able to detach from Leona, Kilgrave took hold of her and he got her into the same position as she had with Loki. Leona didn’t think much about it, or care, all she did care about was getting Kilgrave’s cock inside her aching cunt. Feeling slight relief as soon as she slid down his length.

Loki momentarily left the bed to get some lube from the bathroom. Even though she was producing plenty of slick herself, he wanted to do it properly since it was going to be her first time anally anyway.

He returned and pushed against Leona’s back, folding her down on top of Kilgrave. Kilgrave wrapped his arms around her tightly to hold her down on him while Loki got into position behind her, it wasn’t the easiest as he had Kilgrave’s legs to manoeuvre over too.

But he was able to get the right position after lubing himself up generously. He slid a single finger into her again, making her coo in delight at the feeling of being full in both holes. Loki grinned at her reaction and wiggled his finger about before adding another, there was slight resistance but then it slid in well.

Kilgrave kept her attention on him, distracting her by grinding up deep into her while Loki lined himself up with her asshole and slowly started to push in.

Leona cried out in desire, she found her body was actually wanting it. She wanted both of her Alphas inside her at the same time. But it was a weird sensation when Loki pushed into her slowly, she felt fuller than she ever had in her life.

She whimpered and let her head fall onto Kilgrave’s shoulder. He slid a hand into her hair and stroked her gently while he stilled inside her, letting her adjust better to Loki’s intrusion.

‘Easy, pet. Let Loki in.’ Kilgrave hummed softly. ‘That’s our good girl.’

Kilgrave felt her cum around him when Loki pushed home into her. The three of them all took a moment to catch their breath, Leona was still whimpering and moaning as she tried moving her body a bit. But it wasn’t easy now she was sandwiched between both Alphas and impaled on their cocks.

Her Alphas started moving together, making her cry out in pure pleasure. Her heat being fulfilled even better now, their warm bodies and scent completely surrounding her, it was like she was in paradise.

Loki’s hand slid into her hair and he tugged her head back as he lunged into her from behind, kissing her shoulder gently and growling.

When Kilgrave’s knot started swelling inside her, Loki felt it too as she became a lot tighter. Then her body went into overdrive as she started cumming continuously.

Kilgrave bit down hard over the mark he’d first given her on her left side of her neck as he came, re-marking her and Loki did too at the same time on her right side. Her mind completely shut down as she trembled between them.

Taking a knot up the ass wasn’t a good idea, so Loki made sure to resist from even attempting it. His knot swelled on the outside of her, but he still emptied into her. Enjoying the feeling of her squeezing around him.

Leona couldn’t even speak. She just whined and lay limp on top of Kilgrave, Loki still behind her. She didn’t ever want them to move or leave her. She was happy and sated in that position.

And the two Alphas knew it. So they just remained in place, not moving at all apart from to pepper kisses all over where they could easily access without disturbing her.

She wasn’t sure why she started crying softly against Kilgrave’s neck. They both spoke soothingly to her, gently calming her.

‘Don’t worry, darling. You’re ours and we are going to look after you. I promise.’ Loki whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of her spine.

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whumpingcrow · 4 years ago

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Pt.9 "Safe and Sound"

CW: injury description, nightmares/ptsd, death mention, strangling mention, gun mention, abduction, tics/tourettes, cigarettes/drugs, past noncon/dubcon mention, past humiliation (let me know if i missed anything!)

Tyson was watching Elias closely as he slept, wrapped up in blankets with his head tilted back. The TV was illuminating his face, and every now and then Tyson could see the dark bruises scattering his face and throat. The ones on his throat were the hardest to look at, the doctors had told him that he had been strangled, that he had died and they had to resuscitate him, and he couldn't help but think about how scared Elias must've been, how painful it was, how long it took for Elias to lose consciousness, how August must've kept going after in order for him to die. It all must've been horrifying, and that's why he was watching Elias sleep instead of joining him, so he could be there if he woke up from a nightmare.

He sighed as his phone went off, knowing it was Leo before he even looked. Leo had been extremely comforting to Tyson the last month and a half, offering him support and reassurance when he couldn't find it anywhere else. They were the only ones who understood this feeling, the feeling of hopelessness when the person they cared about was being tortured. Tyson was lucky that Leo was so understanding and level headed, he would've lost his mind if he didn't have him there as a rock.

Did you get home ok? The text said. Elias shifted a little, and Tyson looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to scream or cry or anything, but he just pulled the blanket closer with an almost unnoticeable whine and continued sleeping.

Yeah. Thank you.

Tyson turned the TV off, too distracted by the quiet background noise. He had to make sure Elias was still breathing, and he had to be able to hear if someone was trying to get in. He wouldn't be caught off guard like last time.

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"What the fuck, get off of me!" Elias screamed. Tyson rolled over, half expecting him to be having a tic attack, only to be staring down the barrel of a gun. Elias was struggling in someone's arms behind him, desperately trying to get away from the gun held to his head.

"We saw you two leaving with Allen today," the person spoke, their voice sure and threatening, "August wasn't very pleased to find out you were hiding his little pet."

"Tyson help me!"

"Where is he?" Now his voice was aggressive, and Tyson shook his head quickly.

"He's not here!" He insisted. "He left this morning! Please don't hurt him!"

The person sighed heavily, irritated by the pleading. "If you insist. Come on, let's go." He instructed the other man that was with him. They began to walk out, Elias still fighting against them as he was dragged along.

"Stop! What are you doing, you can't take him!!" He threw himself out of the bed, but before he could lunge forward to help Elias, he was knocked back with the butt of the gun against his jaw.

"Gotta have some collateral. August is very short tempered, when he finds out we didn't get Allen back he's gonna need a punching bag. You understand."

Elias screamed for help as he was taken outside, begging for Tyson not to let them take him, for them not to hurt him. He ran after them outside, but he was too slow, he was too goddamn slow and his legs could only take him so far down the street after the huge truck speeding away from him.

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Tyson jumped as his phone went off again, then glanced at Elias to make sure he was still asleep. He was, somehow still peacefully, and Tyson sighed in relief.

How is he? Do you need anything?

Tyson smiled, Leo was always so considerate, so caring. He's doing ok, he's asleep right now. Could you come bring us groceries in the morning? Haven't had a chance to get any.

A few seconds after he sent the text, Tyson felt Elias bolting out of his sleep next to him. When he looked at him, he was clutching the blanket and his eyes were darting around the dark room in a panic.

"Hey, you ok?" Tyson murmured, reaching out to rub his shoulder. Elias flinched away, then when he saw that it was Tyson from the headlights of a passing car, his whole demeanor dropped and he let out a shaky breath.

"I thought... I had a dream that..." He trailed off and Tyson tried to touch him again, this time Elias only flinched a little and then relaxed into the touch.

So this was what a nightmare was for Elias. Tyson was relieved he wasn't screaming and panicking, but it was still hard to see his face so horrified when he wasn't in danger anymore. "You're ok, baby. It was just a dream."

Elias stared off into the dark, eyes wide and face pale. "No, it wasn't."

Tyson felt his heart lurch at the words, and he couldn't think of anything to say. Thinking of the fact that Elias was probably reliving torture when he was asleep made him sick to his stomach, made him hate August even more, made him feel more guilty that he hadn't been able to save him. He pulled Elias against his chest, holding him close and stroking his thumb against his cheek. He only allowed himself to be held for a moment before sitting up straight and rubbing his eyes with the blanket. Tyson heard his breathing catch in his throat as he rubbed against the forgotten bruises under his eyes.

"Do you have any cigarettes?" He murmured.

The words sounded so foreign in Elias's mouth, he had always been dismissive of anything of that nature, no desire to smoke or drink or get high, and now he was asking for a cigarette? "You don't smoke, Eli."

He shrugged the words off carelessly, still not looking at Tyson. "I didn't. But I've done a lot of things I wouldn't do, lately. So do you or not?"

"I'm not gonna let you smoke, love." Tyson frowned when Elias stood up, dropping the blanket down to the couch. It was obvious he was having trouble balancing as he pulled on a pair of shoes by the door, and once he had them on he switched the light on. Tyson chewed nervously on his lip as Elias began searching through the living room until he found his wallet.

"Where are you going?" He groaned, standing up as well.

"To get cigarettes. Would you like to join me?" His hand was already on the handle, and Tyson made the mistake of grabbing his shoulder to stop him, making Elias flinch and shrink away from him, like he was trying to make himself as small as possible to avoid being hit. As he waited for the pain to come, he kept his eyes squeezed shut, then he turned and looked up at Tyson with wide eyes and trembling lip when he wasn't hit. He looked horrified, Tyson could cry about how scared he looked, and his hand was frozen on the door.

"I'm...sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," Tyson whispered, guilt dragging his posture down a fraction. "I'm really sorry."

Elias turned away from him again, pressing his forehead against the door frame. He was rigid as he tried calm himself down. Tyson could see his shoulders trembling as he took in a few strained, shuddering breaths. "Do you want to come or not?" He breathed, straightening himself upright as he spoke.

"Yeah. Yeah lets go."

The dim lights in the gas station were flickering as Elias and Tyson waited in line. Elias was standing close to him, his whole demeanor dejected and grief ridden. He scuffed his shoe against the linoleum floor, trying to focus his energy on that instead of ticcing. He was always doing something like that, Tyson had noticed, tapping his fingers or bouncing on the balls of his feet or kicking the ground.

Tyson shuffled closer, reaching out and brushing his hand against Elias's, making him freeze up. He allowed Tyson to wrap his pinkie around his own, felt his eyes on him. There was a bit of hesitance before Elias glanced up at him, and he was met with a soft, reassuring smile. It was such a small gesture, but it made him melt right there. He couldn't help but smile back, swinging their arms back and forth in a playful way.

When they got back to the car, Elias lit up his cigarette immediately, leaning towards the open window as he took long drags. The smoke tasted like August, and it made his insides burn to think about. It made him sick to his stomach, he never wanted to be reminded of August's tongue finding a home in his mouth, his fingers intruding behind his teeth as if Elias hadn't accidentally bit down once or twice. In fact, thinking about any part of August in his mouth made him taste bile, made him want to use acid as mouth wash to try and forget the taste. And yet, here he was with the familiar cigarette held against his lips, forcing himself to inhale and taste the memories all over again, because he was running low on ways to calm himself down, and he couldn't deny the feeling of disgusting tranquility after smoking.

When they got back to the apartment, Elias was even more withdrawn than before they left. Tyson tried to bite back a disappointed sigh when Elias ducked away from his hand that reached for his shoulder a little too quickly. He couldn't even look up at him now, his eyes scanning the floor passively instead. After a long silence, Elias cleared his throat to speak.

"I uh..." He began, voice hushed and raspy, "I need to shower. Can I?"

Tyson blinked at him, surprised that he was asking permission. Before August he would often come home to find that Elias had let himself in with the spare key and was asleep in his bed, or wake up to him cooking in the kitchen like it was his own, singing at the top of his lungs in the shower while Tyson got ready to take him out in the next room. After the first few times he was over, he'd made himself right at home in the small apartment, and Tyson was overjoyed that he felt comfortable with him.

It nearly knocked the breath out of his lungs when he realized that because of August, this place no longer seemed like home to Elias.

"Of course you can, Eli," Tyson finally responded, "you know you can."

There was no argument, no snide comment, not even a pathetic "thank you" that Tyson was half expecting. Elias merely dropped his head down and left the room, shutting the bathroom door so quietly Tyson wasn't even sure he'd actually gone in.

Elias was too afraid to take his clothes off, so instead he found himself staring his reflection down in the mirror. His neck was bruised and reddened from where August had strangled him one too many times, his face pale, hollow, and splotched with bruises, overall he looked dangerously close to collapsing any second. He couldn't really remembered what he looked like shirtless, he had been too high and too preoccupied to pay attention to something so pointless while he was there. If he were able to, he would live in this hoodie, hide his disgusting, used up body from himself and everyone around him. If it were up to him, he would never let the repulsive scars and burns and bruises see the light of day. But it wasn't up to him, he hadn't had a choice over what to do with this body since August. Besides, the shower was running and steaming the room up and his sweatshirt was getting hot, he had no other choice.

"Jesus christ," he whimpered, gaping at the mirror in shock. How had he not died before August choked him? Both sides of his ribs were dark with bruises from being kicked, his torso and chest where mutilated with long, purposeful cuts, he had a huge scar on his shoulder from being shot, and the number of injuries he found grew and grew the longer he looked. There was not a single part of his body that August hadn't ruined, he realized. His breathing was suddenly quick with the overwhelming disgust and panic at how utterly destroyed he was. The room was hot and suffocating in the same way August always was, and his body was a disaster, and he wasn't remotely salvageable, and he couldn't catch his breath. Quickly, he reached forward and flicked the light off, plunging him into darkness so he couldn't see himself.

He showered in the pitch black so he wouldn't have to see, but it didn't help much. It was too late, he'd seen how ruined he was and no amount of darkness would ever make it go away.

He came out of the bathroom with his hoodie back on, his hair dripping onto his face, his eyes bloodshot from crying. He froze in the hall when he heard voices carrying through the living room. One was Tyson's, but the other voice was new, one he didn't recognize. He leaned against the wall heavily, uneasy about seeing anyone else, or anyone else seeing him, for that matter. After what he just saw in the mirror, he didn't want to ever be seen again by anyone.

"Thank you, really. I really appreciate everything you've done for me," Tyson was saying, accompanied by the sound of rustling bags.

"Oh yeah, don't mention it." The other voice said. Elias still didn't recognize it, and he closed his eyes to try and remember harder. "Also, Allen said if he ever feels like he needs someone to talk to he can come to him. It might do them both good, to have someone that understands."

Elias tried not to feel bitter, reminding himself that Allen wasn't the bad guy August made him out to be. At least he really wanted to believe that he wasn't, because if August was telling the truth about Allen it meant that he was also telling the truth about Tyson and Elias really didn't think he would be able to handle it if Tyson and Allen-

"I'd have to talk to him about it." There was a lull in the conversation, and Elias took that time to shuffle into the kitchen, leaning against the counter where Tyson was standing. He glanced up at the stranger for long enough to study his features, then dropped his head back down. He didn't recognize his face, either, but he was surprised to see a warm, friendly smile directed at him.

"Oh, I forgot!" Tyson said, not noticing how his voice raising in excited recollection made Elias flinch horribly next to him. "Elias this is Leo, this is Allen's husband."

Elias looked up at him again, this time nodding at him and forcing a small grin. He hoped it looked convincing. "Hi, Leo."

"Hi," Leo responded. He kept his distance, keeping his hands in his pockets to show he was relaxed, he wasn't ready to harm at a moment's notice. "Nice to finally meet you."

Elias blinked at him, then grew anxious under his lingering stare. He was looking at the bruises on his neck. Or the barely healed black eye. Or his mangled hand. He wanted to pull his hoodie over his injuries, but he knew that wasn't allowed. He was made for other people's consumption. August taught him that.

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He couldn't remember what warranted it, the entire day was too blocked out and jumbled from the drugs, but he remembered it was a day when August's friends were over again. He remembered because most of them were laughing and teasing him when Elias was tied up to one of the kitchen chairs, stripped of all his clothes. He also remembered being surrounded by flashing cameras and vulgar words and later August told him: "don't start thinking you're your own person, Elias. You exist to be used." Maybe he had said something dumb, he had a tendency to do that. Or maybe August just felt like humiliating him, putting him in his place. And it really did work because after that he couldn't look any of them in the eye. Even the man that had been much too kind to him since the day he'd killed one of them, who always tried to have normal, pleasant conversations with him and make him somewhat comfortable. For a brief moment, he had been a tiny sliver of normalcy in Elias's nightmare, and that had been ripped away almost as soon as it started.

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He wasn't his own person, he was for consumption, he was entertainment. So he stayed incredibly still so that Leo could do just what he was meant to do: be entertained and consume him.

"Eli, would you hand me that bag, please?" Tyson said from the fridge. He was pointing at a grocery bag, one that held two cartons of eggs. Elias obeyed immediately, happy to have a reason to move. He was extra careful to not drop them, he wouldn't make that mistake a second time. "Thank you, love."

Elias excused himself, stalking off to the living room to sit by himself. He felt rather exhausted suddenly, but he was too afraid to sleep. Dreaming about any of what happened again was much too painful, and he didn't want to make himself vulnerable with Leo here, still unsure of his intentions. He heard Tyson talking to him in the kitchen, but he couldn't focus on what they were saying. He wondered when his head would stop being so foggy.

When Leo finally left, Tyson joined Elias in the living room, sitting close to him on the couch. "How are you feeling?" He asked him carefully.

Elias shrugged, moving to lay down. It was a stupid question, Elias couldn't remember the last time he was able to tell exactly what he was feeling, he was so confused all the time lately. He dropped his head to Tyson's lap, cuddling close to him. He relaxed as he felt his hands in his hair and closed his eyes. Tyson's hands felt so different' than August's, his touch was so merciful and painless. There was no threat behind it, he was simply playing with his hair because he wanted to, because it was how he felt like showing his affection right then. Elias could cry at how much he adored it, how much he felt undeserving of it. He felt himself drifting off to sleep, comforted by Tyson's gentle touches in his hair, on his shoulders. He felt safe, for the moment, and as long as Tyson was holding him, he was able to sleep.

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evanthenerd83 · 3 years ago

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“Holly And The Demon Visit The Mall”

“Do you feel me,” asked Holly.

The demon nodded, then looked away sheepishly. “I… I guess.”

She smiled. Teeth nearly blinded It. Nearly, because the demon was used to far too much light.

Hell had several suns.

It was always summer, too.

Holly jumped off the hood of the cop car. “Good.”

She still wore her school uniform. The skirt danced about, revealing pale legs and torn stockings.

And thighs. Just the bottoms. But just the bottoms were enough.

A sudden chill sent the demon glancing every which way—at a discarded soda can, a stained napkin, a used condom. It knew that Its cheeks were blue.

Thankfully, Holly didn’t seem to notice. She never noticed.

She skipped around the cop car. Towards the back. Her hand tapped, tapped, tapped on the trunk.

She had nimble fingers. Small hands and nimble fingers.

Fingers that traced the handprint, which was beginning to dry. It was no longer bright red. It looked more brown, brownish black.

The demon felt like gagging.

“You’re… you’re—“

“Absolutely adorable?”

Holly opened the trunk. Her face disappeared.

The demon nearly gagged.

“No. Yes. Kind of?”

A sharp giggle, girly, cut through the night. It was sweet. It was also poisonous.

The demon felt needle-hairs rising to attention. It wrapped Its arms around Itself, and one of Its horns shrunk. The other wobbled a bit.

“Aw, thank you.”

The demon watched the trunk.

It could hear her rummaging around, shoving things. The cop car started to bounce.

The demon held Its breath.

It glanced at the mall.

Lights were still on inside. The parking lot was just barely empty. A few cars sat in sporadic spots.

People were still there.

People.

Men. Women. Children.

An image flashed through the demon’s mind, vivid and sensory. An image so horrible— and so horribly detailed—that it gagged.

It stumbled.

It leaned against the cop car with one clawed hand.

The night spun.

At that moment, Holly slammed the trunk. The sound carried. Nobody seemed to notice.

She was carrying something. The demon could tell. It was obvious from how she was walking. She was also grunting.

The demon screwed Its eyes shut.

‘Please be a hammer. Please be a hammer. Please be a hammer.’

It wasn’t exactly praying. Not entirely.

If a demon prayed, it only prayed to one being. And that being definitely wasn’t a God.

Not an all-loving God, anyway.

Not even a God.

It was a being that barely answered its worshippers’ prayers.

And if it did, it did so with ulterior motives. It only wanted to entertain itself.

The demon was mostly begging. It was begging to the other being, the one opposite—an all-loving God.

Its sworn enemy.

Holly came around the side of the cop car. Her footsteps echoed, a tap-dance routine. They abruptly stopped.

The demon saw her black shoes in the corner of Its eyes.

They shined.

“Whatcha doing?”

‘PleasebeahammerPleasebeahammerPleasebeahammerPleasebea— Oh. Crap.’

The demon gasped. It had glanced up at Holly, slowly, hesitantly. It had just seen what she was carrying.

The thing she had resting against her shoulder.

“No.”

Holly blew a bubble.

Her gum popped.

She resumed chewing it.

“Yes.”

Holly spun around, then started walking towards the mall.

The hammer was big, very big. Practically a sledgehammer. It bounced with each step.

It must have weighed a ton. A hundred tons. Holly didn’t seem to notice, however. She moved just as fast as ever.

The demon stumbled to Its hooves.

It chased after her, tail swinging, striking the pavement. A fear pounded its way through Its chest.

“No. No. No. You can’t.”

It caught up with the girl.

Holly ignored It.

She kept chewing her bubblegum. She had her free hand stuffed inside a pocket, and one of her shoes was untied.

The laces flipped and flopped.

The demon growled, then jumped in front of her. It spread out Its arms. It also shook Its head.

Holly froze.

“No. No, Holly. Not again.”

Holly just stared at It. Her green eyes gleamed. They glimmered like diamonds.

The demon wasn’t sure if this was from the moonlight, the lights in the mall, or something different altogether. Maybe a little bit of both.

Maybe it was her soul again.

Her damned soul.

Holly tilted her head. A curl of blond hair came loose, falling over her left shoulder. It looked cute.

She looked cute.

Wait. What?

The demon blushed again. It looked away from her.

“Why not? We had fun last time, right?”

The demon felt tears forming. They burned.

But It took a deep breath, and It shook Its head again.

“No. You had fun. I was—“

“Hiding in the shadows. And pools of blood. Like a little bitch.”

The demon gaped.

Before everything, all of this mess, Holly had never sworn. Ever.

In the sixteen years of her life, It had never caught her swearing. Not even when her little brother accidentally killed—well, semi-accidentally killed—her pet goldfish.

Or when her crush had stood her up at the Valentine’s Day dance. Nor when she had found him behind the cafeteria, sticking a finger up Jenny Mackindale.

Or when her parents had sent her to the shrink.

Or—

The demon grabbed both of her shoulders. It looked deeply into her eyes.

“Why?! Why are you doing this, Holly?! Huh?!”

Holly just blinked.

She chewed her gum.

“You never spoke like this before… be-before…”

Holly blew another bubble. Like before, it burst.

“Before you showed up?”

The demon blinked a few times.

Yes.

Yes, she was right.

Before It had shown up, appeared in the middle of her dorm, Holly had been a simple girl. A good girl.

Not necessarily a good student. But nobody really was a good student if they went to a catholic school.

The demon knew.

Everyone sinned.

The young. The old. The middle-aged.

Even newborn babies sinned. It was only natural. Humanity was a terrible species, violent and horny and very, very, very selfish, and it was normal for them to seek their own satisfaction.

But Holly…

… Holly was different.

She hadn’t sinned. Ever.

Like her mouth, she had been pure. Unpolluted. She was actually a good person; helpful, forgiving, considerate, respectful.

But now.

Now.

Holly pushed It, passing by. The demon rocked on Its heels for a second. It managed to stabilize Itself.

But by then, it was already too late.

Holly was already entering the mall.

“I don’t understand why—“

“You don’t understand anything.”

They were power walking, side by side.

The demon swiped a claw across Its forehead. Pain rose up Its arm. Sweat peppered Its rippled, scaly skin.

Everything that came out of the demon—be it tears or sweat or pee—was acidic beyond all measure.

It had ruined way too many toilets.

No wonder they’d been jumping from motel to motel.

“Hold on,” Holly plucked out her gum. She pinched a pink blob between her fingers.

The demon froze. “What?”

Holly peered back.

She winked.

She swung by a trash can. Said trash can had been positioned behind a rather imposing pillar. Said pillar, gray and very, very close to falling apart, was standing in the middle of the lobby.

The lobby. That wasn’t the right word… was it?

The demon didn’t really know all that much about the living world. It knew enough to get by. How else could It have survived this long?

It had a vague understanding of malls. These large, maze-like complexes bristled with self-indulgence and self-flagellation. Not to mention… capitalism.

So much capitalism.

It knew that humans, driven by their need for material objects, went from shop to shop, wallets filled with money. They bought things. The mere variety of things sent a numbing shock through the demon’s mind.

Books.

Clothes (especially those with more than one fabric).

Jewelry.

Shoes.

Blow-up dolls.

Dildos.

Cold suddenly flooded Its cheeks, and the demon covered Its face with both hands.

It took deep breaths.

“Hey. You okay?”

Her voice made It jump.

The demon also yelped. A hand was suddenly slapped over Its mouth, and Holly glared at It.

She lifted a single finger to her lips.

The demon went quiet. It might not have known much about humanity, but It did understand the gesture.

Be quiet.

Holly pulled It behind the pillar.

She backed up, pressing her back into the pillar. She had It cradled. She was hugging It.

“Hope you weren’t too loud,” Holly peered.

The demon went rigid.

It could taste metal. No, not metal.

‘Blood,’ It realized. “I’m tasting the blood on her hands. Oh, Christ, oh lord, oh my Go—‘

Holly breathed a sigh of relief. Something soft and plump, but not too plump, touched the demon’s spine.

No. Not just something. Some things.

Things that, from Its calculations, were situated on her chest…

‘Tits.’

She let go, and the demon fell to Its knees.

The floor was colder than her hands. Discarded receipts fluttered by. A broken watch gleamed, and It impulsively glanced up.

Holly grabbed her sledgehammer. She’d laid it down while throwing her gum away.

She spun around. For Its credit, the demon tried to avoid the whiteness—flesh, fabric, didn’t really matter—that suddenly flashed across Its field of vision. It did try.

A glare pinned It down. A frown as well.

“H-Holly—“

That gesture again.

Holly tilted her head. She indicated the side of the pillar.

The demon shuffled on Its hands and knees, peering around. It felt like a soldier crawling through a trench.

Was there a sniper waiting for It?

If It exposed Itself, would a bullet go flying? Or would someone scream, causing others to scream?

Scream and scram?

The demon would have giggled.

It exposed a single eye, iris deep crimson.

It saw what she’d been checking out.

The food court, across the lobby, was closed. Many of the restaurants had their lights off. Sandwich Queen. McRonald’s. Burrito-ville.

Only a few still ran. A Lamby’s was being tended to, the cashier Holly’s age. The cook kept looking back at her.

But that wasn’t all.

Because It then saw… them.

Them.

“Do you see?”

The demon didn’t respond.

It shook Its head, slowly at first. It quickened. An icy dread flooded Its empty lungs.

Holly gripped the sledgehammer tighter. Her knuckles turned white.

It knew that she was licking her lips. It could feel the bloodlust wafting off of her, thick and musky.

And what Holly was feeling was bloodlust. Blood. Lust. The demon heard her breathing heavily.

“Do… Do you see?”

The demon gulped.

It could see. It could see plenty.

They were just sitting there, all of them at one table. One—a girl—was busy with her cellular device. Another—a boy—had his arms draped around the girl’s shoulder.

Yet another tipped his chair backwards. A different girl sat in his lap, face twisted in mock horror.

She was giggling.

A third boy stared at a third girl. A goth girl, the demon realized.

A goth girl with her hand underneath their table, shoved down his pants—

“Holly.”

Holly was silent now.

It scooted back, then stood up. It put both claws on her shoulders. It stared deep into her eyes, searching for something, anything, a shred of the girl she had been.

All It found was excitement.

“Holly,” It whimpered. “Holly, no.”

Holly was no longer listening, though.

She was now tossing her sledgehammer—such a big sledgehammer, where’d she even find it—from hand to hand. She muttered to herself.

“No. Not like this.”

Left hand.

“No. Not that either.”

Right hand.

The demon shook her. It was sweating acid-bullets now.

“Holly? H-Holly, please don’t. Just leave them alone.”

Above.

“Maybe it should be higher? No. Not that high.”

Below.

“At my midsection?”

The demon gripped her shoulders tighter, and It felt Its nails digging into the flesh. It loosened Its grip.

“Holly. Holly, let’s just… let’s just go back to the motel. We can… we can order room service… or something.”

It was desperate now.

It was close to tears now.

But Holly didn’t notice. She had finally found a position that she liked. The sledgehammer was tilted, horizontal, and her left hand gripped the handle, the knuckles turning blue.

“Hey! Re-remember that s-story I refused to t-t-te-tell? About those b-b-b-bl-blo-blood or-or-orgies? I… I’ll tell them now. I’ll tell you everything. Just please, just please, don’t go hurting those nice peo—“

Holly ducked out of Its grip.

She then began to run.

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The teenagers didn’t know what hit them.

Well, that wasn’t true. They saw her running towards their table. How could they have not?

She was wearing a school girl’s uniform. A light brown vest over a white button-down shirt, her collar undone. Her skirt revealed legs that wouldn’t have quit.

And they didn’t quit. They carried her all the way to their table.

Marcy saw the school emblem—a cross.

She was sitting in the right position. She looked up from her phone just long enough to see it.

And to catch the blunt side of the sledgehammer.

Tony managed to stand up and clench his fists. The words were at the tip of his tongue; those three, simple, universal words.

What. The. #$@&.

But before he could open his mouth, the girl swung her sledgehammer.

Everything cut to black.

Samantha instinctively clenched her own fist, and Marcus suddenly reached the finish line. He screamed her name. It sounded like a goat baying.

Something warm filled her hand.

Something else that was warm soon filled his pants.

She tried to pull out. She tried. But before she could, a shoe hit her chest, and Samantha fell backwards.

Marcus went with her. He had a funny look.

That funny look disappeared underneath the sledgehammer.

Samantha opened her mouth to scream.

Something filled her mouth. Another shoe. It was shoved hard, and pressure started to build. A cracking sound from somewhere inside her own head. The pressure gave way to brief, potent pain.

One last, loud crack.

Her lower jaw came loose. It practically dangled, swinging from side to side.

The sledgehammer then found her.

Silence. Dark.

And the warmth coating her hand faded away.

The girl stood over her, chest heaving, cheeks flustered. A strand of blonde hair was plastered to her forehead.

Her eyes gleamed. But they didn’t gleam like emerald diamonds. They gleamed like glass.

She heard their chairs scraping the floor.

She spun around.

The empty chair kept on spinning.

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dreamescapeswriting · 5 years ago

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Home Sweet Home ~ JJK [M] [Request]

➳➳➳Word count: 3.3K

➳➳➳Genre: SMUT, and fluffy!!!!

➳➳➳Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x reader

➳➳➳A/n: I hope this is something that you wanted hun!! @nochusyn

Mentions: Breeding, cute smut, pet names, mentions jungkook going into the military and I know some people are comfortable with that subject just yet

Jungkook knew you were pregnant when he leaving but there was nothing he could do about it, he wasn't allowed to stop himself from going just because now you were expecting children. It just wasn't the way it worked, unfortunately,

"Time will fly." He promised you the morning he was leaving, you nodded holding his hand as you walked through the airport together watching as other couples did the exact same thing as you with their partners it was something everyone did.

"It's just a year and ten months." You whispered to him not sure if you were trying to reassure him or yourself and he smiled sadly at you, you knew the time was coming. It came to everyone that had to enlist and sure it was sad and you had mixed emotions over it but it was something that everyone had to or wanted to do and there was nothing wrong with that.

"I'll see you sooner anyway, remember." He tilted your chin up so you could look him in the eyes and he could see you tearing up. He was going to come home early for the birth only to leave again a week after spending time with you, another one of the many strict rules that the military had for him and many others. The tears were already threatening to run down your cheeks you were pregnant with his baby so it could have been down to the extra emotions running through your body but you both knew it was because he was leaving for so long.

"It's never goodbye, always I'll see you soon." You told him with a genuine smile on his face, you were used to long periods away from one another. Before he enlisted he was going on tour or going to different countries, you just had to think of it as an extended version of those.

"I'll see you soon." He kissed your forehead and then knelt onto the floor so he was facing your stomach, there wasn't even a bump there yet but he was excited by the thought of being a dad.

"I'll see you soon too." He kissed your belly before coming back up and giving you one final kiss goodbye before he had to leave or he was going to be late to get to the base camp.

The first five weeks were the hardest, you couldn't talk to him because he wasn't allowed to use the internet or the phone to talk to you so you spent it with friends and family, trying to pass time by while you waited. You spent a lot of time with his parents who came to stay with you in Seoul to help you with anything you might need, they were more than excited when they found out you were expecting and were doing everything they could to make it a relaxing process for you.

"You can start writing him letters soon." Mrs Jeon said as you started making dumplings together, you were waiting for Mr Jeon to come back from the store with dessert, you'd been craving chocolate cake all day and he was sweet enough to go out and get some for you while you made dinner with his wife.

"I was hoping the first one could be a baby scan but I'm not due for those for another 5 weeks." You told her adding a scoop of filling to a dumpling dough and folding it up, you were a natural. You'd gone to Jungkook's mum worry about not being able to cook enough for the baby and Jungkook when they time came and she promised to teach you everything she knew.

"You can send him more than one letter dear," She chuckled at you making you blush, you knew that but you didn't want to bother him too much while he was away you never wanted to, even when he was on a tour you never wanted to be a bother to him.

The letter came and Jungkook practically flung himself on the man that was handing them out, you'd been talking about sending him an Ultrasound since your first letter and it was finally time, he ripped open the envelope to carefully read the letter you'd written him, it was short and gave him an idea of what happened at the scan and then he held the small black and white image in his hand. His child was sitting right there and on the back, it had the date and time of the scan and directions to where the baby was if Jungkook couldn't see him because at first, you couldn't either.

Bets were placed around the base camp about the gender of the baby and it was split 50/50 even the drill sergeant was getting on board with it and telling Jungkook he knew for a fact it was a boy because of the way the baby was laid digging into old superstitions that if the baby was facing the right side on his first scan it was a boy and if it was laid to the left it was a girl meaning he was going to have a son. But Jungkook didn't care as long as they were born healthy and he could be there to witness the birth of his son or daughter.

Days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months until it was finally your due date...Then that passed and you were still pregnant, still carrying around a baby and looking as though you'd swallowed a planet.

"Can't they do something?" You whined sitting up in the bed to look at Mrs Jeon who had come into you, it was 3 am and you'd woke up screaming out from a nightmare and she rushed in to see what was wrong thinking you were going into labour. They were still with you because they wanted to stay until the birth to make sure you weren't alone in this, but you weren't going to be alone. Jungkook was going to be able to come home for the birth, only to leave again after a week.

"They can't dear, the babies will come when they're ready." She helped you up from the bed so you could go to the toilet, another reason for lack of sleep the baby was constantly pressing down on your bladder as if it was their new favourite toy.

"All I'm saying is if he or she doesn't come out soon they can stay in there."

"That's not how it-" She stopped herself when water hit the ground beneath you and you toppled over in pain, gripping onto your stomach as you felt a cramp-like feeling through your lower abdomen.

"Where is he?" You cried out as another contraction finished, you were sitting in a hospital bed with your legs up on either side of the bed as doctors rushed around you, Mrs Jeon took your hand in hers and sighed. It had been the longest 24 hours of your life and Jungkook still wasn't here,

"I don't want to do this without him," Tears were streaming down your face and Mrs Jeon looked at you apologetically, there was nothing anyone could do to get him here faster but the baby was on its way and there was nothing they could do to change that.

"It's time to start pushing." The midwife told you looking up to make sure you were ready, the pain you were experiencing was unimaginable and nothing you could have pictured even after all the health class videos and talks.

"I'm right here okay, I won't leave." Jungkook's mum said to you standing by your head and holding your hand, you gripped it tightly looking up at her and nodding to tell them you were ready.

"Okay on three I want you to push for ten seconds okay? Then we'll take a 5-second break and do the same thing. Can you do that for me y/n?" You agreed and waited for the countdown to begin, breathing heavily until they told you to push. Keeping a tight grip on Mrs Jeon's hand as you made your way through it.

The door burst open and Jungkook stood there in uniform, sweating and panting as he looked around.

"Kookie." You breathed out in relief as he stared at you, then at the baby that was being washed on the other side of the room screaming loudly.

"I missed it," He groaned watching as you nodded sadly but the midwife sat back down in front of you,

"Just in time for the next one though."

"Next one!?" You and Jungook yelled out in unison turning to look down at the midwife who was looking through your chart your heart was thumping against your chest and beads of sweat were starting to collect once more. You'd just given birth and you were going to have to do it all over again,

"You didn't know?" She questioned confused as to how you wouldn't know you were having twins,

"No one told me I was having twins." You whispered to her and she frowned making a note to talk to the Ultrasound team about it later,

"Mr Jeon if you'd like to hold her hand." His mum kissed you on the head and left the room so you and Jungkook could go through this together, he held onto your hand and kissed it getting ready to coach you through the process.

"I'm sorry I missed the first one." You shook your head at him looking up into his eyes lovingly, it was the first time you'd seen him in nine months and you wouldn't change it for the world even if it was painful, it was a beautiful moment together. You were both still in the hospital room waiting for discharge papers to be ready for you, he was holding your daughter while you held your son in your arms two healthy and beautiful babies you were looking down at you son who looked a lot like Jungkook already.

"Wait till everyone on base finds out its twins." He laughed bouncing your daughter side to side as she drifted off to sleep clutching onto his thumb, you giggled softly at the sight you always knew he was going to be a great dad when he came home. All that was left was a year and one month left and he would be back to being a family with you and the twins in no time.

"It's time." His mum came into the room with the pram you'd gotten only to be followed behind by his father pushing an exact same model into the room for your son to use. Jungkook began thanking his parents for everything they'd done for you over the last nine months and how he didn't know how he would thank them but he would find a way but his mother wasn't having it,

"It's something any mother-in-law would do." She hugged you after you put your son down into the pushchair and tucked him under the blanket that was inside.

"You're going to do perfectly." She whispered patting your cheeks and making you face her, you were sad that she was going to be leaving you as well but it was a test to make sure you could do this alone. After all, she was going to be able to be there all the time but she was always just a phone call away if you needed her, and Jin also made sure you knew he was available for around the clock babysitting, he'd finished his deployment months ago and was ready to become the best uncle in the world.

Jin was holding onto Hyeon's hand as he tried to walk around the airport alone but wasn't managing it quite well enough, he could only walk while holding onto someone or something since he was only a year old. You'd named your son Jeon Heyon since his name meant older brother and he was older than his sister by five minutes, beautiful baby Jeon Areum who Jungkook named because her name meant beauty,

"Areum sit still, he'll be here soon." You promised your fidgeting daughter but it was no use she was wiggling around trying to see if she could see Jungkook first but no children were allowed to go and wait at the front. You had to stand towards the back so you didn't disturb any other passengers,

"I want to see him now." She pouted folding her arms over her chest and looking up at Jin who would normally let her get away with anything she wanted but not today.

"You've been letting her get away with too much." You joked looking at him as he picked up Hyeon and put him on his hip.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jin lied shutting up as the flight number was called out over the speaker system, you waited and waited until you saw the long black hair that was Jungkook.

"There he is baby." You and Jin placed your kids down on their feet as Jungkook began walking over to you, as soon as he was close enough you let go of the twins and they sprinted into his arms flinging their small arms around his neck and climbing onto him, knocking him back onto the floor and smothering him with kisses. He was shocked at first tearing up as they hugged him and told him that they missed him, you dropped onto your knees hugging all three of them and nuzzling your head against Jungkook's neck.

"They remember me?" He questioned sadly, you kissed his cheek and nodded.

"Every night I would show them videos of you or photos. They were never going to forget their dad." You whispered to him watching as Areum stood up from the floor and looked at Jin,

"Uncle Jin was always showing us videos too." You smiled up at Jin who was now kneeling on the ground beside the twins, now that Jungkook was home he didn't need to be around all of the time like he had been. He'd made a habit of coming to the house three times a week to spend time with you and the twins or to look after the twins while you took a well-needed nap, it was nice to have him there to talk to. You didn't feel like you were going to go out of your mind with all the baby talk, and you could talk to him about military stuff and he understood why.

"Jungkook be quiet." You whispered as he pushed you into the bedroom, he smirked against your neck.

"I'm not the one moaning baby," You giggled as he quietly shut the door behind him and walked back over to you his lips against your skin as you tangled your hands into his hair. It was the first time you'd been alone together since he came home, the twins were asleep and the house was empty,

"I missed you," He moaned into your ear as he felt you grind against him,

"I missed you too." He laid you down against the silk sheets and you smiled into his lips as you kissed him, both of you had missed one another romantically and intimately and it was too much to wait any longer.

"You have to be quiet though baby, they're sleeping." You nodded and reached over to the side of the bed to get some condoms but Jungkook's hand on yours stopped you, your eyes went up to his and he was shy.

"I was thinking...Maybe we could, we could try for another one." You sat up on your elbows to face him, another baby wasn't something you were opposed.

"Another baby?" You asked trying to confirm that you were on the same page and once he nodded you threw yourself at him, making out on the bed and tugging on his hair, you'd been thinking of having another baby for a while but didn't know if he would want that,

"Another baby huh? You want me to fill you up again?" You giggled at his crude wording and he smirked at you, laying you down once more and sucking on your neck. You weren't in the mood for foreplay though, you were dripping enough from the hot make-out session you'd had on the sofa and now him telling you he wanted another baby was enough to keep you going.

"Just fuck me Kookie." You whined looking at him as he stripped out of his clothes, you pulled off the oversized shirt of his you were wearing and he kissed your stretchmarks going down to your underwear and shimming them off your body, throwing them somewhere around the room and coming back up to you. You covered your stomach somewhat insecure about being fully undressed but he stopped you and kissed your lips softly,

"I love you, everything about you so don't hide from me." His face was inches from yours as he slowly eased himself into you the stretch making you gasp for air as he was finally inside you once again, you felt complete and once you'd adjusted his size you nodded that he could move.

"You're tighter than I remember baby," He chuckled slowly easing himself in and out of you, trying not to go too fast so he wouldn't hurt you and so he wouldn't finish too quickly you giggled at him as you bucked your hips to meet his.

"F-Feels so good." You whined out as his long drawn out thrusts were picking up, you didn't care if he finished now you'd just missed him being there.

He went deeper and deeper with each thrust hitting the spot where you'd needed him the most over the last year and 10 months,

"Kookie, shit." You moaned out arching your back as his fingers made figure eights on your clit bringing you closer to your release.

"You close already baby?" He teased bending his face down so he could suck on your exposed skin, you were letting out whimpers that sent shivers down his spine to hear, he'd missed you whining out for him like that.

"I'm so close," Your nails dug into his back as you felt the pit in your stomach deepen, Jungkook let out a grunt as you clenched around him.

"Shit do that again." He moaned out almost finishing as soon as you did it, he growled deeply before throwing one leg over his shoulder and thrusting deeper than before hitting that spot over and over again without hesitation,

"You want me to fill you up baby? Make another precious little baby?" You hummed in response but that wasn't what he wanted to his, his fingers on your bud stopped moving and you let out a whine in protest but he wasn't going to start again until you answered him.

"Yes Kookie, fill me up. Please, fuck." His began moving his fingers again and you could felt yourself getting closer,

"Don't stop, please..ahh d-d-don't stop." You clenched around him and he bent down to whisper in your ear,

"Cum for me baby girl." You reached your high clenching around him as he continued to thrust into you the air filled with nothing but whimpers and the sound of slapping skin.

"Oh fuck." You felt his thrusts become clumsier as he came to his high holding himself deep inside of you as he let go, filling you up and then panting as you both came down from your high. He rest his forehead against yours and you both began giggling to one another,

"Fuck I missed that," He chuckled kissing you softly pulling out and going to get a wet cloth for you to clean yourself up with but you were rushing into the bathroom after him,

"Round 2?" You teased pulling him in the direction of the shower and smirking up at him.

"Feels good to be home," He hummed turning on the water and kissing down your neck, you giggled as he squeezed your ass putting you into the shower.

"Home sweet home." You whispered to him before kissing him passionately.

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