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run2yoongi · 2 years

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puppy love | jjk + kth x reader. ch.1

you’d met jeon jungkook and his best friend kim taehyung in your first year at university. it didn’t take long for you to fall for jungkook, however it was clear that he was less than interested in romance. you pushed down the frustration and jealousy when jungkook talks about his weekend exploits and dating app matches, telling yourself that being friends with benefits was better than being nothing at all. you didn’t expect that one of the benefits of your arrangement with jungkook was going to be his best friend, taehyung.

↳ pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader (later chapters)

↳ setting: college au ↳ warnings: explicit rough sexual content, (assumed) alcohol consumption, pet names, teasing, spanking, jk is kind of an asshole, kinda toxic dynamic, internalised misogyny if you squint.

↳ side note: just fyi, i’m basing this off the dorms at my uni which aren’t all shared rooms so that’s why there isn’t rly a roommate in this story hehe. also please like if u enjoy! this is the first work i've posted in a decade so i really wanna know if people like it!!

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jeon jungkook, to his credit, never strung people along. he was direct and clear about his distaste for romance while he was at uni. 'i’d rather just have fun'. you’d heard it from him a hundred times when the girls and boys from your lectures asked if he was single. this was one of the many reasons you kept your disgusting crush on him to yourself, telling him you were both totally on the same page and dating in university is dumb, anyway.

it seemed like a good idea when he suggested being friends with benefits. he would rather be hooking up with someone who ‘felt how he felt’. you had just nodded your head, taken another sip of your drink, and kissed him. that was four months ago now. not much had changed, really. you would still make fun of people over chat in lectures, get drinks with taehyung together, walk back to your dorms. the only difference was that when jungkook dropped you off, he would sneak right behind you into your room, wrap his arms around you and place his lips on your neck. he would whisper the filthiest things into your ear and slide his thigh in between your legs before he led you over to your bed.

that was it really.

in reality, you had begun to question your sanity. taehyung, of course, was the first to notice. he was jungkook’s friend first, but you had grown undeniably close as he was generous enough to be your study mentor. taehyung was two years your senior and had witnessed what you were going through more times than he could count.

“and that girl from tinder, jennie, she said i could bring some friends.” jungkook spoke excitedly about this upcoming house party he’d been invited to by ‘some girl from tinder’. you had to force yourself not to roll your eyes.

‘another one.’ you thought.

“no offence kookie,” taehyung sighed, his eyes darting between you and his closest friend. “but i think i grew out of house parties in my first year here.”

“please tae!” jungkook pleaded with a dramatic pout. “y/n, please say you’ll come at least.” he shifted his soft brown eyes to focus on you. your stomach churned at the sight of his full lips so close to you. he’d made that face to you many, many times before when he’d come over to ‘watch a movie’. he knew how effective it was.

“afraid you’ll have to tell jennie that your only two friends can’t make it.” you replied, poking him in the ribs as he swung on the barstool he was seated at. honestly, you didn’t really have plans. you just couldn’t stomach seeing jungkook sneak off to some upstairs bedroom with another glamorous rich girl while you were stuck with a bunch of strangers that you didn’t have any interest in on some gross couch.

taehyung saw pure frustration flicker over your face for half a second. he always caught it. every time jungkook mentioned that he was sleeping around with anyone who wasn't you.

“you guys are both boring.” jungkook sighed. of course he didn’t mean it, however, it was jungkook so the comment still stung, just a bit. “plus, you’re not my only friends.”

in sync, tae and you looked around at the empty seats at your groups table. “do you see anyone else here, y/n?” taehyung asked with a smirk pulling at his lips.

“sure don’t.” you replied, casting your gaze back to jungkook. he chuckled a bit, looking down at his phone to check the time. “i gotta go to this group project meeting soon,” he muttered. you knew that was a lie. taehyung probably knew it too. “i’ll probably just drop this one off to her room and then go- so i’ll see you tomorrow tae.” he sighed, feigning annoyance as he stood from his chair and placed his palms over each of your shoulders.

you didn’t really know why jungkook hid your arrangement from his best friend. it seemed like they shared everything else with each other. plus, taehyung had surely figured it out by now. there was no reason that jungkook had to walk you back to your dorm room while it was still light out. maybe he was just being polite.

“yeah, have fun.” taehyung dismissed his friend, placing his glass down and grabbing his bag to leave.

yeah, he definitely knew.

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it had taken all of two seconds for jungkook to shove his way into your dorm room after you’d unlocked the door. “you’re not gonna be late for your group meeting?” you teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

“shut up.” jungkook growled, already tugging at the hem of your top to untuck it from your skirt. “need you now, today was so boring.”

you scoffed at the implication that you were merely entertainment for him. though, you couldn’t help the warmth spreading along your cheeks as you glanced at his tongue slipping over his lip ring as he worked to lift your shirt up.

“was hoping you’d be wearing this for me,” jungkook teased, his hands coming up to cup your breasts that were sitting pretty in a dusty purple lace bra.

“not for you,” you let out an exasperated sigh as jungkook’s thumbs slipped underneath your bra and brushed over your nipples.

“mmhm.” jungkook mused, unconvinced. he moved his hands to slip underneath your thighs, lifting you up swiftly as you locked your legs around his waist. he walked the two of you over to your bed. it was a single, but you knew how to make it work by now.

as your back hit the mattress, jungkook kneeled over you and bit his lip at the sight of your flushed face and exposed skin. he slipped his thigh in between your legs, slowly parting them as his hand grazed your soft skin sending shockwaves straight to your core.

you could feel your heat starting to dampen, craving his touch. “bet you’ve been waiting for this all day.” he teased, gently stroking you over your underwear with his thumb. “you gonna tell me you didn’t get this wet for me either?”

you let out a groan. he always knew which buttons to push to get you worked up in a mixture of frustration and embarrassment. “that’s all you,” you admitted, breaking eye contact as you looked down to his hands on you. he shuffled forward slightly and made quick work of removing your bra and palming your breasts. you felt the cold metallic feel of his lip ring as he brought his mouth to your chest, small kitten licks quickly escalating into sucking and biting.

you couldn’t resist letting out a soft whimper, your hand sliding along the cold wall as he continued sucking and palming your tits. you usually tried to be considerate of your dorm room neighbours by keeping things quiet- but it didn’t always work out, especially not with jungkook.

“such pretty tits.” jungkook groaned in between licks.

“please,” you begged, far too frustrated to indulge jungkook’s obsession with your chest anymore. “what do you want, baby?” he probed as he propped himself up to look over your body again. “your mouth.” you exhaled, still embarrassed after months of this.

without a word, he pushed himself so his face was right in between your plush thighs. he flipped your skirt up quickly and pushed his nose over your underwear, breathing you in. you flinched in response to the contact, his nose was so close to your clit that you almost gasped. you felt the pressure of his tongue over your panties, teasing you. “jungkook, please.” you whined. he smirked up at you and licked his lips. “but i like the sound of you begging.” he answered, fingers dragging themselves over you.

“j-jungkook please. i don’t wanna play games.” you pleaded with him, staring into his eyes earnestly. “i’m not playing games.” he snapped at you as he moved his face away from your heat, much to your chagrin.

“just tell me what you want, baby.”

every time he called you that soft, sweet pet name, you nearly melted.

he lowered himself back between your thighs and used his pointer to hold your underwear to the side. your breath hitched in your throat and you could barely think as he licked a stripe over your folds. “you want it like this?” he asked, fixing his eyes on your desperate expression. “yeah, please, more.” you begged.

he painted another stripe on your folds with his tongue, gently slipping between them and nudging the hood of your clit with his nose. you couldn’t restrain your moan this time. “so sensitive,” he teased. he readjusted his position to spread your legs further, putting your whole pussy on display for him. you tried to ignore the shame growing in your stomach.

he licked you up and down lazily before flicking his tongue over your clit, causing you to let out another strained moan. you could feel his fingers grazing your centre as he licked you and you were desperate for more stimulation. “‘kook,” you whined, bucking your hips towards him.

he pinned you down with his free arm, placing all of his weight on one of your legs and spreading you further. “so impatient, baby.” he sighed as if he was about to lecture you like a stern older brother. you pouted, desperate for more of him. “need you.” you mumbled.

you were grateful jungkook took sympathy on you as he slowly pressed a digit into you as his tongue slowly stimulated your clit. “need you too, baby.” he groaned into you, making your heart flutter and your head dizzy at the overwhelming mix of feelings. you noticed the strain pressing against jungkooks sweatpants. “i’ll turn the favour.” you breathed as you felt the pressure start to build inside you. jungkook curled his finger inside you, causing you to squirm underneath him. after hearing your begs for more, he slipped in another digit.

“gotta get you ready for me, baby.” he taunted as he stretched you on his fingers. you let out a shrill whine as you felt the world around you begin to disappear. “i’m getting close,” you whimpered as he picked up his pace while maintaining the short licks on your clit. your vision began to blur as your eyes started to water at the sensation. you could hardly make out what jungkook was saying with his mouth against your pussy. “such a good girl. cum on my tongue, baby, come on.” he coaxed you.

your orgasm erupted instantly at his words. you could only see flashes of white as you clamped your eyes shut, overwhelmed by the feeling of your walls pulsating around jungkook’s fingers. you hadn’t even noticed how loud you were being.

before you could even come back down to earth, jungkook crawled back on top of you and brought your lips together. he’d told you early on that knowing you could taste yourself on him always got him riled up. you moaned into his lips, still reeling from your orgasm. you froze when you felt him slide his sweatpants down and toss them onto the carpet. for a moment, he was sitting upright, allowing you to notice the tone of his arms,

his torso,

his thighs.

you felt a hot blush crawl onto your face at the sight, but if jungkook noticed, he didn’t say anything. ‘god.’ you sighed to yourself. it dawned on you, it was going to be impossible to get over your stupid crush like this. fortunately, that wasn’t your main concern at that moment. “feel good?” jungkook asked as he pulled you up into his arms. you nodded languidly, the post-orgasm mindlessness beginning to settle over you.

“be a good girl for me.” he whispered into your ear. your heart was going to beat out of your chest, and you were sure jungkook could feel it. you didn’t even need to look at him to see the smirk that plagued his glossy lips. he stretched his legs out over your duvet and leaned back against the wall, keeping his hands firmly planted on each of your hips. your faces were so close that you couldn’t resist kissing him again. he bit your lip as your weight shifted over his cock, and you felt his fingernails dig into your flesh.

he guided your hips back and forth as you withdrew your lips from his, finding them pressed to his neck. you licked, bit and sucked at his neck, drawing a moan from him as his cock twitched underneath you. “you’re gonna leave a hickey.” he breathed, his head thrown back asking for more. “i know.” you replied between kisses to the nape of his neck. you hoped he didn’t think too deeply into that. he usually didn’t, anyway.

slap!

you felt the sting on your ass before you even realised what was happening. “you think you’re clever, teasing me like this.” jungkook hissed as you looked into his dilated pupils. “you want to mark up my neck so everyone knows how well you take my cock.”

slap!

he smacked your ass again, unrelenting. you let out a pained whine in response which jungkook spanked you for, again.

slap!

“please!” you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. the throbbing of your ass brought you back down from the orgasmic high that you hadn’t realised you’d been floating on.

“look who found her manners,” he taunted with a playful smile resting on his face. “you think if you ask nicely enough, i’ll give you my dick?”

“please, jungkook.” you sobbed, not realising how badly you wanted to be filled. he continued to stare at you expectantly while he poked and grabbed at the stinging flesh on your ass. “i want your cock, i want you to fill me.”

that seemed to please him, as he hoisted you up for a moment to pull out his cock from underneath you. “go slow,” he whispered as if he was reluctant to show you kindness in this situation. “don’t strain yourself.” he reached over to your nightstand and reached into the top draw to grab a condom. as if this was his own room.

you nodded, suppressing the butterflies in your stomach as he wet his cock with his spit before he rolled the condom on. he swiped the tip along your entrance as you held yourself over him, hesitant. “don’t get all shy on me now, darling.”

you really couldn’t take much more of these pet names.

you nodded and slowly lowered yourself onto his throbbing tip, questioning if two fingers was really enough to prepare you for jungkook’s heavy cock. you rocked yourself on his tip, pulling your hips in small circles as you adjusted to the feeling. he let out a low moan and shut his eyes. his head fell back onto the wall as you sunk down further, the stretch and overstimulation stinging slightly. you couldn’t hold back another moan either as you clutched onto his shoulders.

for a moment, you held yourself from sinking any further as the sensation overtook you. you knew you weren’t going to last long before another orgasm hit you, so you needed to ground yourself. breathe. you heard jungkook whimper quietly in frustration, you looked up to see his eyes pleading with you. look who’s desperate now.

“i’m sorry,” he hummed before grabbing onto your thighs and sliding himself up into you, greedily filling you with his cock. a satisfied moan fell from his lips as you closed your eyes as tightly as possible. barely giving you any time to adjust, he repeated the motion, panting with every thrust. you gripped onto one of his thighs, feeling the definition and muscle stretch as he fucked you. “couldn’t wait any longer, you drive me insane.” he sputtered.

his eyes fixed on your chest as you bounced on his lap while he rammed into you. his tongue played with his silver lip ring, and a strand of hair fell onto his damp forehead. you had always thought he looked his best like this.

“touch yourself, baby. don’t you wanna cum all over me again?” he teased, tightening his grip around your thighs. you brought your hand to your core and placed it flat against your pussy so you could feel his cock as it thrust into you before sliding it up to your clit again. you released a soft moan at the pressure of his cock inside you mixed with the overwhelming sensation of touching your sensitive clit.

he worked himself into you, becoming rougher and greedier as the minutes passed. he nipped at your throat, licking you from your shoulders to your jaw. you quickly felt another wave approaching as he brought his hand to meet yours on your clit. the added pressure brought you to the edge, and your legs began shaking over him. your moan ripped through the room, bringing jungkook closer to his own end.

he laid you down as you continued to shake underneath him and fucked you through your second orgasm. he roughly grabbed at your hips to fuck you onto his cock as hard as he could. you moaned incoherently, head lulling to the side as you lacked the energy to hold it up. discontent, he grabbed your jaw and stared into your eyes, pupils almost completely blown out with pleasure. the fucked out expression you held was enough to finally tip him over the edge. his head flew back for a final time as his hips stuttered and lost their rhythm. you felt his cock pulse inside you as his cum leaked into the condom. he slowed down his pace and glanced back at you, his cock still twitching.

“fuck, baby.” he said, “i’ll never get tired of that.”

unfortunately, you probably wouldn’t either.

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whichcouldmeannothing · 2 years

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minnie's Very Good icemav fic rec list!

icemav is such a massive ship but its hard to find fics for it :((

so here are some i liked :))

(this list isnt definitive i have not read a lot, i know there are good ones I missed pls tell me If u have any good recs!!)

fics by @boasamishipper

when i see your face (oneshot, 1k+)

In which Maverick Mitchell wakes up from surgery, high on painkillers, and hits on his husband.

sweet! very cute! maverick rly is a dumb dumb boy

Word on the Street (oneshot, 1k+)

Sharon looks down at her wedding ring and says a prayer for the handsome Navy pilot that’s heading their way. He’s got no idea what he’s in for. / Or, Iceman and Maverick versus the Real Housewives of Fallon, Nevada.

look i also know nth about housewives but this is adorable and hilarious and sometimes we need an outsider pov, est relationship btw!

baby, baby i'd get down on my knees for you (co-written with @academicgangster or simplecoffee on ao3, multi-chapter, 18k)

Or, the Wooing of Iceman Kazansky by a Very Smol Mr. Darcy

(Five times Maverick proposed to Iceman, and one time Iceman accepted.)

OH M,YGOD YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THIS FIC MAKES ME LOSE MY MIND AN DIE AND CRY AND ITS SO SWEET AND ADORABLE AND I MISS THEM SM HGBGKLDS

between the lines of fear and blame (oneshot, 1k+)

extreme whump extreme, most icemav fics hurt mav and i think mav deserves a little better. just a little. this is good also

Out of all the things Maverick had expected to eventually kill him — getting caught in someone’s jetwash, being shot out of the sky, his plane’s engine exploding — getting shot by one of his students in a civilian bar didn’t even make the top ten.

He never expected Ice to take a bullet for him, either.

There's a first time for everything.

fics by @susiecarter

and gamble for the sun (one-shot, 1k+)

It's like this: Maverick and the Iceman make bets, sometimes.

OH MY GODDD OH MY GOD THE TENSION THE IDIOTS IDIOT OT LIKE 3K ITSLOVELY AND SO SO GOOD PERFECT TENSION AND EVERYTHING (in my notes I wrote that they write rly good summaries I just wanted to tell you that)

A Shared Cup (one-shot, 7k+)

hard 2 exp but its a soulbond au and I LOVE THOSE I LOVE THOSE I LOVE THOSE READ THIS NOW AND GO INSANE W ME

It was only a training exercise.

It was only supposed to be a training exercise.

fics by @compacflt

this isnt like a thing about the fics but on ao3, the profile says commander of the pacific fleet (wouldn't that be hilarious if the actual compacflt were on ao3? national security hazard) and that's possibly the funniest thing I've read today

Easier Said Than Done (100k+, series)

"So you just wanna be the best at everything, huh?"

"Yes," Kazansky says seriously, then, confused, squints at him. "Don't you?"

"Of course not," Maverick says. "I just wanna be the bestpilot."

"Huh," says Kazansky, wondering if there's a difference betweenMaverickandMitchell. "Maybe you shoulda stayed at TOPGUN, then."

(Or: Tom Kazansky rises through the ranks while trying to stay a good man. If he ever was one to begin with.) (When We Get Around To Talking About It, 65k+)

"We can start here, I guess. If we're talking about us," Pete says. "Nineteen-eighty-six. The first thing I thought, when I saw you in that O-club, was: Iceman isoff-limits.Capital O, capital L."

Despite himself, despite the fear, Tom laughs a little. "Oh, yeah? Why's that?"

"Well, first off, we were competition. And yeah, you were attractive, but then you opened your mouth and I swear. You were just an asshole. Goose is trying to introduce you to me and here I am thinking about how much of an asshole you are. Shut up about Cougar, asshole."

"It was supposed to be a friendly competition!"

"Yeah, right. So that's what I was thinking: he's attractive, clearly doesn't know how to talk to other men, might be into the proposition if I framed it the right way. But he's an asshole, so this competition is just gonna befriendly." Pete pauses. Then he says, "Ice, you wanna get married?"

And that's how they start talking about it.

(Or: they finally get around to talking about it. And Maverick's got a couple extra memories.) (Debriefing (& Other Stories), 60k+)

look its rly long. but this whole series is wonderful. if ican ever print out one top gun fic to have and to hold irl I would buy more paper and print both of these ones. absolutely lovely and it doesn't feel long its just a good good good time and the classic icemav fic

ALSO HONOURABLE MENTION

Kings of the Air (@fabula-unica, 20k+)

Fighting and fucking: two things he did extraordinarily well. How could he have known what the effect would be when you combined the two?

ABSOLUTE HERITAGE FIC EVERY ICEMAV SHIPPER HAS TO LIVE AND BREATHE THIS FIC OH MY GODDD SO LOVELY SO SO SOS LOVELY read this fic. it has been waiting 12 years for you

ao3 etiquette is in order, if you liked it, leave a kudos and a comment :D I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I did !

#top gun #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #icemav #iceman #maverick #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #icemav fic recs #icemav fics #top gun fic #minnie's manual #ill make a sereshaw one too once i get my life in order

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saltytearsofjoy · 13 days

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so this chapter felt like nothing imo 😭 we still didn’t rly get anything for tenko imo also where tf are toga and touya and i honestly don’t know what hori could write in this epilogue if it’s not about the LoV bc those are the only open plot points rn?? and him being like we still need to go plus ultra and the war didn’t rly end yet likeeee am i on hopium or

Everyone except the bkdks r in agony rn 💀. I have no idea what to expect for an epilogue because we don’t even know how many villains r still kickin…It will be catastrophic for me to read about the heroes healing while the villains had the worst character conclusions possible. It’s possible toga/touya/spinner could be alive but the idea that they lived and tenko didn’t is too much 4 me. I guess horikoshi could pull a tenko comeback off but there has been irreversible damage done to the story imo.,,,,,

#bnha spoilers #bnha leaks #mha spoilers #mha leaks

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starwritesstuff · 1 year

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i would do anything for you to love me like i'm an american hero

(Chap 1)

yeah yeah yeah this is a rainbow kitten surprise song title i can't help myself- i did draw quite a bit of inspo from this song anyhooooozzllessss i put this on ao3 but i figure since i be writing stuff here too i'll post it here.

summary: You hold your hand out and introduce yourself. “Figured I should at least give you my name since I make it a point to bother you every time I see you here.” He takes it, grip warm, firm. “I’m Leon Kennedy.” Gives you a crooked grin. “And you’re not a bother.” Oh? You weren’t, huh? ---- You're pathetic and in love with your best friend. How do you love a ghost?

word count: 3,127

rating: this chapter is g rated buuuttt there is eventual smut so i cannot recommend minors reading this fic- also pls brace yourselves for a lotta angst i'm rly gonna PUT THEM THROUGH A BLENDER (insert me rubbing my hands together like some kinda Machiavellian freak)

The first time you meet Leon it’s in a cafe. He’d bumped into you in line. Leon muttered a sheepish apology and you thought it had been downright adorable.

You’d flirted shamelessly with him- how could you not? With looks like that, the near innocent way he had said sorry. He’d just stood there, a bit awkward, and you’d thought- god what a cutie.

After that you had started to see him a lot more frequently at that cafe and, well, you hadn’t been a regular. But you became one since that first interaction.

It’s not for another month that you get the courage to do more than make flirtatious comments- though he’s always a good sport about those.

“Anyone ever told you you’re kind of an awkward guy?” You ask him, sipping on your hot latte. Eyeing him. He startles, turning a very blue gaze your way.

“Ah, yeah.” He laughs, a dry thing, and rubs the back of his neck. “Might have been once or twice.” Oh could he get any more sweet? He reminds you of a puppy.

You hold your hand out and introduce yourself. “Figured I should at least give you my name since I make it a point to bother you every time I see you here.”

He takes it, grip warm, firm. “I’m Leon Kennedy.” Gives you a crooked grin. “And you’re not a bother.” Oh? You weren’t, huh?

The two of you are standing in the lobby, someone shuffling past you to get to the line. Right. You’re in the way.

You turn back to Leon, grinning. “Do you want to come sit with me? Save me from boring reports?” You watch a flush settle along the back of his neck, crawling up to turn the tips of his ears red. You’re so in trouble.

Leon returns your grin with teeth that are slightly crooked. Furthering your deep descent into your crush.

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If you paced any more you’d likely wear a tread into the carpet.

It had been months, you think, since you heard from Leon. More since you last saw him.You knew he had an unorthodox job. Something dangerous. Leon always returned a little more banged than when he left.

You didn’t expect Leon, who was more or less a sweet, bashful guy, to have a job like that. But he always, always managed to make contact when he was gone. Whatever had happened you just hoped, wished, prayed to what deity would listen that he was okay. That he wasn’t dead. That he’d come back, even if he was banged up.

You force yourself to quit your relentless back and forth. Tea. You wanted- needed some tea. That honey chamomile you’d gotten last week at the store. You had some clover honey pops to go with it, if you could find them. You tap your fingers impatiently on the stove handle, waiting for the kettle to boil. When it does, you ignore the shakiness of your hands as you pour it over two bags. You like your tea strong.

Walking over to your couch, collapse. Curse loudly when you slosh some of that hot tea fresh off the stove on your fingers. You stick your pointer and middle finger in your mouth, wincing at the stinging pain. Gotta turn something on the TV, distract yourself. You settle on The Great British Bake Off. Stupid stuff, but you liked the friendly competition. And you got to see some pretty neat creations.

You settle into the couch, worn and comfy from years of use, like most of the things in your home. What can you say, you liked homey, comfy things. You draw the fuzzy blanket draped over the couch to you. Wrap yourself up. Sip your tea. And watch Paul Hollywood stare with his weird blue eyes.

It’s actually doing a great job of taking your mind off of Leon. British accents and pastries have that effect, you think. The heat kicks on and you take your sweater off, leaving you in your thin camisole. Too hot for blankets, sweaters, and the heat on. You pillow your head on the arm of the couch.

You don’t know what wakes you. But the hairs on the back of your neck prickle and you have this awful feeling of being watched. Your living room was dark, your TV having gone into that energy saving mode it does when it’s on too long. You stay very still, heart pounding. There’s a creak and you know someone is there.

Could be one of two things because honestly, the only person that could access your home was Leon. Or, conversely, a burglar. Murderer. Whatever.

“Leon?” That seems the most obvious choice. You slowly sit up, rubbing gritty sleep from your eyes.

“Yeah.” Comes his husky reply.

“Christ. What time is it?”

“Just after one in the morning.” Soft light floods the room; he’s turned on one of your floor lamps. You shove a hand through your hair. You slept all of four hours probably. Your mouth is fuzzy and you run your tongue over them. Tastes nasty, too. You must’ve fallen asleep with your mouth open. You hate doing that.

He comes over, to sit by you on the couch and god he does not look good. He’s got a cut over the bridge of his nose, deep purple coloring under his eyes and his straight brows are hung low, scrunching over his nose.

“So” you start. Stop. Take a drink of cold tea to wet your throat. This was awkward. Your locks had been changed. Did he pick them?

He isn’t looking at you, rather he’s looking at the floor. His hands hang loosely between his knees, elbows planted on his thighs. Leon looks exhausted. You had meant to rage at him a little when you saw him next. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do that right now. Not when he looks like this.

“Long trip?” You settle on. Leaning back under your blanket, cradling that cold cup of tea in your hands. Just for something to do.

“Something like that”, he grunts. Opens his mouth, then closes it again. He shakes his head and for a wild moment you’re reminded of a dog shaking its floppy ears. You say nothing, turn your attention back to your tea. It’s tense. You rub your finger along the rim of the cup.

“I suppose I owe you an apology.” Leon’s squinting at you now. He looks unsure, like maybe you have the answers. You shrug instead. Your shoulders get stuck up by your ears though, hunching. You force them down.

“If you want.” Out of the corner of your eye you see Leon’s eyes slide over to you. He doesn’t seem familiar to you right now. There’s no boyish light in his eyes, no silly puppy look to his features. He moves with a deliberate slowness, nothing like the eagerness you’re used to. Something’s happened, you know it has.

You clear your throat.

“If you want me to leave, I can go.” Startled you look at him. “No. No, I was just… thinking about if you’d picked my lock.” It was only half of a lie, anyway.

Leon snorts. “Should consider locking the deadbolt. It’s there for a reason.” Ah, right. The deadbolt. You never use. You guess locks on a door handle are probably much easier to get through than a deadbolt.

“Look, I know it’s been awhile.” Leon says, shoving his elbows off his thighs and letting out a long breath. You fidget with your cup some more. “It has.”

You really have no right to feel this way. The two of you are… Best friends. Close, but not close in the ways to warrant this irrational anger you have. You feel almost abandoned. You cringe inwardly at the feeling. Abandoned. Yeah, what are you, some rescue animal dropped off at the shelter?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Leon’s jaw clench, the muscle fluttering under sallow skin.

You shift under your blanket, eyes bleary, focusing on some faraway point in the living room that you can't really see. You grumble about needing to find your glasses. A few seconds later, Leon hands them to you. You take them, careful to not brush his fingers. You don’t look at him when you quietly murmur your thanks. You wish that he would say something, or you would just open your mouth and say what you feel. Something to relieve the tension in the room.

“I’m surprised to see you. For a while there I wasn’t sure…” You trail off. You don’t want to finish the sentence.

He cracks a smile. It looks worn at the edges, a little unsure. “I wasn’t… I didn’t know if I’d be welcome.” Your shoulders hunch again at that. He probably wouldn’t have been welcome had you known he was going to come here, if you were honest. Ah, have you mentioned you hate this? Things haven’t been weird and tense between the two of you since, well, ever.

“Aw, don’t be like that. You know you’re always welcome here.”

“Am I?”

You pick at the blanket. “Of course.” You blow a breath out, blow it up and it stirs the hair off your forehead.

You grab the TV remote, turn it on.

“I was watching The Great British Bake Off.” You say when he doesn’t reply. The two of you sit for awhile. The TV lights flickering over your faces. You don’t know about Leon, but you’re not really watching. Not really, no. You were sneaking glances at him, taking his still stiff posture. How his hands haven’t moved from his thighs. He looks poised to run, you think.

The episode ends. Starts a new one. You think maybe the not talking happening between the two of you is going to drive you crazy. But you don’t open your mouth. Don’t try to pick at this weird shell he’s created, retreated into. You probably should. He’s your best friend. You should want to try to be there for him.

You’re scared. This new version of Leon feels like he doesn’t want to be here. With you. The old Leon would be excitedly telling you about blowing shit up and shyly asking if you wanted to get coffee at that cafe. As if you’d say no, despite the many times the two of you have kept up the tradition. Now he seems to not know what to do with you. How to be here.

You rub your nose. Pull your knees up. Tuck your hair behind your ears. You know you’re fidgeting. You can’t help it. You’ve never felt this- this weird next to him. Okay, maybe weird isn’t the right word. You certainly feel strange around him, you’re not a fool, you know why. But this is a new strangeness. It’s born of an insecurity that you never thought you’d have.

“You don’t… have to stay. You know? I won’t be mad if you have, like, other places you wanna be.” You wonder if that comes out as needy as you feel. Leon turns his gaze to you, something complicated flicking through his eyes. Quick enough that you don’t quite catch it, not quick enough that you don’t notice it and wonder.

“No, no. Sorry. I’m tired.” Leon’s tone gives nothing away. But it sounds like an excuse to your ears. Does he… pity you? Feel obligated to you? To stay? You try to grin at him, like you always do, like you used to. “Sure. Sure, yeah, I imagine. Um, the guest bed is always made up. You know, just in case.” And it had been. It stayed made up since the last time you had left. Leon huffs out a near silent laugh. “Is it?”

“Yeah. You kinda made a habit of crashing here, you know. So I just… kept it. I mean, I wash the sheets and stuff.” You hurry to explain that last part. You’d taken to keeping extras of things around the house for him. Toothbrush, towel, shirts and boxers and socks. It was all very domestic, blah blah blah. Your heart clenches.

Leon shifts in his spot. Toes off his boots. You wrinkle your nose.

“Walking around in my house with your nasty boots, huh” you chide him, teasing. You get a flash of a genuine smile at that. Your heart unclenches. Just a little.

“Sorry” he says. He doesn’t sound very sorry. In fact, you’d say he sounds a little mischievous. Leon holds his boots out to you. “Wanna see how nasty they are?” You squeal, smack at them. “You’re gross, Kennedy.”

He laughs, sets them by the couch. “You’re fond of telling me.”

You raise a brow at him. "Do you have to put them there? You could, I don't know, stick them. On the shoe rack. That is literally right by my door." Leon shrugs.

“Easier to just take them off here.” He teases. But he gets up, sets the boots on the rack. Holds out his hands in a placating gesture. “See? I put them away like a good boy.” You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to stifle laughter.

“You wouldn’t know how to be a good boy if it came up and slapped you in the face.” You poke at him. “You’re a menace.”

Leon levels you with a kind of look that has your giggles freezing in your throat. Just shy of indecipherable, poorly hidden heat. You hadn’t really thought about the words when they came out, just enjoying the banter with him. You quickly look away. No way were you taking any time to pick apart that look. Adjust your mental position, firmly sticking yourself in the “Leon’s closest friend” category.

“It’s getting a bite late for me,” you say, fighting to keep your voice from wavering. “I think I’m going to actually go to bed.” You think you see a flash of disappointment cross his pretty features. But he stands with you, stretching. T-shirt riding up, just enough for you to catch a glimpse of pale skin, toned. Light scars littered amongst moles.

You turn your head away, give Leon a light pat on the shoulder. “See you in the morning? Let’s go to our cafe.”

“Sure, been awhile. D’you think they remember me?”

“Hard to forget, don’t’cha think?”

Leon laughs at that. Does that thing where he awkwardly shakes his head, hair falling over his eyes. He needs a haircut, you think. It’s gotten over-long. Makes you think of a little emo boy.

“I’ll wake you when I’m up.” He was saying, jerking you out of your musings.

“No later than 8am, mister.” You warn him. Well aware that Leon was an early riser, no matter how little he slept. Leon puts a warm hand on the top of your head. “I promise, I will not wake you before 8am.” He says with mock solemnity. You suck your teeth in response, moving to knock his hand off your head. Retreat a few steps towards your room.

“Good. See that you don’t. Goodnight, Kennedy.” You call, escaping to your room. Try to calm your racing heart. Leon didn’t often initiate physical contact with you, and that was fine, really you preferred it that way. Because when he does, your brain fizzles out. Nervous system goes haywire.

You climb into bed, thoughts shifting to Leon’s earlier behavior. How tense things had been. It was the first time you felt that uncomfortable with him. The two of you were normally much more cohesive. You had a sneaking suspicion that whatever he’d come back from was different. Different from what he usually dealt with. Though, you know you likely won’t get to know. You generally weren’t privy to specifics with him.

You flip to your side, restless. Drag the covers your head, clutching a pillow close to your chest. And what was that ridiculous reaction earlier? Leon had looked… Hot? Sexy? Wanting? Your traitorous brain supplies. Surely not, not because of someone like you. Sure you flirted with him, had built a silly friendship with that flirtation as the foundation, but it didn’t mean anything. You’re, well, you. And Leon’s Leon. He was… magnetic, a little stupid, a little cheesy, but you’d been drawn to that. And he was pretty- really, you hadn’t seen a man so beautiful. All high cheekbones, full lips, delicate brows. And you weren’t convinced he didn’t use mascara or eyeliner, or something with lashes like those.

It hurt sometimes, looking at him.

You weren’t typically an insecure person. You’d even say that, sometimes, you might even be a bit big for your britches. But your friendship (you refuse to call it a relationship) with Leon left you feeling a little inadequate at times. That feeling had crawled into your sternum, made a little nest among your heart and viscera the first time he’d come back from a trip. You wished you could grab it, like it was one of those prickly things that attached themselves to your socks, and pluck it out. But it was there to stay.

You jerk the covers off your head, the space having gotten hot, humid and somewhat hard to breathe. You roll onto your back, dragging the pillow with you. You wonder what Leon was doing. Was he tossing and turning? Punching his pillow softer, to fit his head? Or had he just conked out, exhausted. Sometimes, when he stayed over, he’d get nightmares. And you’d find his silhouette in your doorway, shyly asking if he could sit with you for a bit. First time he did it you thought you might shit your pants. You had scolded him, told him to make a little noise. That waking up to him just hanging in the doorway like some kinda freaky serial killer was just terrifying. Since then, Leon had always made sure to purposely creak your creaky floorboards, to swing the door open noisily.

Not tonight, though. It was quiet. The overhead fan was the only sound you could hear. It was too quiet, one of those nights that made you wish you had a TV in your room, so you could stick something on. The silence just made your thoughts louder, screaming, ringing in your head. Knowing Leon was just in the other room, yards away, doing whatever it is he does at night, knotted your stomach. Quickened your breath. Made that thing in your chest ache.

You forcefully wrangle your melancholy thoughts into submission. It was far too late for any more of it, and you needed some semblance of sleep. You just know Leon’s going to wake you precisely at 8am, just to be difficult.

#resident evil fanfic #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #resident evil angst #mutual pining #friends to lovers #slow burn #angst with a happy ending #star's writing

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Hot Knife chpt.1

description: Trained as children at the Roma Ruska together to be partners, you and Jardani were bound to live a wild life together, just not in ways you’d expect.

What happens when after sixteen years of dating you break up and ten years after that Jardani, or should you say John, finds you and comes back with the one thing that still tied you to him.

Your marker.

triggers: Only putting major triggers such as; Lots of misogyny, talks of sex trafficking, trauma from sexual assault, smut and unhealthy coping mechanisms like drinking and drugs the reader is a bit unhinged. This chapter includes smut and talks of sexual assault and trafficking nothing too graphic. Lots of trauma

If ur watching the John Wick movies imma go ahead and assume you can handle what other stuff I have in here.

word count: 7k

mini authors note: this didn't at first contain spoilers but now it does but the only major spoilers from the movie aren't till later in the story like chapters 9 and 10. I posted this on my Ao3 (and tumblr but I didn’t rly try) up to chapter 8 but it’s on a mini hiatus bc I'm rewriting every chapter bc I'm crazy like that. Feel free to go read those but I will be reuploading the new chapters when I have them all done. Y’all get first peak…

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Chapter one: Hot Knife

You sat at the edge of your bed watching a violent movie where the woman was currently fighting back and winning. It brought a smile to your face. These types of movies always gave you different types of ideas to use when you were sent out on missions. Plus movies were the only thing keeping you preoccupied at the moment.

The Director had you confined to your room for “starting” a fight with one of her other students at the Ruska Roma. You were always getting in trouble but it's not your fault you're better than everyone else. It's also not your fault people are annoying and like to try you. That was just stupidity on their part.

You had been trained alongside the infamous Jardani Jovonovich, which meant you had just as much training as he did. On top of that you studied medicine from a young age with some guy appointed to you by The Director and were considered somewhat of a genius, so some may even say you were better than Jardani, but you had still only beaten him once in what was just supposed to be a sparring match.

A loud sigh escaped your lips as you took a bite of your sandwich. The woman in the movie had died, typical of these movies. You wished Jardani would finish his stupid hit so he could entertain you. It should be any day now that he’d come home. You might even go as far as to say you missed him…

Your relationship was complicated. More on your end. Jardani’s wishes were very clear. He wanted to be with you. Of course you wanted to be with him… Maybe? Like you did but something in your head kept telling you no; That things would not work out, he’d get annoyed with you… Scared of you even…

That one made you laugh. The idea of scaring a man like him would make anyone who knew him laugh. Jardani had gotten to the point where he liked to act in private, like you two are dating even though you’re not. He cuddles with you, makes out with you all the time, calls you when he’s away to ask how your day has been. Sometimes multiple times a day. It gets people mad because he’s using up the direct line and others have calls to make!

The two of you have long, deep talks with one another, go out together, hell the two of you have photos of the both of you framed and up on the walls of your room. He’ll tell people he has to ask you before he does anything and you’ll say the same about him, this leaves everyone rolling their eyes. All Jardani wants is you and anything you’ll give him. He wanted to walk around holding hands and kissing you when he felt the urge, even in public, but you were scared. Scared deep down you’d hurt him.

When you beat him it was a couple weeks after the most horrible experience of your life. People don’t realize how much shit you get as a woman for being one of the only ones who was not subjected to being a ballerina, learning the graceful ways of murder rather than the brute force the men did. Also the title of the future second most talented and master assassin going to a woman didn’t sit well with the men. You just didn't belong anywhere you felt.

The girls and women there sneered at you and the boys and men mocked and belittled you. You tried to be nice, but you’d never let anyone walk all over you. Many tried to harass but many ended up getting some bones broken, except one boy, his name was Vladimir. It came out of nowhere, a whole plan created right under your nose.

You were smart and for him to trick you and Jardani with such ease, you’ll never know how he did. Your whole life you were taught not to trust anyone, the one person you knew you could trust was your partner. No matter what anyone told you, you’d always blame yourself for that time even though as a girl you were always a potential target for that kind of hate.

There were multiple men there, they said, though you only remembered one. It was a blitz attack they said. Five months you’d been gone they said. It was a betrayal they hadn’t seen coming, they said. They’re sorry they said but you couldn’t hear them. You continued to stare out the window, dissociated, hoping to never feel again. The leaves blew and whirled around in the breeze. You wished you could feel as free as them. Your forehead pressed against the cool glass in the infirmary.

It was supposed to be an easy and simple hit.

Any progress Jardani thought you two had made as partners felt as though it had been erased. He saw the pain in your eyes, the unshed tears as you pretended you were somewhere far, far away. Five months ago you’d be making fun of him for being so worried, five months ago you were starting to open up to him. Five months, five months, five fucking months.

He should have saved you sooner, in fact you should have never even been taken. The betrayal of Vladimir was rough. Nobody had seen it coming and Jardani beat himself up everyday for it. The nightmares of bright blue eyes were taking a toll on you. All your feistiness, all your grandiose nonsense, he’d give anything for you to smack him upside the head or call him an idiot again.

Instead you were a shell. For the first time he saw a fifteen year old little girl. Someone who didn’t belong in all this nonsense, the girl you always tried to hide. Jardani was the only male you allowed anywhere near you. He was patient though, sitting at the end of your bed every night to make sure when your inevitable screams would come it was his face you’d wake up too and not a needle to sedate you.

He made you feel safe. Even in your most vulnerable; Clothes ripped up, hair matted, malnourished, beaten, bleeding and violated. You never understood how he made you feel this way. As you stood in the corner of that cold, horrible room, Jardani’s eyes seemed so familiar, you knew that no matter what he’d never hurt you, and he never did.

Jardani killed him. Vladimir. He beat him to death, in front of you with his bare hands, making sure that the older boy suffered but the others got away. Without any names though every lead fell dead. You refused to give him names but not because you didn’t want him to kill them, but because you didn’t want to think about it.

You had so many cuts and bruises when he found you cowering in the corner with a knife in your hand. When he asked, you told him you got it off Vladimir during all the commotion— in which you found out was him and other people from the Roma Ruska killing everyone— The now dead student had cut a ‘V’ into your shoulder leaving a scar as a forever reminder of the violation and dignity you lost.

Stuck with physical and invisible scars as strong reminders of your trauma it was no surprise your first day back to training was not good and it was the only time you've ever beaten Jardani. He had always been stronger than you in strength and more talented. Once you’d even compared the both of you to Mozart and Beethoven.

Where one was a natural prodigy the other had their talents forced onto them when they were young by their father. Jardani laughed at that and proceeded to call you Beethoven for a month. He was an expert at fighting even at sixteen, skilled and experienced. You learned how to fight from your father but even he wasn’t an expert but he did teach you how to get your way.

The Russian Hunter.

That’s what the media called him and it wasn’t even true. Your father was a proud Ukrainian and hated being called Russian. He owned the house when he moved to America with you at five years old and your mother. The small cabin-like house sat on a huge one hundred thirty acre piece of land. You and your father used to go hunting and camping together in the woods. It was how you bonded.

The two of you were so close and you knew he loved you. By the time the New York Police discovered he was literally hunting people deep into the forest, you had known but didn’t know what to do. Everything told you to call the police but you were twelve and he was your papa. Your mother had always wanted a son. You’d never think a father who liked to hunt and was so stereotypically masculine was happy to have a daughter.

He taught you how to shoot a gun, hunt, skin a buck, survive in the wild and off the grid, to slaughter animals— which helped you learn to kill people quite easily, it was almost the same thing— and to fight. Everyday, he’d make you practice since the day you could walk it felt. All the time when you’d mess up or get hurt he’d tell you,

“You have to toughen up and learn how to protect yourself, my little sun.” He would speak in Ukrainian while grabbing your face and staring deep into your eyes that looked so much like your mothers.

“There are evil people in this world, specifically men. As a girl you will someday become a woman. Many will think you’re weak but that’s not true because you’re my daughter.”

Little did you know, he was one of those evil men. He was strict but loving towards you. Everyone always told you that you looked just like him. People also told you that your personality matched your Belarusian mothers. Miserable, cold and liked to suppress feelings. Your parents almost seemed so formal with each other. In fact you didn’t even know your parents loved each other until one night you found them dancing and smiling.

Yet you didn’t blame them, having grown up in the U.S.S.R and surviving a famine, they were taught to be cold at a young age. That moment stayed in your memory forever; your mothers smile and your father’s laughter when someone would mess up. It’s the reason you loved to dance, even if it was by yourself.

As much as your mother made your life hell— pushing her insecurities onto you and never giving you the nurture you needed— you still loved her and missed her too. Your father gave you the love you needed as a child even with all the trauma of finding him stabbing a man in the woods when you explored a little farther than normal.

Oh and watching him and your mother be shot by the police when he pulled a gun out and she drove in front of him.

She knew as well as you but times were different. It was 1976 and she felt it was her duty as his wife to stay silent, which ultimately led to her death though she had not physically harmed anyone. At twelve years old you could never imagine loving someone that much.

The lead detective on the case took you under his wing for a little bit before confessing to you that he found you to be a very demanding, morbid little girl. He talked to some people who went to The Director. She made you fight a male student of hers when she saw how you overpowered the female student.

It wasn’t that big she was weak, you demolished him as well, your fighting was just… Different. Animalistic, brutal, and terrifying. You liked to bite, play dirty and go a little overboard. She knew with her training, you would be perfect, possibly one of the best. The Director also knew a current student who seemed to be heading in the same direction. What a partnership the two of you would make…

With that she took you into her care.

When you showed up to practice you were on edge. You had a bad morning. The nightmare you had last night left you feeling sick but The Director said it was time to move on. Life is suffering, she used to say. Not the warmest woman on earth. You walked into the training room and heard Jardani arguing with her. They didn’t hear you at first.

You could always sneak around and hide in the shadows. Growing up, you would always eavesdrop on important conversations and then you’d run back and tell Jardani everything. He was your best friend and it was fun to talk about the drama together. It was often you’d hear a,

“Y/N, get out from behind there this second!”,

And a smack across the cheek.

They stopped talking when you made your presence known but you knew they were talking about you. He looked at you with sadness in his eyes and you just shrugged your shoulders. With a sigh he joined you on the mat and prepared to spar with you. He went easy on you until you heard something.

You don’t even remember what was said, but after a couple of soft swings and light pushes you almost just felt as though the goddess Athena had entered you, you felt the anger and screams of so many scorned and abused women in the past and present coursing through your blood, but even worse, you saw your partner as him.

You let out a heartbreaking scream and charged at him. He was able to dodge and get a few hits in but you caught him off guard, not expecting an actual fight. Once he was on the ground all you remember was sobbing, screaming and his blood all over your hands as multiple people pried you off of him. You had to be sedated as you screamed and screamed and screamed.

His arm had been broken, his nose and you almost blinded him in one eye. You got quite the scolding from The Director before you were allowed to see him again. She wanted you nowhere near him but that wouldn’t stop you. You’d change his bandages, wash him with a washcloth and while he was passed out you sobbed by his bed.

You asked yourself how you could do this to the one boy— let alone person— you felt safe with. The one boy who made your heart flutter in ways you've never felt before, you couldn’t describe it to anyone, certainly not Jardani himself. Who protected you and made you feel like you could forget everything. All the pain.

When he could get up and do things himself you locked yourself away in your room refusing to eat or speak for days. Until he himself came into your room and hugged you, telling you that you were pretty fucking scary but hes okay and you will be too. Jardani was more worried about your mental state. He told The Director it was too soon but she waved him off.

That night he kissed you. It wasn’t the first time you kissed but it felt different. No kiss had ever compared, the closet thing that could come wouldn’t be for years and that would be exchanging each other's markers. The traumatic event made you not feel anything anymore. Not anything good at least and definitely not trust.

But that kiss, despite the fact you flinched away, felt soft and nice. So nice in fact you couldn’t get enough. When he left to go get you something to eat you couldn’t help but let your fingertips brush against your lips. You wanted him to come back and do it again and again. It was nothing like how Vladimir or the other men would kiss you. He could never hurt you, not like they had, that was a fact in your own mind.

Although things had never been official, you would always sneak into his bed and cuddle with Jardani at night. It stopped your nightmares. This wasn’t so out of the ordinary but when it became constant, it became a problem. The Director was not too fond of this relationship. She tried separating you two but then you both started acting out, to make up for it she started sending you both out on missions alone.

She thought you would get in his way, that your love would be too suffocating for him. All her hard work flushed down the drain because of a girl. That made you laugh because years later, now at nineteen it would seem to anyone that he liked you and you just… Weren't all that interested but they also didn’t see the two of you in private either.

You liked being brutal and you liked being scary and you liked gore and would even most likely be diagnosed as a psychopath, it did run in the family, where you could still see the humanity in Jardani no matter how much he liked to try and play it off. You could only feel sympathy for the women and girls.

Everyone here was an orphan, everyone here had a backstory and the girls were treated horribly. You experienced it yourself and it wasn’t fun. The pain and no free will. Having to practice over and over till you fall over exhausted. Just to get right back up and do it again.

A lot of other students would mock you two whether it was because they wanted to see it happen or because they were jealous. Jardani was hot, there was no doubt about that and you were too but that didn’t stop people from treating you like shit. They either wanted to be with you or they hated you. So you liked to be alone.

To you it felt like one of those high school based movies you’d watched with him a couple times. People respected Jardani so most of the jokes or remarks fell on you. They were scared of you but that didn’t mean they didn’t like to get underneath your skin. They pissed you off but you learned to deal with it. The students were good but you were better so at the end of the day, it didn’t matter. Plus, you were his partner, so who really won?

With a bottle of coke in one hand dangling off the bed while the other held onto your half eaten sandwich, you heard a knock. Your head whipped around to look at the door. You dropped the bottle and threw the sandwich in your garbage bin a large smile, knowing exactly who it was. Jardani always announced himself before he walked in, it made your heart go crazy because it was his room too.

As soon as you saw his short shaggy hair that was getting quite long and his iconic facial hair you paused the movie. He always sorta looked like a puppy to you, well, at least when he looked at you or The Director was scolding him. Jardani was supporting a nasty bruise on the side of his face.

“Aww my pet is back and he seems to be hurt..” You caressed the side of his face

He rolled his eyes before pulling you into an embrace.

“I missed you, my Athena.” He breathed in the scent of your hair.

You let yourself fall into the hug. Everyone who asked got the same exact answer. The scary assassin was being used for sex. You’d even tell Jardani to his face that if you could marry his cock you’d have no use for him himself, but thankfully he had a pretty face too. And you guess he had a pretty charming personality.

You could never love someone though, you tell him you aren’t faithful to him, that you have men lining up to be with you, that he is disposable and he puts up with it. Even when you accuse him of seeing other women or just wanting sex like most men. You verbally abuse him trying to push him away and yet he stays.

The two of you fuck, cuddle, go out in public together, spend all your time together but won’t put a label on it. This caused a lot of issues. Like arguments that would be fixed with a simple promise and label. Although you know at this point he knows you’re a liar— that you don’t talk to anyone else—he doesn’t need to know that… you know he knows. So many small lies.

Lies that he’s not constantly on your mind and just how badly you want and yearn for the security of knowing he is yours forever and only. Life had taught you that nothing was secure and nothing was forever and that you didn’t feel good enough for him. But nobody would ever hear those thoughts ever. Or so you thought.

“Heard you were grounded.” A laugh left his mouth. “What did you do this time?” He asked.

“It was just some of the others. Guess they didn’t like the look I had on my face.”

“I’ll make them regret saying anything to you.” Jardani kissed your forehead while you scoffed.

“Oh don’t worry I already did that.” You giggled.

He smiled at you while squeezing your hips before leaning toward you for a kiss. His hands came up to hold the sides of your face, his thumb rubbing your cheekbone. After such a long time away you knew what he wanted and got straight to the point, like you always did, your hand traveled down to his belt. Your hands toyed with the buckle.

“They fucked up your beautiful face, don't tell me they hurt your best asset though, right?”

Jardani shook his head no with a slight smirk before pushing you down on the bed. His lips connected with yours in a passionate make out session that said ‘I missed you, I wanted you’. Your hands threaded through his hair but you couldn't help but press on the nasty bruise that was on the side of his face. He winced but moaned before moving one of his hands to shove down your pants. His fingers immediately circled your clit causing you to thrust up, groan and pull away.

“Are you going to pleasure your Goddess, Dani? I know you want my pussy.” You said in a lustful way.

“Fuck yes, yes.” He pulled off your pants and underwear before kneeling in front of the bed.

The black haired man started by trailing wet and sloppy kisses all the way from your ankle to your hip, the inside of your thigh to the outside, then he turned and did it to the other leg, all while thanking you for letting him touch you this way. He knows you hide the fact that you’ve never ever let a man touch you like this and in return he's sure to try and let you know he’s never touched or even wanted to touch another woman since the first time you’ve had sex.

Jardani always knew how to make you feel like you were melting. Like a liquid that would seep into the mattress of happiness and bliss. You'd go as far as to say he made you feel nice. But the niceness only lasted for so long. Your hand shot up to his head to keep that distance between the two of you. You felt guarded, you grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked so he looked up at you. The two of you looked deep into each other’s eyes and you could see the love in his and he could see the cold in yours.

“You’re my John Doe tonight. Unidentifiable, nobody.” It was morbid but it had become a nickname of yours for him.

As he always did he just smirked at you before saying,

“I have served, and will be of service”

Usually he’d kiss every inch of your body but he couldn’t wait. He leaned down to suck on your clit. The minute his lips wrapped around your sensitive nub, you threw your head back. God, he had been gone for so long. Too long… Your hands worked just fine but almost nothing beat having your pussy devoured by the most attractive man you’ve ever met.

His tongue swirled around your clitorous before he brought his hand up to slip a finger in. Much thicker than yours plus with the angle he was at he could easily rub your g-spot. He could feel that it had swelled and continued to rub it. At this point you were thrashing around, gripping onto his hair and pushing him harder against your pussy. There was no doubt you’d be getting reprimanded later, you had always been loud when it came to him.

What was to be done though? You weren’t allowed to go out somewhere private and he had been gone so long. You could have left and rented a hotel to “celebrate” his return… It’s not your fault, so they must hear the noises of your wonderful and amazing fornication. You hoped they were jealous and disgusted.

You rolled your eyes in your mind thinking about how even as an adult you were confined to your room. Soon you and Jardani would move out. The two of you had been talking about it recently since you were almost twenty, it was time to move on and get the fuck out of the Roma Ruska. Be independent, take hits when you both want to and fuck everywhere.

He did mention that he considered joining the military to train under Marcus. A man he had met and formed a bit of a mentor ship with over the last few months. His friend was nice and very charming. You enjoyed his company but hated that he was trying to take your Jardani away from you. It scared you, you knew he could be gone for long, extended periods of time.

You didn’t like to be away from him, you always felt so lonely…

However you were pulled out of those thoughts by Jardani flattening his tongue as he looked straight into your eyes and shook his head like a dog. You felt like you almost crushed his head and killed him with how hard you wrapped your thighs around his head. Your hips bucked in wild motions as you squirmed, your back arching off the mattress and his arm came up to hold your hips to the bed. While his fingers rubbed your g-spot over and over.

“I missed your taste, come on my fingers and tongue, please beautiful.” He gasped out while he tried to catch his breath and his fingers pumped in and out of you.

Diving right back in, he moaned at you pulling his hair, hard. The vibrations were like heaven on your clit. A hard, loud grunt mixed with moan like noise left your throat. Never before had you ever made a noise like that but Jardani was good at doing that. You held his head in a headlock with your legs as you humped his face, taking as much pleasure as you could get from his fingers and tongue.

You released him and got up while panting. He was out of breath as well but smiled up at you as he licked his lips and then whipped his cheeks.

“God I’m addicted to your taste baby.” His face was covered in your wetness and it made you laugh.

You also laughed at his tight and uncomfortable looking pants. Your hand came and rubbed him through the strained fabric. Jardani closed his eyes and sighed, bucking up into your light touch. He needed you but you were evil. One more time. You’d tease him one more time. You palmed his hard cock and made out with him, swirling your tongue around his, tasting yourself.

With a nibble to his bottom lip causing him to grunt you pulled back.

“Fuck I need that again. Lay on the bed John. Now.” You commanded him.

Jardani didn’t even have time to lay on the bed before you shoved him down and crawled on top of him. You kneeled above his neck looking down at him and bit your lip. He looked delicious. Sweaty, his pupils dilated while looking up at you and panting as he waited for you to speak. Waited for you to order him what to do. You gave him a soft kiss and an even softer peck on the side of his face where his bruise lied.

“I’m going to sit on your face, John and you're going to eat me like you haven’t eaten in months.” You held him up by his hair and then let his head fall back onto the pillow.

Not like it would be hard, it had been months since he last tasted your perfect cunt. Your pussy was wet and it almost dripped onto his face but just in time you sat right on top of his mouth, leaving his nose uncovered so he could breathe. Jardani’s large hands came up to knead your behind as he tongue fucked you. The man tried to get the wet muscle as deep as he could.

He always called you his Goddess and it was times like these when believed it to be true. Your taste was addicting and the power he could feel coursing through you as you sat on him, using him like an object. He would be yours and yours forever. If Gods and Goddesses existed then he existed to serve and please you.

“What do you think the other students would say? If they saw you like this, hm?” You threw your head back.

His response was muffled but you didn’t care what he had to say.

“If they saw their perfect, big and bad assassin underneath my pussy.” The lustful laugh that left you was cut short by a groan.

His tongue went back and forth from licking your clit to fucking you the best he could. You leaned back and began to palm his hard cock through the dress pants causing him to moan. The vibration on your sensitive nub caused you to begin riding his face and before you knew it you were cumming again and cumming hard.

The noise that you made almost made cum in his pants but he just held his breath and wrapped his arms around your thighs to keep you on his face while you used him to ride out your orgasm. Intoxicated by pleasure, with wobbly legs you jumped off the bed and with very aggressive manners started to undo his belt buckle.

“Get these fucking pants off right now.” You felt like a sex crazed maniac at the time and maybe it was because it had been so long but you didn’t care.

When you pulled his boxers down his cock sprung up. Precum dribbled down the side of his dick and you couldn’t help but lean down and have a taste for yourself. The appendage twitched and you laughed. Sucking on the tip, Jardani hissed and grabbed the sheet of the mattress. It was a salty but a familiar, intimate taste.

Climbing back on top of him you grabbed his cheeks with one hand. He winced once again. You dragged the tip of his cock through the folds of your soaked pussy. After two orgasms you were sensitive but so ready to finally be with him again. You really did miss him, a lot.

“You see Johnny, I was going to make you go finish yourself in the bathroom, but like I’ve always said, your cock is just too irresistible.” You always got dirty during sex but something felt different this time.

“Do you think you deserve my pussy? Do you want to put your cock into my warm pussy? Tell me.” The grin you gave him was evil as you ground down against his hard cock.

“Yes, please, I know I am nothing but a John Doe to you but please, I serve and worship you forever.” He was breathless.

Only you could ever get Jardani to beg for anything.

“Forever? Just me?” You questioned and he looked deep into your eyes.

“Yes. Just you. Forever.” He whispered.

Without warning you sat on his cock. This time he let out a loud strangled moan as he tried to stop himself from thrusting up into you, wanting to be as deep in you as possible. It didn’t matter anyways because you planted your knees on the mattress and started bouncing up and down, riding his dick. His hands came up to help you as he watched your face.

You were in total bliss. Your head was thrown back as your nails dug into his chest leaving little crescent shaped indents there. A surge of pride ran through his chest as you showed him that it was him who was allowed to do this and see you. The woman who barely talked to anyone and when she did it was usually to say something so blunt or tell someone to fuck off because she was awkward and cold.

The woman he felt knew him better than anyone. The one he grew up with. His first and only real crush. How she didn’t care about what others thought. She didn’t shave, she dressed how she wanted and wore the same clothes, usually his, constantly, you weren’t afraid of others opinion.

There was just something ethereal about you, even when he’d walk into your shared room and find you sitting on the toilet with the door wide open and a beer in your hand. He loved you and he’s known that since the first time you were introduced and you called him a swine and expected to be pampered by him. When he didn’t at first you just ignored him, but he caved. Too curious to get to know you and he’s glad he did. Life didn’t feel so lonely.

Your hands ripping his shirt open and off snapped him out of his thoughts this time as the buttons flew everywhere. You started to roll your hips while you began to bite, suck and lick hickies all over his chest that was glistened with sweat. Jardani was not a loud man, not at all, but you could get him to sing. The moans, groans and grunts that left his mouth were like music to your ears.

You tapped his face gently making him look you straight into your eyes. As you knew his entire focus was on you, you began to roll your hips in a way that spelt your name. Your way of claiming him, it was your pussy that was fucking him stupid. You giggled when you saw the look of awe in his face and then bent down to swirl your tongue around his nipple.

Jardani didn’t know how much longer he could hold out, especially after months away, months of fantasizing about this moment. He couldn’t help it, he brought one hand to pull you into a kiss while the other rubbed your still very sensitive clit. You cried into his mouth as he started to thrust up hard. His cock kept hitting your g-spot over and over, you knew you were going to cum again soon.

His hand held the back of your head as he rested his forehead against yours. He watched your face as you almost couldn’t keep your eyes open. You reached around to fondle his balls and he groaned out. Then the pressure grew and grew and grew. It kept growing and you knew it was your approaching orgasm but something felt different… Like you should’ve used the bathroom before you fucked but it was too late to say anything.

“Holy fuck, I’m going to cum again baby!” You cried out feeling the familiar tightness in your lower tummy, “Cum in me Dani, I want it in me.”

You hadn’t even noticed the slip up or that you were twitching against Jardani’s chest, his hand no longer in your hair but holding down your hips. Your vision went white as howl like sounds came from your vocal cords. He was in awe. You were perfect to him as you came undone on his cock. Everything was wet and you almost felt embarrassed, thinking you had peed yourself.

At the moment you couldn’t care. The one time you ever felt all your walls come down. This was paradise, this was right where you belonged, this felt like Heaven. You couldn’t even think but you did feel the pressure on your hips get very tight and warmth inside you. Jardani held you hard against him, releasing his seed into you with one of the hottest moans you thought you’ve ever heard. You were squeezing him so tight it was unreal.

He rocked your hips against his with his hands as your pussy convulsed and you milked his cock. You were in a daze, like you literally felt drunk. Jardani stopped moving you as he became too sensitive.

“I think I pissed on you.” You slurred against his chest.

The rumble of a laugh was felt on your cheek as your lover began to kiss the shell of your ear and then nibbled on your earlobe, rubbing your ass and back in soothing motions. Softly, he gave you a couple hickies on your neck, tickling you and making you squirm your neck away from him, but you’d always let him mark you. For as much as you told everyone it was nothing but sex you sure were proud to show off your fresh hickies.

“That was called squirting, my angel.” He said the term of endearment in Russian and then chuckled again when you tried to hit him but missed and hit the pillow.

Jardani tried to move you off him but instead you grabbed onto him and told him to stop. You left small kisses on his chest as you laid on top of him begging him to stay like that for a little while longer. Your body still jerked every so often and you couldn’t believe you were still orgasming. Your lover's cock was already softening inside you and you twirled his chest hair and pulled at it making him bat your hands away.

“I love you Jardani Jovonovich. I love you, I love you, I lo-“ You always said it after sex and he cut you off before you kept going.

“You’re just saying that because I just gave you an Earth shattering orgasm.”

You leaned up this time to learn forward into his face. He let out a groan at the movement from his cock still being inside you. You kissed him again as much passion as your physical body would allow, hoping he could feel everything you had been thinking and feeling. Only death could stop you from wanting to kiss him but even after that you knew you’d still reminisce about the feeling.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you while you were gone.” His heart throbbed at how shy you sounded. “I missed you so much.”

Jardani gave you a quick smooch.

“I missed you too, so much. You’re my reason to come home, my Goddess.” He pressed his nose against yours.

“Dani, I think this Goddess may have met the one human male that she could ever fall in love with.. Oh my god we can have little demi-god babies..” You smiled.

“If you don’t get off me that may be happening soon.”

You slid off of him sitting by his side. You didn’t look at him just at the wall as you thought. The cum that leaked out of you was warm and your heart had started to race. You wanted to run but you couldn’t move. Based on the way Dani was looking at you let you know he was too, lost in his own thoughts. Oh my god you were feeling so many emotions. What had that orgasm done to you?

Without even thinking you began to trace the scar on your shoulder. You wanted to just run away to the bathroom and cry but before you could you felt him adjust up so he was sitting behind you. his hand grabbed your wrist where he started to kiss your palm and fingertips. Jardani is so good, so nice. You wouldn’t cry even if you wanted to. That’s what you always told yourself but the past few years it’s felt like all you did.

“I’ve been thinking about it. While you were gone… A lot. Well more than a lot. I’m terrified it's going to end in hurt. Everything does.” You press your palms into your eyes and take a deep breath.

“I’m scared that if I make this real you’ll know the real me.”

“I already know the real you.” He kissed your cheek.

“I meant it though. I’m a pretty sick fuck but you make me feel some.. Not fucked up things. Besides the thought of killing anyone else who tried to get with you. You’re all mine, Jardani Jovonovich, if we do this. I’m scared.” You removed your hands from your eyes and he grabbed your wrist.

Ever since your capture you’d been going down a dark road. More cruel and unnecessary kills, being scarier and taking your anger out on anyone who got into your way. What if one day he gets sick of your actions, of your mental agony, and decides to leave after you let him in? His lips against your wrist made it hard to entertain those thoughts.

“Always. And I hope that means you’re all mine as well?” He kissed your palm again.

“Always.” You blurted out with no thought whatsoever.

He looked at you with a soft expression and then all of the sudden he was worried by the devious smirk on your face as you turned to face him fully.

“Now that's out of the way. We still aren’t dating. You have to take me on a nice date!” Demanding as ever, you wouldn’t have him ask you after sex!

Jardani smiled, showing off his slightly crooked teeth. There was his feisty girl. He laughed his rare but adorable laugh before wrestling you so you were under him. A yelp left you as he pinned you down and nibbled on your collarbone. There was no escape but you felt safe. You knew he’d let you go if you wanted him to.

When he was done assaulting your collar bones with his tongue, teeth and lips he looked up at you with a grin that took your breath away.

“Baby, I’ll take you on the best date of your life but first… I don’t think our little reunion is over yet.” He hinted at his hardening cock that slapped against your thigh.

“Well then,” you reached around to line his cock up with your entrance and guide his hips forward by digging your heels into his ass, “I’d say it’s time for round two.”

“I agree.”

By the end of the night, the two of you were well spent. You felt proud of yourself, for talking to him and for finally giving this whole relationship a chance. As Jardani got up to run you both a shower— excited for his date with you after you two washed and he convinced The Director to let you leave the theater— you couldn’t help but think about everything.

You two fought it for years and you just couldn’t believe it was one orgasm away from coming all together.

#john wick fanfic #john wick x reader #john wick x y/n #john wick x you #good lord I love this man

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trickstarbrave · 8 months

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concubine au part 8.... part 7 you can find here

uhhhh honestly this chapter is just filth. rly dirty smut ngl. im also still sick so i hope it's coherent but i had fun writing it. and nerevar at least has fun LOL

warning for like. pregnancy talk/kink i guess. but uhhhh thats been happening the last few chapters. not where i expected this to go as a story but okay

Voryn was gone for a while, both for the dinner which was as awkward as intended, and for the after dinner mingling and drinks as was custom when you were hosting guests.

A few hours flew right by, Nerevar napping for most of it. When he awoke, there was food waiting for him that he quickly scarfed down. He had been eating regular meals for a few weeks now with no issues, but part of his mind always savored the food. Too many times Anaryl would punish him with no food for the day, taunting him while he was hungry the whole while.

Still, the longer he was awake, the more anxious he got. Voryn was gone a while--had he not slept that long? Or had something gone wrong. It wasn’t long until his restless energy had him pacing and frustrated. He wished he was there right now, making sure everything was going to plan and listening in. He’d often attend dinner parties and such, listening carefully to all the gossip and formulating plans. Not doing that left him nervous, nearly shaking with pent up energy and worry.

When Voryn finally came in, Nerevar was more than relieved, even as Voryn immediately sat him down and began fussing over him.

“I told you to rest.” Voryn scolded him, his voice still gentle.

“I did.” Nerevar replied. “I napped, then I ate…” He sighed. “But I just couldn’t relax after that. You were out there, and I didn’t know what was going on, I couldn’t plan…”

“Shhh,” Voryn hushed him, “Everything went very well, Neht.” Voryn stroked his cheek, the affectionate and gentle touch helping relax Nerevar. “I can tell you all about it and we can think of a plan together, alright?”

“I’d… Appreciate that.” Now he just felt stupid getting so worked up over nothing. He knew Voryn could take care of himself, he just didn’t like not knowing what was going on, especially in such a difficult situation they were in.

“Here,” Voryn sat beside him, wrapping an arm around Nerevar. “Just relax for a moment, alright?” Voryn stroked his back through the comfortable sleeping robes he was wearing. “I won’t leave you here if it makes you this anxious, alright?”

“No, if you need to--”

“If I need to.” Voryn stressed. “I just had you stay here to rest, but I don’t want you to be nervous, alright?” Voryn then gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. “In the future I’ll try not to mingle with them without you.”

“What happened then?” Nerevar asked, after the shaking in his hands subsided. Voryn said it went well--maybe there was something Nerevar could use.

“Not much, but I think I sold our little act well.” Voryn explained. “Dres Galar thought he had something to use against me: the knowledge of the birth control you were taking.” Nerevar made a sour face. “He was hoping to use the fact the drug can cause infertility to either make my act slip, or persuade me to ship you back.”

“And what did you say?”

Voryn glanced away sheepishly. “I… Leaned into the role.” He began. “I figured the best way to approach it would be to give a very… Uncomfortable response.” He then coughed awkwardly. “Make myself seem to be quite the monster absolutely sick with want.”

“Come on, spit it out.” Nerevar prodded him, smiling slightly from how flustered he was getting.

“I told him I already knew about the drug and its effects.” That much was the actual truth. “And that I had the healers lie to you and say you were infertile.” Nerevar raised an eyebrow. “I then continued saying I… Intended to use it against you. You wouldn’t know to use protection if you thought you couldn’t conceive, and after you were lulled into a false sense of security…”

“Oh…” Nerevar’s cheeks were slightly flushed. Certainly, that would be a pretty unhinged thing to say that he didn’t think even Dres Galar saw coming. Still though, it would help further their act.

If only he could stop thinking about how weirdly arousing it was.

“Does that sort of talk bother you?” Voryn asked, no doubt concerned given the last time the subject of infertility was brought up Nerevar burst into tears for no reason.

“Not really,” Nerevar shook his head. “I know this is for our act, and you did really well playing it off like that. It does sell the whole dynamic we’ve made.” He hummed softly. “I think I can even come up with a few ways to play with that little idea you’ve thrown around.”

“Oh?” Voryn asked. “Already thinking of a new plan?”

Nerevar looked back at him with a sly grin.

“You’ll probably be working in your study again tomorrow right?” Voryn nodded, also grinning slightly back. “And you’ll want your concubine in there, at your side, to admire while you work until you take a break…”

“Go on.” Voryn replied, still rubbing circles on his back.

“A spy will at least be listening in, no doubt…” Nerevar climbed up on Voryn’s lap now, straddling him as Voryn’s hand trailed lower down his spine. “Wouldn’t it be fitting for a cruel man such as yourself to be fantasizing about it, whispering to your poor concubine how badly you wished I could have your baby… Taking delight in how I had no idea you were going to knock me up eventually?” He was practically purring in Voryn’s ear now, before Voryn’s hand dipped down to Nerevar’s ass now, groping him and earning a low groan from Nerevar’s lips.

“Naughty little thing…” Voryn whispered back. “That is an excellent idea, isn’t it?”

Nerevar was seated on the lounge in Voryn’s office, eagerly waiting. He was almost giddy with excitement, watching Voryn look over various reports, make notes, write in code, and sign documents. Occasionally they’d make eyes at each other, from friendly smiles to flirty glances, while Nerevar tried to keep himself entertained. But by this point he was barely reading the words, his eyes simply glazing over at the pages of his book, instead fantasizing. He even chastised himself for fantasizing too enthusiastically on multiple occasions, before that too faded as he instead could only think about what was to come.

Then finally—finally—Voryn set all of his papers aside, motioning for Nerevar to come closer. With a feigned sigh of annoyance he got up, moving to climb up onto Voryn’s lap and straddle him once more.

“My my,” Voryn remarked with a smirk, “You’re certainly well behaved today~”

“Just get it over with…” Nerevar groaned, though his hips were already squirming as Voryn’s hand began to slide up his thigh.

“You should know me better by now, Neht.” Voryn kissed gently at his neck. “I love indulging in you far too much to simply get it over with.” Nerevar shuddered as Voryn’s lips trailed down his sensitive neck in hot, wet kisses. He was already excited and trying desperately to keep his reactions under control, but fuck did Voryn make that a difficult task.

Then, Voryn’s hand slid up further, completely missing his arousal and instead rubbing gently at his lower stomach. Nerevar could have whined just from that, instead suppressing it by biting his lip. A spy from House Dres couldn’t see them in the privacy of the office, but they could hear so acting it out mostly would help make the sounds convincing.

“Mm… Gods,” Voryn nipped at his ear now, making Nerevar hiss sharply. “I wish you were pregnant with my child.” A full shiver ran down Nerevar’s spine hearing that. Voryn sounded so convincing, his voice trembling slightly.

“I can’t--” Nerevar hissed, still squirming, “Remember?”

“I’m so disappointed in you for using that damn drug…” Voryn gave an annoyed sigh. “You could have seriously hurt yourself.”

Nerevar was trying desperately to play along now, wishing more than anything that Voryn was touching him so much more than he already was. The gentle strokes on his skin weren’t enough--they were more teasing than anything.

“Ah…” Nerevar gasped softly as Voryn opened his robes to expose his chest, beginning to kiss down from his throat. “Would you prefer I’d have been forced to have that bastard’s child…?” He was trying his hardest to sound disgusted and annoyed, but that was so hard to manage when it felt so good.

“You know I would have loved any child you had.” Nerevar shivered again at that. “I’m certain any child you could have would be perfect.” His words were honey sweet, like someone talking to a lover, whispering sweet nothings and beautiful little promises.

“Stop it--” Nerevar groaned louder, before Voryn’s tongue flicked against a nipple.

“I’d have raised them as my own,” Voryn continued, “So long as I could have you…” One of his hands now slid up the back of Nerevar’s thigh, massaging the muscles. The words were honestly kind of touching, if he thought Voryn actually meant them. Certainly Voryn would ensure the kid had everything he needed, but he’d never go so far as to say Nerevar should have had a child he didn’t want. To keep the act up, Nerevar instead grit his teeth, pushing the warm, fuzzy feelings down.

“I don’t want a fucking child!” He growled, putting as much venom as he could into his words. “Especially not from that House Dres bastard--!” He channeled all the rage he felt when Anaryl would hold him down, mocking him. However, at his outburst, Voryn’s sharp nails pricked his thighs, digging in just enough that it started to hurt. At the small pricks of pain on his inner thighs he was groaning loudly, somewhere between pain and pleasure.

“Behave yourself…” Voryn scolded, before his hand instead moved up, slipping past Nerevar’s undergarments to his arousal. His lips then close around a nipple, swirling his tongue around it and the nice, gold studs Voryn had put on him. Nerevar was whimpering now as his lips pulled away, now gently nibbling on the sensitive bud, his fingers only teasingly stroking him. “Gods… You really do get off on me punishing you, don’t you?”

“I don’t--” Nerevar tried to argue, but was cut off with another nip to his chest, a pathetic sound falling out of his lips somewhere between a sharp cry and a choked whimper.

“Mm… Once again your body is honest…” Voryn purred. “You’re so wet for me…” Two fingers slid inside him, making him gasp and pant with desire, trying to rock his hips back against the sensation. “You were just as wet the first night I took you too… Laid out on my bed in chains, whipped until you could barely struggle, taking every inch of me into this perfect body of yours…”

“Stop it…” Nerevar groaned again. The mental image wasn’t unwelcomed though, all things considered. Maybe it was because he was already incredibly turned on, but the idea of being tied or chained up just for Voryn was also arousing.

“If I could,” Voryn began, his fingers moving faster, “I’d find a way to cure you. If you don’t want a child from that man, I’m certain you’d love one from me…” Nerevar gripped Voryn’s shoulders tighter as Voryn thrusted against the perfect spot, making his legs tremble. The noises spilling from his mouth were quickly turning to pleasure, as he felt his orgasm coming on. “Oh Neht…” Voryn's voice took on a new tone, this time desperate and sick with want. “You’d look so perfect, heavy with my child…” He moaned softly against Nerevar’s skin, before leaving another mark on his collarbone. “I’d finally have made your body all mine~”

Fuck, Nerevar was close. So damn close--he just needed a bit more, just a bit more--

Voryn suddenly slipped his fingers out, just as Nerevar reached the edge, earning a loud, angry cry. Still, he had no time to protest as Voryn quickly shoved his back to the desk, pulling his legs open.

Well, Nerevar hadn’t expected Voryn to actually fuck him on his desk. He thought it would be Voryn taking him on the lounge, or Nerevar riding him on the chair. However this was very welcomed, Nerevar more than eager to part his legs and lick his lips as Voryn quickly began tugging his own robes open and Nerevar’s underwear off. Still, Nerevar wanted to use the freedom he had knowing they weren’t being watched, and slid two fingers down to roll them around his dick as Voryn stripped down to nothing but his inner robes barely clinging to him. He made eye contact with Voryn as he did so, smirking the whole while, before Voryn pulled his hand away and pressed his cock inside.

“I want every part of you, Neht.” Voryn moaned, giving a few gentle thrusts at first. “I want to have you in a way no one else ever will…” The possessive tone of his voice was only exciting Nerevar more as Nerevar looped a leg around Voryn, clinging to him. “I love your anger, your tears, and every little moan of pleasure that spills from your lips…”

“Fuck~!” Nerevar groaned. It sounded like a hell of a love confession, one Nerevar desperately wanted to be true.

“No one else can love you like I can,” Voryn groaned, laying out over his body and pressing messy kisses to his jaw. “No one else deserves you--you perfect, dangerous, intoxicating thing…”

“Stop talking like that~” Nerevar moaned loudly, despite loving every second of it. “Stop talking like a lover while you--while you do this~”

“Oh? But I am your lover, aren’t I?” Voryn pressed a quick, messy kiss to Nerevar’s lips. “Mmm~ If I could marry you, I would… I’d make you my husband, Neht~” Nerevar shuddered and whined at the idea. House Dagoth would never allow it; Nerevar was legally a slave in the eyes of the public, barely good enough to warm Voryn’s bed. But gods he’d love to be clothed in House Dagoth’s robes, golden marriage mask on his face, and wedded to Voryn. “I only ever want children from you too…” Voryn nipped and sucked along his neck, as Nerevar felt his orgasm coming on once again. “I’ll pray to the three every damn day in hopes of a miracle--I’d even name your child my heir~”

He finally came, gasping and moaning under Voryn as Voryn continued to fuck him hard and fast, chasing his own completion. He continued to talk, moaning and whispering the sweetest things in Nerevar’s ears, but he was too far gone in his own pleasure to hear it. Every nerve in his body felt so wonderful, tingling and alight with pleasure.

“That’s it…” Voryn whispered as he too found release, listening to Nerevar moan once again. “So good for me, taking everything…” He then rubbed back and forth against Nerevar’s cock, making him gasp and tremble.

“S-stop…” He whined. “I can’t--”

“Yes you can,” Voryn cooed. “Cum for me, Neht.”

“I-I can’t~!” He was trembling, pleasure overwhelming him.

“I want to make sure my seed takes.” Voryn purred in his ear, earning a long, sharp whine. It was an old wives tale that an orgasm made you more likely to conceive. It was like he was actually trying to knock Nerevar up right now, holding him down, whispering and praising him the whole while, all while Nerevar could feel Voryn’s cum inside him.

“I can’t--get pregnant…” Nerevar groaned, his eyes rolling back slightly.

“It’s just a little fantasy, Neht…” Voryn whispered. “Just give me this…” Fuck, it was just like the little lie Voryn told to the noblemen from House Dres. That he intended to lie to Nerevar, lulling him into a false sense of security…

Nerevar covered his mouth with his hand as he came, muffling all the words spilling from his mouth. No doubt it would be incoherent babbling for the most part, but he didn’t want a spy hearing anything they shouldn’t.

“Good boy…” Voryn whispered in his ear. “Such a good boy for me…” Voryn peppered more kisses on his cheeks as he came down from the high of his orgasm for a second time. “Now, let’s get you all cleaned up for dinner…”

#nerevoryn #nerevar #voryn dagoth #concubine au #my writing #legit sitting here like...... hello #ngl i just writing and let the little blorbos guide my hand #i havent rly planned out shit for this so its just. going where it goes.

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apollo-just-ice · 7 months

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AGHHH HOW CAN THEY DO THAT TO ME, POSTING THE ENDING MOVIE TO BOOK 7 JUST LIKE THAT???

I was not prepared, not expecting it at alllllll….

Though it’s fitting, for a book about time, that it comes at a time when nobody saw it coming.

I’m a bit sad that it’s nearly time to say goodbye to Book 7… I know it wasn’t the most popular, but I still rather enjoyed it!! Even got a new favourite character out of it!

Now to copy paste my thoughts from twitter bc I am lazy lol:

I’ll miss you Book 7 thank you for bringing time travel storyline to feh it was really rather neat!!!Not a perfect book but when is there a perfect one rly.

I love u miss Seiðr u make me smile ur sense of hope is so precious and wonderful you are beautiful,,,

Love you my daughter Heiðr one of my fave FE characters now,,, wow you are so amazing, facing death knowingly and still choosing to be kind. To love. To be grateful for your life and what you have gotten to experience within it.

I also love your mint green hair hehe

And think it was a tragic chapter when the curse really took hold on u,,,, chilling, the full on gold art, the darkness and the serpent,,,, and how Seiðr had to mercy kill you,,,, a memorable moment for me indeed

Gullveig!!! So cool! Girlpower girlboss etc. Man do I love time travel etc and she sure represents it! And her whole gold serpent aesthetic is super cool. Even the tragedy behind her villainy is pretty darn cool. Golden Seer is awesome. Thank u Gullveig <3

Njörðr also was really cool!! I think his design was neat and he didn’t get the time (hahah time) needed to really develop his motives or anything but I think he was neat nonetheless and I appreciate his existence. Let’s hope he doesn’t take 10 years to get a playable version

Thank you Book 7!!!! I love you dearly all in all <333

#feh #fire emblem #fire emblem heroes #feh book 7 #feh heidr #feh heithr #feh heiðr #feh gullveig #feh seiðr #feh seidr #feh njordr #feh Njörðr

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honestlywtfisgoingon · 2 years

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When You Weren’t Looking — pt. 4/?

PROFESSOR!OBI-WAN X READER

PART 3

an au where you and you literature professor realize you both have things to learn about love, and yourselves, outside of class. (as we all know, this can only be done through a big scoop of angst and a smutty cherry on top)

description: you think that maybe being open to the idea of you and obi-wan isn’t such a terrible idea after all…lmao

warnings: language, angst, minimal editing, obi doing anything but being perfect

a/n: i’m ngl i don’t rly like this chapter but it’s a good setup for when it gets rly good…like RLY good ;)

words: 2,388

It was your first meeting of the week with Professor Kenobi— Obi-Wan, as he now asked you to call him. Truthfully, you were a bit nervous but also excited. He had started to see you as another adult rather than his student and you hoped he would continue to do so. Maybe, someday, he might see you as something even more.

Those were thoughts you had been pushing away for weeks now, but after the bar, you let yourself explore those ideas a bit more, well, maybe more than a bit. That was what you had intended to do, but you didn’t realize that letting those thoughts trickle out would make way for all of them to flood past the dam you had built. There was ample material for your daydreams since the weekend: the way he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you or his small compliments, but the moment you replayed the most was when he ran back to you before leaving just to tell you how wonderful you were, followed by him placing a kiss to your knuckles. his actions had given you more confidence and a bit of…hope. Still, you doubted it would ever happen, but you would let yourself indulge, maybe even flirt a bit.

it couldn’t hurt, right?

But that’s the thing, it could hurt, and it did.

When he walked in through the door, he brought a tenseness with him, the very opposite of what you expected. You couldn’t quite place it, but you could feel it.

“Hello,” you greeted him normally, hoping that everything would ease if you just went on as usual.

“Hello,” he said with a tight smile. He was rigid as he made his way to his side of the desk, pulling out his chair in a short straight movement. Only once he sat down did he behave less mechanically, letting out a small breath and opening up his laptop. It was the sort of reaction you have when you’re playing hide and seek and you’re so close to being caught, but you make it through undetected, filled with quiet but very momentary relief. The cycle would repeat, and the anxiety of being exposed would take over again. At the current moment, your anxiety was running rampant.

did I make him uncomfortable at the bar? is he embarrassed? should I be embarrassed?

your brows were furrowed and your chin was propped up on your fist. The realization of how angry you must’ve looked made you relax your expression and try to focus on what you came here for, which was work, of course, nothing else, nothing with silky auburn hair and a British accent. Leaning back, your eyes passed over a certain someone that just so happened to have silky auburn hair and a British accent, who you noticed was mirroring how you looked just a moment ago. when he broke his trance he looked up at you who quickly and poorly tried to cover up the fact that you were already staring.

“I feel as though there’s something we must discuss,” he spoke in such a formal tone. His hands were clasped together on the table and there was a look in his eye you couldn’t quite describe.

“What about?” you responded a moment later as though you had to break your focus from whatever productive task you were pretending to do. If you played a little dumb, he might feel the need to make it clear what he was thinking.

“y/n, I just…oh please don’t let me address the elephant in the room alone,” he pleaded. He knew you better by now, and you weren’t dumb. You couldn’t decide how to feel about that. It meant your attempt at forcing him to explain more had failed, but it was also nice to know he didn’t believe you were an idiot. You also weren’t going to torture the man by pretending any further.

“Friday?” it was pretty clear by now that that’s what had been sucking the air out of the room.

“Yes,” he answered quickly, glad that he didn’t have to bring it up all alone. “It’s just that…well I’d like to apologize. My behavior was completely out of bounds,”

“Professor, please don’t apologize,” you opted to call him his formal title, thinking that perhaps he had only meant it when he was drunk. the sadness you felt over that was pushed aside by concern once you saw how just how strong his guilt was on his face. it made you want to run your hands over his features softly, just until his eyes and his forehead became peaceful again under your touch.

it was so predictable. you should’ve known you would get attached in a span of only days, and yet you let yourself go. sure it was only to the idea of him, but it didn’t make you feel better.

“At the bar,” he took a breath to compose himself before continuing, “I’m sorry. It was completely unacceptable of me, and embarrassing to think about if I’m being honest.

“I never should have let myself go like that and I was very forward with things I didn’t mean,” he had hoped for a quick answer, each moment of this conversation feeling like an hour in his head.

He got his wish. “‘Didn’t mean?’”you let slip out. You didn’t feel hopeful, you felt foolish. The look in his eye that your couldn’t quite place earlier could be quite plainly identified: regret

“Well, I did mean it when I said you could call me Obi-Wan,”

ah yes, that makes me feel so much better.

There was silence.

“Please, will you grant me forgiveness? I sincerely apologize for my unprofessionalism,” he lowered his head. It really was sincere as the words almost seemed to hurt him to say.

You didn’t know how right you were. It hurt him to hurt you, to lie to your face as he knew very well that he had meant every word he said that night.

this is for the better, dear one

“of course professor,”

why am I being so passive-aggressive?

You weren’t mad about the bar, but at the things he was saying now. There wasn’t anything particularly wrong with his apology, in fact, you could see where he was coming from. Usually, you could control your reactions, never allowing anything to get to you, and yet, everything he did seemed to get to you in one way or another. He had such an effect on you, it didn’t matter if it was positively or negatively. This time though, it was quite clear to both of you that it was negative.

“I can’t help but feel as though I’m not actually forgiven,” he sighed.

I can forgive him, but that would only be for his sake. He’s not a total asshole after all, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t speak my mind.

“It’s just that, well, you had told me that you valued our time together, or something along those lines. I don’t know why, it’s silly of me I guess, but it meant something to me,” your voice had dropped, causing him to step forward in order to hear you, and the last thing you needed was to be closer to him.

“Darling I meant it,” your professor was almost begging you to believe him. He wore a look of genuine sadness that quickly retreated behind a blank one as he covered up his emotions, not unlike the way you had just done. “I do think our time was valuable. I have seen your growth firsthand, therefore I don’t think there is a need for you to finish your essay now. Not to worry, I will still be raising your grade and giving you the extra credit I promised in exchange for your help,” The way he said it, it was all so…definitive. How do you respond to that? Answer: you don’t, so you didn’t. Another round of silence fell over you two, this time far more uncomfortable for him as he fidgeted every so slightly.

“So what does that mean for my position?” you asked only out of mercy for his nails, which he had been picking at.

“Position?”

“Well, my help. After classes,”

“As I said, there is no need. You’ll be happy to have your time back I presume,” he tried to avoid making any of it sound harsher, but no matter what he tried, the words were still the same.

“Oh, um, yes. Thank you very much professor,” he just nodded at you. He didn’t speak, not wanting to chance to say something that could possibly make this even more painful. Another round of silence; but it was the last. It had effectively ended the conversation.

You stood there for a second even though you had nothing to say, finally processing the reality of what had happened, and you decided that it sucked. Unlike a few weeks ago, when you walked out of his office and down the hall, you weren’t smiling.

Padme and Anakin are staff too but they don’t get hung up on “professionalism shit”…or use it as an excuse. But hey, just because Obi—Professor Kenobi, decided to block me out doesn’t mean I have to do the same to them.

It was true, they weren’t him, plus you liked them, and honestly, there weren’t many people that you liked.

Muscle memory guided you down the path that you always took to and from his office, the other end being the parking structure. It was both the quickest and most scenic route, passing straight through the campus and the quad. Not having to focus on your steps meant you had more than enough space in your mind to sift through everything that concerned the stupid man with carrot hair and a silly accent.

The thing that interrupted your thoughts was the change in temperature and the fluttering of the lighting. You looked up to see the large tree providing you sudden shade and filtering the sunlight, leaves moving in the wind to create funny little spots on the concrete. You realized how tense you were and sat on a bench that happened to be right next to you, taking a deep breath. It didn’t do as much for your brain as it did for your body, all those thoughts rushing back. After a moment of having your head propped up the hand held up by an elbow on your knee, brows furrowed, looking very uncannily like a statue you once saw, “The Thinker”, you decided on a word to describe how you felt—

“Hey are you ok?” you heard above you. Looking up you squinted at someone, a ray of sun was behind him, offering only a view of his silhouette and bright light in your eye.

“What?” you answered in a rather short tone.

“I know I don’t know you, I’ve just seen you in my lit. class before, but I figured someone should ask,” the man shrugged. You thought you just couldn’t make out who it was because of the lighting, but he just confirmed that he really was a stranger, and that didn’t exactly make you react any better.

“Ask what?”

“Well, are you good? Sometimes nobody asks,” you couldn’t deny that there was something about him. He seemed to genuinely care.

“And a stranger’s the one to do it?” leaning back, you appraised him; tall, lean, athletic, but what stood out the most to you was how his hair was a dark brown except for the streak of gold that hung in his eye just now. It might’ve just been dye, but it looked nice on him. In fact, you were noticing that most things about him looked nice.

“We’re not strangers if we sit in the same room together for 7 hours a week,” he reasoned, which only caused you to lift a brow at him.

“you forgot about the 70 people in between us, you scoffed, but in a gentle and more joking manner than how you spoke a bit ago.

“Well if I knew your name they wouldn’t even be a factor,” smooth.

“Alright, it’s y/n. Are we going to be best friends now?” you said with playful sarcasm. He did act as though you and he were closer than you were.

“Ferus. Olin. And yes, but only out of pity,” your brows were still raised, but the corner of your lip began to quirk up. he was kind of…funny.

“for me or you?” you quipped.

He paused, pretending to ponder. “We could be partners instead. For Kenobi’s group project,”

“Oh shit,” you had forgotten about that project, too focused on the one who was going to be grading them.

“Hey, sorry, didn’t mean to stress you out there. You’re alright though, it’s still a few weeks away. Still, you know what he’s like,” Ferus waved his hand casually.

“‘what he’s like?” you repeated his words back to him, not knowing what he was implying, but you were prepared to defend him.

Professor Kenobi might be weird and confusing, but there’s no way you can say he’s not amazing…an amazing teacher of course. exactly what I meant.

“I just mean he has high expectations. but I haven’t found anyone else out of the 70 either,” you relaxed at his response about Obi-Wan.

“ok, yeah why not?” you agreed because, well, Ferus wasn’t wrong, and you were planning on earning an A+ from Professor Kenobi. You didn’t know if you wanted to show him you were unaffected and intelligent in your own right, or if you wanted his attention and approval.

Ferus pulled out his phone, leaving you to wonder why he suddenly decided to text someone in the middle of a conversation. You realized once he had extended it to you that he had been unlocking it and creating a contact for you. He had already put in your name but there was still a space for you to fill it with your number.

“For academic purposes only,” he winked. You couldn’t deny you were a bit taken aback.

“It better be,” you joked as you handed it back to him once you were done. All he did was smile at you.

You didn’t remember what word you were going to use to describe how you felt before because now you felt something else.

PART 5

#obi wan kenobi #obi wan #obi wan and anakin #obi wan kenobi x y/n #star wars #obi wan smut #obi wan x reader #aotc #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan fluff #obi wan kenobi au #star wars au #professor!obi wan #obi wan au #ferus olin #padme #anakin skywalker

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