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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Worship

Summary | Sex with Bucky comes in a variety of flavors, but sometimes it's all about the connection and intimacy.

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.6k

Warnings | language, smut - oral (f receiving), piv, body worship - 18+ only, minors DNI

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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“Hey Sugar,” Bucky’s voice was low and raspy as soon as he walked in through the door and dropped his bag onto the floor. He spotted you on the couch, working on something on your laptop as you had something mindless playing in the background. Bucky felt lighter than he had in days as you gave him the sweetest smile before slamming your laptop shut, tossing it to the side, and running over to him.

“Bub!” you threw your arms around his neck before jumping in his arms. Bucky picked you up with almost no effort and spun you around as you buried your face into his neck. He slowly set you down before grinning at you and cradling your face in his hands and pulling you in for a slow, gentle kiss, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he whispered as his hands found your waist and he just watched you, grounding himself in your presence. you reached up and put your hand on his face, swiping your thumb over his cheek as you studied him. His ocean eyes softened as he was once again reminded of how much he loved you, “nothing’s better than getting to come home to you.”

“What about coming home to me and fresh baked chocolate chip cookies?” you raised an eyebrow as he immediately turned to go and look into the kitchen. He spied the foil covered plate as you just laughed at him, “welcome home, James. I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispered as he stole another saccharine kiss from your lips, “you are so beautiful.”

“You’re not too bad yourself, Sarge,” you playfully swatted his chest, feeling a flush of warmth well up in your cheeks, “don’t look at me like that, James.”

“Let me make love to you,” he asked as he ran a hand down your spine, letting it rest just above the curve of your bum, “let me show you how much I love you.”

“James,” his name got caught in your throat as you just nodded before looking at him with wide, innocent eyes, “please.”

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Bucky crashed his lips onto yours, soft and gentle, but still hungry and needy at the same time. He cradled the back of your head as he held you close to him, his lips never leaving yours as you both grew breathless. Once you were dizzied from his touch, practically drunk from his taste, he rested his forehead against yours before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you towards the bedroom.

He opened the door slowly and laid you gently on the big bed, on top of the soft duvet. You sighed wistfully as you laid against the soft pillows and watched him closely. He had literally just gotten home and he was already thinking of you and only you. What a man.

Tugging at the hem of his tight black t-shirt, Bucky quickly pulled it off and tossed it to the side, allowing you to freely stare at him. You bit your lip to hold back any sounds as you watched him repeat the process with his jeans, leaving him in only his tight boxer-briefs. How was anyone allowed to be this handsome?

“I know what you’re thinking, sugar,” he whispered softly as you stuck your tongue out at him, “but tonight is about you. Let me love you.”

Before you could respond, he sat at the foot of the bed, next to your still clothed body. A large hand rested on your calf, as stroked his thumb over the soft fabric of your pajama pants. His eyes never left yours as he leaned over and pressed soft kisses to your leg. It was just such a small, but intimate gesture that caused a shiver to run up your spine.

“James,” you swallowed the lump in your throat as he watched you like you had hung the moon and stars. He’d looked at you that same way from the day he’d met you until now. This man was whipped for you.

“I like these,” he pulled at the drawstring of your silly little cartoon Star Wars pants as your breath hitched in your throat, “but I think they’d look even better off. May I?”

“Yes,” you lifted your bum ever so slightly to assist him in pulling them off. His touch was gentle and feather-light as he tugged the pants off your legs and tossed them onto the floor along with his clothes. The situation was almost laughable; he’d come home while you were in silly pajama bottoms, old granny panties, and maybe the rattiest t-shirt you had but he was still looking at you as though you were the personification of beauty itself.

“You’re thinking much too loudly,” he whispered as a hand rested on your hip, rubbing gentle circles on your soft skin, “despite what you’re thinking and no matter what you’re wearing, you are still the most beautiful thing in this world. “

He played with the waistband of your panties, eyes seeking yours for permission to pull them down, which you easily granted. They quickly joined the growing pile as you watched him with a sweet smile. Bucky pushed your legs apart lightly, settling in between them as he ran his hands, one soft and warm and one cool and firm up and down your skin. He was taking you in, reminding himself of how soft and gentle you were, how opposite of him. You were so soft, and delicate, essentially at his mercy but you trusted him completely - loved him. It was still something that shocked him to no end.

Slowly bending over, he trailed a line of kisses up your legs, alternating between left and right before stopping just before reaching the apex of our thighs. He grinned at you before pressing a kiss to your hips and pushing up your t-shirt. You could help the small giggle that escaped your lips as he wiggled his eyebrows at you before you leaned up and let him peel the shirt from your frame. Bucky pulled you towards his face and slowly kissed you, a deep, passionate thing as he licked your lips to gain access to your mouth. You moaned into his mouth as you gave him access and let him take control. Like most things, Bucky did everything thoroughly and kissing you was no exception.

Even after all the time you had been together, it was enough to make your toes curl and butterflies erupt in your stomach as you memorized every touch, taste, and feel. It was like you were still falling in love with him all over again every single day.

“James,” his name was like a sacred whisper flowing from your lips as you laid back down and let him loom over you. He lifted his vibranium hand, hesitating for just a moment before you nodded lightly, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek. Bucky’s heart felt like it was fit to burst with the trust you put in him; you’d never once hesitated or showed any signs of fear when it came to black and gold metal arm. You’d loved on it and him, many times before, reminding him that it was nothing to be ashamed or scared of, it was just a part of him.

“Look at you,” he whispered as stroked your cheek as you just keened into his touch, “my girl. You are all the best parts of me.”

“And you are my everything,” you pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand before sighing contentedly. He leaned down and kissed your lips before slowly moving to your jaw and down your neck before stopping at your collarbones. He nuzzled his nose against your skin, inhaling your warm scent before you felt him smile. He swiped his nose against your pulse point before lightly nipping at tender skin and pressing kisses to both of your shoulders, “such a tease!”

“No,” he promised, “I’m just taking my sweet time with you, sugar.”

“Mhmm,” you bit back a delicate moan as his mouth found your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple as you arched into his touch. His other hand massaged your other breast as you reached for his free hand, lacing your fingers together. Bucky took his sweet time, lavishing attention to both breasts, leaving you breathless and aching for his touch between your legs.

Bucky made sure to leave plenty of gentle love-bites across your skin that would color you in constellations of purples and pinks for days. Everyone would know you were his, and you would probably display them as you normally did.

He lifted your arm and trailed his lips from your wrist to your shoulder, mapping out each little mark, freckle, and scar with love from his lips. Your eyes fluttered closed as you let his touch overwhelm your senses and drown you in love. It was quiet, with the only sounds being the soft evening breeze rustling the curtains and the sound of your soft moans followed by his lips mapping out your skin.

His soft touch stopped at your shoulder before he proceeded the same on your other arm. There was something so gentle and intimate about this; the silence but sweetness of him loving on every part of you. Sex with Bucky was always good, in whatever flavor it came in. Some days it was rough and needy, fast and hard, and some days it was gentle and sweet. But there were the days when it was just so slow and loving - it wasn’t about the end result or finishing at all even, it was all about the love and affection you held for one another. There was nothing but the need to be together, holding each other closely. Some days that was enough more than enough. There were a lot of things in the world that left you confused and doubtful, but the one thing you never doubted was Bucky’s love or devotion to you.

“I love you,” he trailed his soft, plush lips across your collarbones before stopping at the hollow of your throat, “my sweetest girl. Light of my life.”

“Silly man,” you giggled as you pulled him up for a kiss to your lips, carding a hand through his dark locks as you lightly scratched at his scalp, “I love you more than life itself.”

“I know that despite all the horrible things I was forced to do, I did something right,” he brushed the hair away from your face and smiled at you, “I did something right - I got you.”

Your mouth opened slightly as you looked at him in pure awe. Even after all this time, this man still made you feel like nothing else in this world mattered besides you. Before you could even attempt to rebut his declaration, he gently straddled your waist as he sat back and admired you.

His eyes were dark with list, but not of the animalistic kind, but the yearning, gentle kind. He was surprisingly light for a man of his size and stature and his touch feather light as he ghosted his fingers over your body.

"Beautiful," he whispered more to himself than anything else as he lavished your ribs and tummy with more love. You swore that his plush lips grazed over every inch of your skin. It was the best feeling you could ever imagine and you wished you could spend an eternity like this, “I wish you could see yourself the way I do.”

“And what about you?” you replied softly as you touched his cheek, “my love.”

His large hands gripped your hips before he sat back on his haunches and looked at you for permission to continue. You gave him a soft nod before he slotted himself between your thighs as he tenderly massaged your soft flesh. Slowly bringing his warm hand between your legs, he dragged a finger through your already soaked folds, listening to the way your breathing changed with each little touch. Bucky was being slow and deliberate with each movement, wanting to make this feel as good as possible for you.

His deft finger circled your sensitive bud, encouraging you to let our moans be heard, to never hold back how you were feeling with him. Once you had slowly started to move your hips in time with his ministrations, he slipped a finger inside your entrance, causing you to gasp lightly in surprise. Bucky beamed at how responsive you were to his touch, whispering soft praise against your chest as he leaned down to kiss you. Only when he was sure you were ready did he add another finger in, curling them both perfectly to just hit your spot. You were biting down on your lip to keep from crying out at the feeling but he just nuzzled his nose against your neck, “c’mon baby, let me hear you. Want to hear all your pretty little sounds.”

You let go as he kissed along your neck, leaving soft little hickies for the world to see. He adored you; the way your mouth fell open in a small little o and your eyes were half lidded as you looked back at him. You were so fucked out and he’s barely touched you.

“Can I taste you?” he asked as he slowly pulled his hand away from your cunt, leaving you to whimper at the loss of feeling his fingers. He reached for your hand with his vibranium one and entwined your fingers together, bringing them to rest above his heart so you feel its steady rhythm. He let it rest there for a few moments as you let the strong beat ground you in reality before he pressed a small kiss to each finger. You watched him in awe as he settled himself between your legs, and you could already feel his warm breath fanning over your dripping cunt.

He wasted no time in diving in, licking a stripe up your wet folds and lapping up all of your juices. His hands had slipped under your backside and were delicately massaging your bum as he ate you like a man starving. The man was talented with his fingers but with just his mouth, he was able to perform pure magic. He alternated between liking and sucking at your sensitive clit, making you card a hand through his dark hair as you moaned his name. You could feel smirking against you as his tongue dived into your entrance, causing your eyes to almost roll back in your head.

You reached down and pressed his face against you, wanting to feel all of him at once as the tight coil in your belly continued to grow and grow. He stopped for a moment, resting his head on your thigh as he watched you with soft lidded eyes. You looked so beautiful as you slowly came undone. You opened your eyes and stuck your tongue out at him before the two of you burst into a fit of laughter. You’d known, for a long time really, that what you had with Bucky was real and true when you’d have moments of silliness during such intimate moments.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he breathed softly before trailing wet kisses to the inside of your thigh and on your mound. You made a small sound of content as he ghosted his mouth over your cunt, offering you a few more wet, sloppy kisses to where you needed him most.

“And you’re so good at that,” you put your hand on the back of his neck as you pulled up towards your face. His lips and stubble were glistening with your slick, the sweet nectar that he could never seem to get enough of. You pulled him down and offered him sloppy, needy kisses of your own, savoring the taste of yourself on his tongue, “I want to feel you, James. Want you to come with me.”

“You sure?”

“Mhmm,” you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled down to your aching cunt, grinding your hips against his hardness. He groaned, the sound seeping deep into your soul at the friction his body was craving, “want you to feel good too, baby.”

“Always thinkin’ of me,” he hastily reached down and discarded his boxers, leaving you both finally naked and grinning at each other.

“Of course,” reaching between your warm bodies, you pumped his hard, weeping cock a few times before lining him up at your entrance, “I happen to love you, silly man.”

“I love you,” he whispered as he pushed all the way in, stopping only when he bottomed out. It took a moment to get used to the familiar stretch before you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down against your body. A small whimper left your lips as he started to move slowly, neither of you in a hurry to finish. He buried his face in the crook of your neck as he whispered gentle words against your skin, words meant more for himself than anything else as he felt your walls start to clamp tighter around him with each roll of his hips. You met him move for move as you let him make love to you.

“James,” you whispered softly in his ear as you turned his face towards yours as you kissed him deeply. You felt his cock twitch as you just grinned at him between kisses. You would have done anything to see that smile; it was beautiful and his eyes were soft as he watched you closely, “let go for me, baby. You’ve been so good to me - come on.”

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” his movements started to stutter slightly as his own bliss started to wash over him. The lazy little half smile on your face was enough to make his heart stutter; he was so in love with you, just as you were with him, “you comin’ with me?”

“Always,” you promised softly as your whole body warmed up and you left your release wash over you. Your velvet walls hugged him so tightly that he couldn’t help but come as well, spilling inside you as he moaned into your mouth, “James.”

His hips moved slowly against yours as he worked you both through your orgasms, wanting to relish in the feel of you for as long as he could. He wanted every inch of your skin touching his skin; to him there was almost no better feeling.

Once he tried to move off of you, you shook your head and made a small nuh uh sound and snaked your arms around his middle, holding him tightly against your body. You both laughed as he kissed your cheek before effortlessly rolling onto his back and pulling you on top of him so he couldn’t crush you. Laying down on top of him, resting your head on his chest as you played absentmindedly with the dog tags he always wore, bringing the cool metal to your lips and kissing them. His heart fluttered at the small, but intimate gesture.

“You’re going to have to move, sugar,” he whispered as you pouted at him, “lemme clean you up and then I’m all yours.”

“Hurry,” you teased as he slowly pulled out of you, causing you to whine at the loss of him. He quickly came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned the mess between your legs and his before quickly getting back into bed.

“Always take such good care of me,” you threw the blanket over him as you curled up around him, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll never have to worry about that,” he promised softly as you peppered feather-light kisses of your own against his chest, finding each little freckle and showing it affection. He grinned at your actions before you straddled his waist and looked down at him. You were like heaven above him, looking down and casting him in your light, “you must be an angel.”

“And you must be a fool.”

“A fool for you,” you threw your head back in laughter at his little joke as his hands found purchase on your waist.

“James - Bucky,” you laid back on top of him, making it so you could hear his heart beating in your ear. You took his hand, placing your palm against his as you look at the difference in size before slotting your fingers through his. You studied the black and gold vibranium of his arm before ghosting your lips over where flesh met metal. You knew that some days it still caused him pause when he looked at himself, but you’d never once hesitated to touch him or showed any fear towards him, “you are my everything. I love you more than all the moon and stars and then some more.”

“I love you too, sugar,” he wasn’t sure if he’d ever left more calm or relaxed than in that moment. His whole world was right there, on top of him, in his arms. He couldn’t have asked for anything better, “rest now. The world can wait.”

“Promise me something?”

“Anything.”

“We’ll always have each other - this?”

“Always.”

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parvulous-writings · 3 years

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Soot // Liu Kang X Reader

Request: Tumblr seems to know I'm on a Mortal Kombat kick and showed me some of your work for it. They're wonderful!I was hoping you could indulge a bit? How about Liu Kang with the prompt, "Shh, stop fussing. I like how your hair feels when you wash it."Poor boy in the movie looks like his hair is constantly being singed and washed with soot.

Requested by: @rhyske

Summary: Some fluffy Liu Kang, using the prompt "Shh, stop fussing. I like how your hair feels when you wash it."

Warnings: none

Words: 1.4K

Notes: Am I on a Mortal Kombat rampage? Yes. My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!

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A day’s training was always a grind. It wasn’t that you truly lacked motivation, or the energy to train alongside him, it was just so repetitive. Day in, day out, the same motions, occasionally with a different training partner. Even with Liu Kang, your favourite sparring partner, sessions seemed to drag on for much longer than they actually did. You didn’t know what it was, but Liu let you leave the fight pit around mid morning, much earlier than usual. “I can see your restlessness.” He told you, “Perhaps you need a change of routine?” He suggested, and who were you to argue? He was most likely right, and you knew it. “I have a few things to do myself, today,” He told you, “So spend your free time as you wish.” He gave a brief, respectful bow, before striding off down a hallway and out of sight. What he could possibly need to do besides his rarely uncompleted chores was beyond you; he had always completed his chores long before everyone else had gotten up, he worked like clockwork. He was up at least two hours before dawn, just to make sure that he had enough time to finish off his allotted chores. It never changed. You tried not to think too much on what he could be doing, and instead tried to focus on clearing your mind, on something other than daily life in the temple.

You went to sit on one of the high balconies of the temple, your eyes scanning over the horizon, it’s greenery and it’s barrenness. It was almost amusing, how diametrically opposed the horizon seemed to be, how conflicting it was. It showed how fickle the world could be- in it’s natural state, as well as it’s man-made counterpart. But the man-made portion could be brushed off, easily explained away; whilst the natural confliction... That was harder to explain, and there was beauty in that. It comforted and relaxed you, lulling you into a state of peace. Your eyes drift closed as your muscles find more relaxation than they had in a long time, even during late, peaceful nights. You don’t know how many hours it had been when you finally come to again. All you could tell is that it has been a fair while- the sun only just peaked through the clouds and the mountains in the distance, painting what you could see of the sky marvelous shades of rose, and merigold. Though you were momentarily transfixed by the beautiful sight, you forced yourself to push away from where you had ended up nesting, taking a moment to regain your footing; you made sure that you didn’t fall over when your head spun slightly by placing a palm against the wall, perhaps it was not such a good idea to rise from your resting place so suddenly.

You start to wind your way through the endless corridors of Raiden’s temple, trekking your way through the structure until you arrived at the communal dining area. Not a cafeteria or canteen in the Western sense, but a large room where all the inhabitants of the temple could eat with their cohorts and companions during mealtimes. It was often used as a meeting place for more trivial matters amongst the monks, as well, as it was a landmark in some sense of the word. Only one other person occupied the space at the current time, and you sure didn’t mind his company. It was, of course, none other than Liu Kang. You slide into the seat next to him after grabbing yourself a few, dry snacks, leaving ample space between you both so that you didn’t intrude on his personal boundaries, you were aware of how highly he valued them outside of the fight pit and other training areas. He glanced to you, giving a subtle nod, and a tiny smile. You didn’t need words to greet each other, and you hadn’t done for a long time. There was something different about him, though. You couldn’t quite place it at first, but then it struck you. The side of his face and just under his his nose, frequent contact points of his face, were clean, not clad with specks of soot as they normally were. You looked a bit closer, and saw that his hair- usually clumped together, bound by soot and other fire-based grime- was back in it’s natural, clean state, a few individual strands flowing free in the gentle breeze from a few open-arch windows just behind the pair of you. You start to smile lightly, you always felt your heart beat just that little bit faster when you saw he was taking even a few minutes to look after himself rather than anyone else. He was such a selfless soul, to the point where he often neglected himself. You shuffle a little bit closer to him, which he didn’t mind- he thought you were trying to get warm, as you often did when you sat next to him, whether you were aware of it or not. Your hand starts to snake up over his shoulder to the raven hued strands, and Liu doesn’t notice at first. It isn’t until you carefully tugged at his hair that it got his attention.

His eyes move to you, and he isn’t sure whether to move away from you or not. “What... What are you doing?” He questioned, his voice not much more than a whisper. His furrowed brows conveys his confusion, and it was a rather adorable look on him. He started to move his hand to take your wrist, his prayer beads clacking quietly, “(Y/N)?” He asked when he got no response from you, and you carefully bat his hand away. "Shh, stop fussing. I like how your hair feels when you wash it." You tell him, and he seems genuinely surprised by the news. “You do?” Liu pauses briefly, lowering his hand, placing it back down on the table, by his bowl of soup. “You noticed?” He asked, tilting his head ever so slightly as he spoke. “Of course I noticed!” You laugh gently, shaking your head at him a little bit. Your hand moved higher into his hair after his silent nod of consent, and you smile slightly as the pads of your fingers massaged his scalp. “You’re usually covered head to toe in soot...” You tease, causing him to smile along with you. “The drawbacks of a fire arcana...” He mused, sighing contentedly as you run your fingers through his hair. It’s a heavenly feeling for him, your touch is perhaps the only one he is accustomed to in this intimate way.

“Perhaps you should wash it more often.” You suggested playfully to him, and he chuckles in amusement. He turns his head ever so slightly, so that he could look at you and still have your hand in his hair. “I hardly think that there’s time for that.” He said to you, half serious about the statement. “Of course there is.” You tell him, still smiling warmly. “If not... You can get up just a little bit earlier to do it every other day.” You teased him, pulling your hand away from his scalp as you spoke, so you could nudge his shoulder gently. He nudged you back, though it was considerably weaker than your initial bump. “Perhaps...” He mused, mentally entertaining the idea for a brief moment. “If not... I can always do it for you in the evening.” You offered, shrugging lightly as he gave you a look as if to say ‘are you sure?’

You sat quietly together for a moment, both of your hands moving into his hair as he shuffled round to lay across your lap, wanting to make the most of the moment and the feeling of you being so sweet to him. His eyes start to close as his muscles lose most of their tension, his breathing becoming even and the epitome of calm. For a moment, you could have sworn he had fallen asleep there- not that you would have minded all that much. “Liu?” Your whisper broke the comfortable sheen of silence that had fallen over the pair of you. He hummed quietly in response, his eyes not opening, and he felt too relaxed to reply verbally just yet. “Should we get back to training, soon?” You asked him, and he sighs quietly. “Alright... But let us just have a little while longer like this.” He tells you, patting your thigh gently. You smile down at his peaceful expression, and though you didn’t want to disturb him, you knew you would get in trouble with Lord Raiden if you slacked off for too long. “Okay... Five more minutes?” You suggested to him, and he nods slightly in reply. “Five more minutes.” He confirms.

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the-scandalorian · 3 years

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Tempered Glass: Chapter 7

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader Rating: M (will become explicit) Word Count: 5.5k Warnings: slow burn, canon-typical violence, cursing, pining, Din in suspenders, fluff Summary: Din takes a job with his old crew, and you and the kid wait for him on Arvala-7. Notes: Sorry this took me forever!

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Image from The Art of Star Wars: The Mandalorian

After you left the atmosphere of Tatooine and jumped into hyperspace, Din swiveled his chair around to face you in the copilot’s seat.

“I should take a job. Everything we made went to Peli, and I don’t like being low on credits. There’s a crew I used to run with...I can reach out to them...” he hesitated then added, “but you and the kid can’t come with me.”

“What do you mean I can’t come with you?”

He sighed, shoulders dropping. “I mean, I don’t trust them enough for you and the kid to come.”

“If you don’t trust them, wouldn’t it be better to have backup?”

“I just—,” he looked away, “I don’t want them to know either of you exist.”

“If you don’t trust them, should you be taking a job with them?”

“We don’t have a lot of options.”

“I could get work somewhere. We could go somewhere safe enough for a few weeks. There are some places where I have contacts, and non-bounty hunting work is usually less conspicuous.”

“I don’t think we should stay anywhere that long right now.”

“But—”

“I’ll feel better if you and the kid are safe together.”

“I—”

When he bowed his head in a silent appeal, your determination crumbled.

“Ugh, fine.”

He sighed in relief, reaching out to rest his hand on your knee briefly. His touch was reassuring.

“But, just so you know, this is only going to work once, so don’t think that my staying back with the kid is going to be a regular thing.”

He removed his hand and turned back around to face the viewport.

“I am taking your silence as tacit agreement,” you said to the back of his helmet.

He chose to ignore that, fiddling with the controls instead.

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Now that you’d both admitted you wanted to stay together, abandoning the pretense of strategy and convenience all together, things were a little off between you and Din. Neither of you were used to being vulnerable, so conversations were slightly stunted again. You found yourself being overly polite, and Din was doing the same.

That first night back on the Crest, he offered you his bunk.

“I’m not taking your bed. You need it to take off your helmet.”

Besides the unshakable lingering chill of the hull, sleeping there wasn’t that bad. You usually slept with every sweater you owned on and that kept you warm enough.

“Use it when I’m not. You shouldn't have to sleep on the floor.”

“Sure, thanks,” you agreed, knowing you’d never take him up on that. You didn’t want to be on a different sleep schedule than he and the kid.

You did try to nap with the kid in Din’s bunk the next day because there wasn’t all that much to do in hyperspace. As soon as you lay down, though, you knew it was a mistake. First of all, it was crazy uncomfortable (somehow not better than the literal floor and the close walls made it slightly claustrophobic), and second—and far more importantly—it smelled overwhelmingly like Din. It smelled like his pine-y soap and beskar and blaster residue and leather and whatever else made up his infuriatingly good scent. It conjured images of crackling fires and golden skin and warm embraces and taut muscles.

Shit.

There was no chance you were going to be able to fall sleep when all you could think about was him.

The kid, on the other hand, was snoozing contentedly beside you. When you’d fully given up on napping, you edged your way out the bunk carefully, doing your best not to wake him.

Din was sitting in the hull on a long crate against the wall, cleaning his blaster, the pieces spread out next to him. Usually, when you were in the hull at the same time, you’d find a place across from him. Instead, you purposefully sat next to him, drawing your knees up to your chest and leaning against the wall.

You decided you were going to push through this awkward phase and make things not weird right there, right then. And you were going to do that the best way you knew how.

He tilted his helmet toward you momentarily then refocused on the blaster in his hand.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes,” he said, running a rag along the barrel.

“How does one develop a catchphrase? Does it happen organically or is there an iterative brainstorming process?”

Din paused, sighing dramatically, set his blaster and the rag down next to him, and pushed himself back until he was also leaning against the metal wall. His helmet clunked slightly as he relaxed it back. “This is the way is not a catchphrase. It’s a tenet of the Creed.”

“And ‘I can bring you in warm or I can bring you in cold’ is also a tenet of the Creed?”

He lolled his helmet to the side, looking down at you. “Okay, fine, that one isn’t,” he conceded.

“So you admit it—you have at least one catchphrase that you regularly use on bounties.” You smirked up at him.

Without missing a beat, Din fixed you with that unreadable visor and quipped: “I’ve been told I have a sexy voice. I’m just giving the people what they want.”

Your jaw dropped, a shocked laugh echoing through the hull. You had planned on teasing him and had not expected him to turn it around on you so smoothly.

“Uh... I was sort of hoping we’d stick to our unspoken agreement to not bring up the stupid things I said when I was drunk.” You looked down at your hands, suddenly unable to meet his gaze.

“Oh, definitely not.”

You looked back up. “Alright, well then in the name of fairness, we’re going to have to get you really drunk the next time the opportunity presents itself, so we can see what embarrassing things you say.”

He paused for a moment, considering, then said, “Does that mean you’ll carry me home?”

You cracked a smile, nodding vigorously. “Of course. That would only be fair.”

A warm laugh rasped through the modulator. You crossed your ankles in front of you, letting your knee rest against the cold beskar on this thigh.

“I feel skeptical of that promise.” He dropped a gloved hand to your knee.

“Okay, okay I can’t promise to carry you home, but I can promise to tie your shoe if needed.”

“My boots don’t have laces.” He lifted a foot off the ground to show you.

You shrugged playfully: “Well, that’s not my fault.”

“This doesn’t sound like a very good deal for me. I tied your shoe and carried you home.”

“To be fair, both were against my will.”

“But necessary.”

You rolled your eyes at him. “Okay, okay, I can’t carry you, and I can’t tie your shoe... so I’ll...,” you bit your lip as you fished around for something else to offer, “...hold your hand? And not let anyone tickle you.”

He huffed and rubbed his thumb over your knee: “I’m not ticklish.”

You pursed your lips. “Right, sure, of course not. My mistake.”

He harrumphed. “Can I ask you something now?”

“I’ll allow it,” you intoned seriously.

“Where are you actually from?”

“Naboo. Most of my back story was true—I just left out the one major detail.”

“Your favorite color?” he deadpanned.

You laughed. “Yes, exactly. What about you? Where are you from?”

“Aq Vetina.”

You waited, hoping he’d elaborate.

“When my parents died there, I was rescued by the Mandalorians and raised in the Fighting Corps.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, placing your hand over his and squeezing gently. “That sounds like a tough life for a child.”

“It was all I knew,” he explained, shifting slightly.

“Still, that can’t have been easy. It makes sense that you couldn’t leave the kid.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, solemnly. There was a tension in his shoulders that hadn’t been there moments ago.

“Less serious question,” you replied, changing the subject to something lighter.

“Okay.” He relaxed a little.

“Why don’t you ever use a straw to drink with your helmet on?”

“These are the things you think about?” he laughed. His laugh was usually a quiet, muffled sound through the modulator, but it was getting easier to pick up on it. “There’s a seal on the helmet, otherwise the filters wouldn’t work,” he tapped the release on the side of his head. “So a straw isn’t a possibility, unfortunately.”

“Mmm,” you responded, “that is disappointing.”

He gripped your thigh lightly, turning toward you. “I, uh, heard back about the job... while you were asleep. It’s a go.”

“Ah... great. I was kind of hoping you wouldn’t hear back.”

“I know. It will be fine.”

“Okay... So, any ideas for where the kid and I should stay?”

To your surprise, Din explained that he had a trusted friend on Arvala-7. When you agreed to the plan, he disappeared to the cockpit to set the nav—a two-day trip.

***

That same evening, you discovered a new favorite activity on the Crest. Before bed, the kid was being particularly fussy, so you pulled out your data pad and downloaded the first children’s book you could find. It worked liked a charm.

From then on, it became a daily routine: you’d read to him until his eyelids drooped before his nap and before bedtime. Regardless of his mood, listening to you read seemed to soothe him. You’d pull him into your lap and settle onto your stack of blankets against the wall. He’d watch your face, enraptured, as you relayed story after story to him. His favorite—the story that elicited the most chirps and grabby motions and ear wiggles—centered on a family of frogs. You revisited that one at least once a day, sometimes more if he was grouchy.

You weren’t sure how to feel about his hyperfixation on that particular story given his appetite for frogs.

At this rate, your digital library was going to be largely children’s books. You didn’t mind.

You noticed that Din would find something to do in the hull while you read. The first couple times, he sat and cleaned one of his many weapons or sewed a hole in his flight suit. Very quickly, he stopped bothering with an ostensible task and would just sit and listen.

When you were still 15 hours out from Arvala-7, Din was seated on his usual crate in the hull, the one next to the weapons cabinet, as you finished the final page of a particularly thrilling story about a snail. The kid was snoring softly in your arms, so you clicked off your datapad, and got up to settle him in his hammock for his mid-day nap.

“You’re good with him.” Din was leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees.

“I guess,” you shrugged, snapping the door to Din’s bunk shut and turning back to him. “I just think about what I liked as a kid. I loved when my parents would read to me.”

He nodded, helmet trained on the floor between his boots.

“I’m sorry—” you started, realizing how that must have sounded to Din.

He looked up and cut you off. “Don’t be. It’s nice for him to have some normal kid experiences.”

“You know what he’d really love?”

“What?”

“If you read to him.”

He dipped his helmet slightly in acknowledgement, rolling his shoulders back at the same time like he was uncomfortable agreeing with that.

Several hours later, you pulled Din down next to you in your normal pre-bedtime story time spot. He had the kid in his arms. You switched on your datapad and toggled through the catalog of books you’d downloaded, all of which had colorful covers and silly, whimsical titles, until you found the frog book.

“Here,” you offered, passing it over to him.

You leaned your head back against the wall and closed your eyes, listening to Din’s serious, even voice narrate the heartwarming hijinks of a family of frogs. The kid cooed and babbled along.

To your (and the kid’s) utter delight, Din’s rendition slowly evolved into a full-on dramatic reading, complete with sound effects and slightly different voices for each character, as he leaned into whatever prompted the most enthusiastic responses from the kid. You kept your eyes closed and said nothing, worried that if you drew attention to this new development, he’d get self-conscious and stop. You couldn’t help from smiling a little though.

When the story came to its conclusion, you opened your eyes. Din was scrolling through the library of options, browsing for the next book. “What do you think? Which one next?” You looked at him, but he wasn’t asking you. The kid let out a string of gibberish, pointing with a teeny finger. Din read out the titles of several options, selecting the one that triggered the most animated trill.

As Din began the story, he shifted until his body was flush with yours. The places where his beskar made contact with you were cold, even through the fabric of your clothes, but you didn’t mind.

By the time Din finished the second book, the kid was displaying the telltale signs—drooping ears and unfocused eyes—that bedtime had arrived.

Din handed you the datapad and stood to tuck the kid into bed.

As he shut the door to his bunk, you said, “I think you just put me out of a job.”

He scoffed, but you could tell he was pleased.

***

As you got more comfortable around each other, Din took to walking around without his armor—beside his helmet—on. Most of the time, he’d even leave his gloves off. He wore either a flight suit that zipped up the middle or a black shirt and pants...with suspenders. The first few times, it was jarring to see him like that, without his armor. He looked wrong. It was like seeing a turtle without its shell... but if turtles were sexy.

The first time he emerged from his bunk with the suspenders hanging loosely by his sides, you stopped dead, mouth hanging open. He tilted his helmet sharply at you: “What?”

“You sometimes wear suspenders under your armor?”

“...Yes?”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you and the goofy grin that spread across your face.

“What?” he prompted again, shoulders pulling up toward his neck.

“I just really wasn’t expecting that,” you laughed.

“What were you expecting?” The playful note in his voice left you flustered. He took a step closer, much more relaxed now that he was the one doing the teasing. He was getting too good at flipping things on you.

Instead of answering—because you were not about to address the fact that you had absolutely thought about what he wore under his armor—you strode up to him and pulled the suspenders over his shoulders. He stood uncomfortably still, arms hanging awkwardly by his sides.

“What are you doing?” He looked down at his shirt then back up at you.

“I just want to get the full picture.” You looked him up and down.

“Thought about this a lot, have you?” He quirked his helmet down at you suggestively. It was only the second time you’d gotten that particular flavor of head tilt, and you...didn’t hate it. It made your neck feel hot. You disregarded the intense desire to grab him by the suspenders and jerk him toward you.

Instead, you narrowed your eyes at him, enjoying this new bold flirtation. Without looking away from his visor, you hooked a finger through one of the suspenders and pulled it out a couple inches, letting it snap back against him.

“Ow.” He stated it so matter-of-factly that it obviously hadn’t hurt, but for dramatic effect, he rubbed the spot on his chest where it hit him.

“You’ll survive,” you assured him, patting his shoulder and brushing past him to climb the ladder to the cockpit. When you sat down in the pilot’s seat and kicked your feet up to rest on the console, you still had a smile on your face.

***

A few hours later, you were seated in the copilot seat with the child held tightly in your lap as the Razor Crest descended through the atmosphere of Arvala-7. On the way, Din shared how he’d met this friend—he had helped Din when he was originally tracking down the child months ago.

However, when you asked what his friend’s name was, Din said he didn’t know. Honestly, you weren’t even that surprised. Just exasperated.

Din told you the details of when he tracked down the child, including the assassin droid he'd crossed paths with. He explained how he’d teamed up with IG-11, but in the end, he had to destroy the droid to protect the kid. The anger in his voice was raw when he described watching IG-11 point his blaster at the child.

As the dusty, cracked surface of the planet came into view, you asked, “Is that what caused your thing with droids?”

“What thing?”

“Din.”

He was silent for a long moment.

“Droids destroyed my home planet, killed my parents. They’re the reason I was a foundling as a child.”

His words washed over you, and your heart dropped. You leaned forward in your seat to put a hand on his shoulder. He stayed perfectly still, helmet trained on the controls in front of him.

“I’m sorry.”

He nodded stiffly and reached up to squeeze your hand briefly.

“We’re about to land.”

You took that as a cue to drop the subject for now.

***

You and Din, the kid in his arms, approached a small collection of low structures. You swept your eyes across the uniform landscape—all was dry and sienna and flat. The Ugnaught’s homestead was the only sign of habitation in sight. The buildings were brown and domed, and windmills creaked slowly in the warm breeze. Three blurrgs in a large corral watched you balefully.

“Mandalorian!” the Ugnaught greeted, emerging from the door of his low home.

“Ugnaught,” Din replied with a nod.

“I did not think I would see you here again. What business brings you back to Arvala-7?”

“I was hoping that my friends could stay with you for a couple nights—I’ll pay you for the lodging.”

Of course he'd refer to me and a literal infant as his "friends."

You introduced yourself, offering your hand.

The Ugnaught bowed his head slightly as he clasped your hand: “It is nice to make your acquaintance. I am Kuill.”

At least Din knows his name now.

Kuill turned back to Din. “The child remains in your care,” he observed.

“Yes,” said Din, offering no explanation. He set the child down on the ground, and he toddled his way slowly over to Kuill.

Kuill scooped up the baby, and he chirruped happily, reaching toward his whiskery mustache.

“It hasn’t grown much.”

“I think it might be a Strand-Cast.”

You shot Din a skeptical look. He’d never shared this particular theory of his with you.

“I don’t think it was engineered. I’ve worked in the gene farms. This one looks evolved. Too ugly,” mused Kuill.

You raised your eyebrows at the frankness of his statement. He is not ugly.

“Your friends are welcome to stay with me. No payment will be necessary. I have spoken.” Kuill turned and headed back inside without so much as a backward glance.

“I insist,” Din said to his back.

Kuill disappeared into his home.

Din turned to you: “He does that. Just ends a conversation like that.”

“I understand why the two of you get along so well. Men of few words.” You raised an eyebrow at him.

Din nodded, reinforcing your point inadvertently.

You and Din stepped closer to each other at the same time. For the first time, you let the concern you were feeling color your features.

“I’ll be back in three days, if not sooner.”

He was padding his timeline in response to the worry that was etched across your face. You knew Din could defend himself—that wasn’t your fear. It was that, whether he liked to admit it or not, he occasionally let trust blind him. The irony of that wasn’t lost on you, considering how long it had taken for him to trust you. This was the trademark paradox of Din. He was loath to fully let people in, but he had a tendency to take people at face value and assume they would keep their word—because he always kept his word. He had a surprisingly generous worldview for someone with such a violent profession and brutal past.

Din reached down to grab something small that was tucked in his belt—the metal ball from one of the controls in the cockpit that the kid loved to play with. He occasionally pretended to be irritated whenever he wanted to play with it, but you knew he found it endearing.

He handed it to you. “He’ll want that.”

You smiled and nodded, looking at the sphere in your palm. Din raised a hand to your chin and tilted your face back up to his.

Do we... hug? He doesn’t seem like a hugger.

So instead, you offered, “Be careful, okay?”

“I will,” he promised. He stayed there for a moment longer, looking at you and rubbing his thumb along your cheek. Before you could decide if you should also try to hug him, he turned abruptly to walk back to the Crest.

You stayed and watched him as he walked the distance back to the ship and disappeared up the ramp. You stayed and watched as the Razor Crest rumbled to life and took off. You stayed and watched as it ascended through the atmosphere and vanished from view.

***

It was a relief to be off the ship for a few days—even if Arvala-7 wasn’t exactly your ideal planet. It would be a treat to eat real food, instead of shelf-stable ration packs, and to have more than the limited space of the ship to move around in... not to mention an actual bed.

Kuill was a kind and welcoming host. He offered you his spare room, where you placed your things, and you sat down for tea together in his small kitchen.

“How did you come to be in the company of the Mandalorian and the child?”

“I guess he has a soft spot for people who are wanted by the Empire?” you chuckled, and Kuill nodded somberly. “Now, we’re just helping each other out.” You weren’t really sure how else to explain it.

Kuill didn’t press you anymore than that, nodding sagely. Instead, while you sipped your tea with the kid on your lap, he told you about his background—decades of indentured servitude to the Empire before he worked off his debt and bought his freedom—in the solemn, frugal way that was clearly characteristic of the Ugnaught. You understood why Din trusted him: he was forthright, calm, wise.

“What can I help you with while I’m here?” you asked, already anxious to find something to occupy your time.

“You are my guest. You do not need to do any work.”

“I would be happy to,” you insisted. “I would rather be busy. I can help with cleaning or repairs—whatever you need. My formal training was in programming, but I’ve picked up general skills along the way.”

Kuill nodded and said, “Come.”

He turned and walked out of his house. You set down your tea on the table and followed him, the child tucked in the crook of your elbow, happily clutching the silver ball. Kuill stopped in front of the workstation that was a short distance from his doorway. Tools and wiring and various speeder parts were arranged on and around a long workbench and a collection of smaller tables and shelves. The circular backdrop of the workbench was the repurposed window of a TIE fighter.

An assassin droid was laid across the tabletop.

“Is this the droid that Mando shot?”

“I believe so, yes. It was left behind, in the Mandalorian’s wake of destruction. I found it lying where it fell—devoid of all life. I recovered the flotsam and staked it as my own in accordance with the Charter of the New Republic. Little remains of its neural harness. Reconstruction will be quite difficult.”

“What are your plans for it?”

“To convert it from an assassin droid to something more useful: a protocol and nurse droid.”

You nodded. “Handy.”

“I will have to reconstruct the neural harness, and then it will have to relearn every function from scratch. It will be a blank slate on which to program something nurturing instead of destructive. You may help me restore him if you would like.”

“Of course.”

The two of you got to work.

***

That night, when you lay down to sleep, you tossed and turned. The child was snuggled in a makeshift crib next to your bed. You found yourself sitting up periodically to check on him. Every time you checked on him, he was sleeping soundly.

Eventually, you slipped out of your bed, tiptoed quietly through the house, and walked out into the cold, clear night. You walked aimlessly for a while, circling the corral of blurrgs. They were asleep, eyes shut tight, standing in a close clump. Then you turned to head out across the open plain and watch the stars through the thin veil of clouds that dusted the sky.

You were starting to regret that you hadn’t pushed harder to go with Din. He was with a whole team of people who sounded untrustworthy at best, malicious at worst. You couldn’t help but think of all the things you should have said to him before he left. You hadn’t even hugged him.

It was freaking you out a little just how attached you were to a man who you’d known for a couple months.

You walked until the chill of the night air became too much, then turned back.

In the morning, you sat at Kuill’s kitchen table again, feeding the child. Kuill moved around the small food prep area, pulling together breakfast and making tea.

You followed Kuill as he went about his daily jobs, caring for the blurrgs, doing routine maintenance, and continuing the work on IG-11.

You were sweating in the sun, hands covered in grease, concentrating on refitting a damaged arm joint when Kuill’s calm voice brought you out of your train of thought.

“It is curious that the Mandalorian elected to keep the child.”

You looked up at him. “He secretly has a soft heart,” you said, smiling to yourself.

“Yes, that much is clear, but he is also set in his beliefs, and this choice went against the Guild Code. What is curious is that such a small being could inspire a change of heart in such a rigid person.”

You considered his words.

“I... think he was just waiting to find a greater purpose than hunting, to find someone to love, you know? It comes naturally to him, but I don’t think he’d ever had the chance.”

Kuill hummed thoughtfully. “Is that not what we are all doing—looking for a greater purpose?”

“I guess?” You shrugged.

“And have you?”

“Have I what?” you asked, wiping a bead of sweat off your forehead.

“Have you found the greater purpose you were looking for?”

You considered for a moment then said, “Well... I found a purpose a long time ago, when I joined the Alliance, and since then, I’ve been too busy trying to escape the wrath of the Empire to really think about what’s next in the larger sense... Staying alive has been the main priority.”

Kuill hummed again, glancing over at the kid. “You weren’t looking for something greater, but it appears to have found you.”

“I...,” you started. You watched the child, who was siting on the hard ground admiring the silver ball clutched in his hand. “I’m not sure.”

“I have spoken,” said Kuill, bowing his head, and he lapsed back into silence.

You watched the kid as he dropped the ball and staggered to his feet, squealing excitedly as he chased a lizard that darted past him. You wondered where Din was at this exact moment, and your heart squeezed in a familiar way.

***

The second night was much like the first. You walked outside for some time, thinking of all the awful things that could be happening to Din.

What if they turn on him?

What if another hunter finds him?

What if he doesn’t come back?

It wasn't a crazy thought. You were used to people not coming back.

Until that moment, you hadn't considered that you'd be the sole guardian of the kid if Din didn't return. For a split second, you felt the crushing weight of responsibility for the life and safety and happiness of the tiny green child that Din must feel at all times.

Eventually you fell into a fitful sleep, waking early, and the day dawned bright and cold. As the sun climbed, the chill rapidly dissipated, making way for a dry heat that seemed to be the only weather condition on Arvala-7.

You spent the morning helping Kuill continue the repairs on IG-11. You did your best to not count the hours that slipped by. He’d said it could take three days, so there was no reason to be concerned yet.

But... did he mean he would return ON the third day? Or the fourth day?

And for that matter... did the day he left count as day one? Or was yesterday day one?

Did he mean seventy-two hours from the time he left? Or that he’d be back at the start of the third day?

How did I not clarify this before he left??

That evening, you were in deep in discussion about artificial intelligence when Kuill said, “I believe your Mandalorian has returned to you.” He pointed behind you, and you whipped around to see the Crest touching down in a cloud of dust in the distance.

“Will you—?” you asked, turning back to Kuill.

“I will watch the child.” He seemed vaguely amused by your enthusiasm.

You sprang to your feet and walked as fast as you could toward the Crest. You briefly considered running, but that felt dramatic. He’d only been gone a couple days.

Why did he land so fucking far away?

You’d made it about half the distance when the ramp of the Crest finally began to lower with a hiss. Your resolve snapped, and you started to jog. Din descended the ramp, and you were so relieved to see him that you weren’t even embarrassed anymore that you were literally running to him.

Din cocked his head—a curious head tilt—when he saw you sprinting at him across the dusty ground. He paused at the bottom of the ramp.

“Are you—?” he started to say as you crashed into his chest and wrapped your arms around him. He barely budged upon impact.

His shoulders relaxed immediately, and he pulled you tight against him.

Well, if he wasn’t a hugger before, he is now.

“I’m okay,” he reassured you.

“Good,” you said into the fabric bunched around his neck.

After a moment, you released him and stepped back, the steadying weight of his hands remaining on your arms. He looked like he was in one piece, but the slight heaviness in his shoulders told you that the job had taken a toll on him.

“I, uh, missed you too,” he said, a little awkwardly.

You smiled at him and took his gloved hand in yours to walk back towards Kuill’s home. You felt slightly giddy that you were casually holding the Mandalorian’s hand. He seemed taken by it too, his helmet tilted down to where your fingers were intertwined.

“The kid?” he asked, looking up to your face.

“He’s good. Misses you, I think. Ate several frogs. And one lizard. The usual. He is disgusting,” you laughed.

Din made a sound that you would almost swear was a snort. “Yeah, he is,” he agreed fondly.

Kuill was waiting outside his home, the child in his arms. When you and Din were close, Kuill set him down, and the baby tottered over to wrap his tiny arms around Din’s calf.

You watched as Din bent stiffly, slowly to pick up the kid.

“You’re hurt,” you realized.

“I'm fine,” he said.

You felt sure that wasn’t true, but you let it be for the moment.

“Thank you,” Din addressed Kuill. He reached into the pouch of his belt for credits.

“I will not accept payment,” Kuill insisted, shaking his head. “In fact, your friend here helped me make great progress on my current project.” Kuill raised his eyebrows at you.

“Very well,” Din acquiesced.

You gathered your things and said your thank yous and goodbyes, returning to the Crest, which—with a jolt—you realized was already starting to feel like home.

***

Chapter 8

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The ways I love you (Matsukawa x reader)

A/N: I love Mattsun so much. I think out of all the characters, he’s the one I’d most likely end up actually dating, not to mention time-skip mattsun is a whole nother conversation. anyway I hope you enjoy, I just really love him.

Pairing: Matsukawa x Reader (gn pronouns but references to reader being able to be pregnant)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Mentions of 18+ activity as a joke, spoilers for s2 (spring preliminaries), me not proof reading, me not knowing how to describe coming down from your tiptoes

Matsukawa liked to think he was observant both on and off the volleyball court. But as he watches you laugh from afar, head thrown back, holding onto your friends shoulder for balance, he can’t help but think, how did he not notice you before? It was enough to stop him in his tracks, unconsciously tuning out the sounds around him, blatantly staring at you as you continue to talk to your friends, a wide grin on your face as you gesture wildly, pausing every so often to laugh at the story you were telling. It took Hanamaki walking in front of him, blocking his view of you, for him to come back to his senses. He heard Hanamaki calling his name, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Hey earth to Mattsun, you okay bro?” He nodded in response, still thinking about your laugh, he wanted to know what you were talking about. He wanted to know your name. Hanamaki turns to look at where Matsukawa was focused so intently on before, grin breaking out when he saw your group. “Ahh, so that’s what’s got your attention? And which one was so lucky to literally stop you in your tracks?” He rolled his eyes in response to Hanamaki’s teasing, when Iwaizumi appeared next to him, raising an eyebrow at Matsukawa. “What’re you talking about?” Hanamaki is happy to fill the spiker in, and Matsukawa returns his gaze to your group again, before furrowing his eyebrows.

He watched Oikawa saunter up to your group, he must have called your name since you turned to face him, eyebrow raised. The setter says something that causes you to roll your eyes, hands on your hips and you respond, teasing smile evident. In true Oikawa fashion, he responds by pouting dramatically before scanning the courtyard, face lighting up when he spots his group of friends. He grabs your wrist, you wave to your friends before following and Matsukawa’s eyes widen when he realizes Oikawa is bringing you over to them. Did Oikawa see him staring? Were you somehow dating the setter? Matsukawa wracks his brain for any memories on a new fling when you two finally reach the group.

“Iwa-chan! (Y/N)-chan still won’t agree to being the manager! Won’t you convince them?” Oikawa says dramatically, letting go of your wrist in favor of attempting to lean on Iwaizumi, who promptly shoves him off, rolling his eyes. “And why would I do that? I don’t want to subject them to dealing with you anymore than they have to already.” You laugh at Iwaizumi’s insult as Oikawa cries out in offense. (Y/N), Matsukawa repeats your name in his head, wanting to commit it to memory. Though all thoughts immediately halt at the sound of your voice.

“I never said I wouldn’t, I just asked how you were gonna make it worth my while?” Your voice had a teasing lilt to it as you raised your eyebrows in anticipation of the setters response. Iwaizumi rolls his eyes again, grumbling about you egging him on. Oikawa brightens up, a flirty smile adorned as he leans closer to you, eyebrows wiggling up and down. “I know exactly what can make it worth your while.” You throw your head back, loud cackles of laughter filling the air, Hanamaki and Matsukawa chuckle as Oikawa pouts, crossing his arms childishly. After a few moments your laughter dies down, you make a show of wiping tears from your eyes before smiling. “Alright, just because I’ll get to more chances to make fun of you, I’ll do it.” Oikawa seems to ponder being excited or offended by your agreement, choosing the former and hugging you while Iwaizumi pinches the bridge of his nose in exasperation. Thankfully Hanamaki says what was on both of their minds.

“Soo, are you guys like dating or something?” He tries to be casual, eyebrow raised when Iwaizumi snorts, “I can tell you there is no chance of that happening, ever.” Oikawa sputters as you nod, nose scrunched in disgust.

“Let me put it this way,” you pause, thinking before your lips raise into a sly grin. “I would rather be spit roasted by the coaches of Shiratorizawa and Nekoma before I’d hold hands with Tooru romantically.”

Oikawa jaw drops as the rest of them crack up at your words. “(Y/N)-chan! You have to be spending too much time with Iwa, you didn’t used to be this mean!” You roll your eyes playfully before turning to the duo to clarify.

“In all seriousness, I used to live in the same neighborhood as Tooru and Iwa when we were kids, we went to school together up until middle school, when I moved to Fukushima, but I’m back now! And I gotta make up for all the time I missed preventing him from getting a big head, obviously Iwa hasn’t been doing his job.” Said ace narrows his eyes at you, grumbling before Oikawa cuts him off. “It was horrible not having you here (Y/N)-chan! We’re never going to let you leave again!” You smile softly at his admission, and Matsukawa wonders if he’s sick, why else would he be sweating in the middle of November?

Months later Matsukawa realizes that he wasn’t sick on that chilly November day in his first year, he was, much like now, infatuated with you. While he wasn’t sure exactly what his feelings for you were, he knew he had it bad. Ever since he noticed you, he started seeing you everywhere. In the hallway, when he was glancing out the window during class, anywhere he was, his eyes always found their way to your form. It didn’t help that Oikawa stuck to his promise, and you became an integral part of their group. He was seeing you at all times of day, even when he closed his eyes at night, images of you, laughing and smiling softly, danced behind his eyelids.

And of course, it did not go unnoticed. Hanamaki was, unsurprisingly, the first to find out. Now whenever he caught Matsukawa staring at you, he’d grin amusedly at the middle blocker, wiggling his eyebrows. Iwaizumi was even seeming to catch on, a knowing look on his face, small grin present whenever Matsukawa would flush slightly after contact with you, whether it was a seemingly innocent hug between friends, or you hanging off his arm dramatically while teasing Oikawa. Speaking of the setter, he was, without a doubt, the last person Matsukawa wanted to find out about his, whatever they are, feelings for you. But he hid it well, only a few moments of weakness compared to all the other times he kept it together around you, however hard it was.

It was in his third year that Matsukawa was able to name his feelings for you, love. Love in the way his heart skips a beat whenever you laugh, in the way his hand twitches to lace his fingers through yours, in the way he can’t imagine not seeing you every day, in the way he fantasizes about a life with you; seeing you first thing in the morning, slow dancing in the kitchen to a song no one can hear but you two. He no longer hid it well, openly gazing at you with a fondness anyone could see was only for you. It seemed the whole world knew of his feelings, except you.

Oikawa found out about 6 months after you returned, the setter vowing to keep it a secret, saying something about letting fate bring the two of you together. Matsukawa no longer tried to hide it, though he wasn’t going to confess anytime soon, he wasn’t above shameless flirting, lingering touches pairing with his love-stricken gaze. Either you were the most oblivious person ever, or you knew but elected to stay silent. He wasn’t sure which he preferred.

It all came to a head the day they lost their chance at nationals.

The loss to Karasuno was hard on everyone, the third years especially. After Coach Irihata talked to the players, you step forward, getting their attention. Unshed tears shining in your eyes you smile sadly at the team. “I’m not a coach, and obviously not a player, so I know my words don’t hold as much value as they would if I was. But I don’t care. I am so proud of all of you. You worked so hard to get here, and even though the outcome wasn’t what we hoped for, I don’t want anyone blaming themselves, not a single one of you. You gave it your all, and I want you to be proud of that. I’m obviously not planning on being a motivational speaker after we graduate, but you get the idea.” A few of the players chucked, and more of them looked tearful than when you started.

For a moment you worry your words did more harm than good, until Iwaizumi steps forward, enveloping you in a hug. You let out a strangled cry/laugh when Oikawa follows his lead, the other third years joining and eventually the whole team, and you smile despite the tears running hotly down your cheeks. Over the 3 years you’ve been manager you have come to love and be loved by the team. As the group hug disperses to pack up for the bus ride home, you and the other third years linger, sharing bittersweet smiles.

The bus ride home is silent. The loss having drained the energy from the team, as many of the players are sleeping. You sit next to Matsukawa, head resting on his shoulder. As you start to drift off you slip your hand into his, sighing contentedly before succumbing to sleep. He looks down at your sleeping form, squeezing your hand as he smiles sadly. The day before he had briefly entertained the idea of confessing if they win nationals, but now, especially after your speech, he knows he can’t wait.

He gently shakes you awake when the bus arrives at the school, his heart stutters when you blearily look up at him, a tired smile gracing your features. He doesn’t let go of your hand when the two of you disembark, the first years telling you to go home when you try to help put stuff away. You tear up again, in appreciation for your underclassmen, looking up when Matsukawa squeezes your conjoined hands. He smiles and tugs you along, waving goodbye to the team before the two of you join Hanamaki and walk to the train station.

The train ride is peaceful, Hanamaki and Matsukawa talking quietly while you resume your place next to the latter, leaning into his side. You wave when Hanamaki gets off, and you sit in comfortable silence until your stop comes up. You look at Matsukawa, confused, when he gets off the train with you, He tugs you forward. “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.” You try to ignore the butterflies in your gut and the heat in your face as you nod.

A few blocks from your house he stops under a streetlight, gently pulling you in front of him. Your eyebrows furrow as you search his face for any tell for his actions. You don’t know what to make of what you find instead, blush deepening when he takes a step closer and cups your cheek with the hand not occupied with your own. “(Y/N),” He sighs, and you think it sounds the prettiest when it comes from his lips. “Originally I wasn’t planning on ever telling you, and I thought about doing it at nationals,” He pauses, and you nuzzle into his hand, shifting your other hand to intertwine with his, a quick squeeze urges him to continue. “but since that’s not going to happen, now seems as good a time as any.” He takes a deep breath, taking another step forward, now toe to toe with you.

“I’m in love with you, have been for who knows how long. Well, I guess I do.” He huffed a laugh, “Probably since first year honestly. I remember the first time I saw you, I literally stopped in my tracks you were so beautiful. God, I sound so lame.” You laugh with him this time, tightening your grip on his hand. He clears his throat before continuing. “I know we haven’t really discussed our plans after graduation, but I wanted you to know, just in case there was some possibility. And when I say I love you, I mean it. I love you in the wake up next to you every morning and make you breakfast kinda way. The buy a cat together kinda way. And I understand if you don’t feel the same, I don’t want you to feel pressured, I just couldn’t not tell you, ya know? I think it would eat at me for the rest of my life if I didn’t.” He wasn’t looking at you anymore, choosing to look at your joined hands instead. Your free hand comes up to cover the one on your cheek, and he looks up to meet your gaze.

He wasn’t expecting the shine of unshed tears or the tender look on your face. You smile, and his heart does the little back flip it does whenever you direct one at him, but there’s something different about this smile, it holds unspoken promises behind it, ones he wants so desperately to hear come tumbling from your lips. “Issei,” You breath, and he shudders slightly hearing you say his name with so much emotion. “I love you too. I love you in the wake up next to you every morning smiling even though you have the worst morning breath,” He snorts and your smile grows as you continue, “I love you in the adopting two cats together kinda way, because we didn’t want it to be lonely when we’re away. I have loved you since the day you told Tooru you were my baby daddy,” You laughed brightly as you recall the memory, the horror on Oikawa’s face when Matsukawa went along with the prank.

“You fell into the role so effortlessly, and yet I never regretted a prank more, because after feeling you pull me against your chest, wrapping an arm around my waist for the day, I was hooked. Constantly thinking of ways I could touch you again.” Your face was a deeper shade of pink, bordering on red, and Matsukawa smiled as he recalled the memory, and how you were more touchy afterwards.

You turn your head, softly kissing the palm of his hand, eyelashes tickling his fingers. Your hand moves to lightly grasp his wrist when his hand moves to your neck, resting on the side for a moment before cupping the back of your head as he leaned down slowly, committing the sight of you; eyes fluttered closed, lips slightly parted, to memory. Impatient, you push yourself upward on your toes, closing the small space between you as your lips finally meet.

You untangle your hand from his, moving to bring both upwards, over his chest and around his neck as you tilt your head slightly, deepening the kiss. His hand tangles into your hair and his other hand moves to settle on the small of your back, bringing you closer as your lips move against each other slowly, pouring years of love and pining into the kiss, savoring the feel of the other. After what feels like forever, you part, panting slightly, out of breath. You rest your weight back on the balls of your feet, smiling as Matsukawa follows you, bending down to rest his forehead against yours. You close your eyes for a moment, processing what just happened, and what it means for the future.

You open your eyes as he kisses you again, this time shorter, but no less sweet. You have a dopey smile on your face when he pulls away, standing to his full height. He untangles his hand from your hair, running his fingers through it for good measure and takes your hand, which had fallen back to your sides, before nodding in the direction of your house. “C’mon, I said I’d walk you home, and we’ll be here all night if we have it your way.” He teases at the pout on your features when he pulls you along the street.

You turn to him once you reach your steps, hesitant to leave. His hand cups your cheek again, directing your attention back to his face. “Hey, what’s wrong? You look like I’m gonna disappear if you leave.” You bite your lip slightly instead of answering, though he can see it in your eyes. He smiles softly and pulls you into a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow, I promise. I’m not going to miss out on a chance to rub it in Makki’s face that I got a girlfriend before him.” You laugh lightly into his chest, heart swelling at the word. You breath in the scent of his cologne, squeezing your interlaced hands before stepping back,

“Okay, tomorrow. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He grins at the obvious reluctance present on your features. He lands a quick peck on your cheek, ruffling your hair. He waits until you close the door behind you before leaving. He checks his phone as he walks, cursing as he realizes he only has a few minutes until the last train of the night departs.

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zephyrcove · 3 years

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Summer Thing by @zephyrcove

Well, I didn’t think I had time to write today but I came across @the-dream-team ‘s TPT for today, read the first few lines and RAN to see what the prompt was and write it myself. SO here’s the accidental 3 pages of summer Jily that I wrote for @petalstosarah training prompt tuesday :)

It was a pleasant sort of hot as they lay there, basking in the summer heat but protected by a gentle breeze. If he tilted his head ever so slightly he saw the curve of her face tucked into his side, a pointless attempt to shield her pale Irish skin from the beaming English sun. James held up a hand to cast a shadow on her features, admiring how his own tan skin soaked in the warmth unfazed by the pinkish burn that had begun to spread across her cheeks. They were silent, listening only to the sounds of nature around them, the whispering breeze rustling through the grass and the chirping of birds as they flitted through the trees behind his house. Their secluded spot in his expansive backyard afforded them privacy, tucked behind a mossy knoll in the lawn and far enough away from the house to not be seen by the prying eyes of his mother and brother. Not that those two didn’t know something was going on anyways; they always saw through his halfhearted excuses, his doting smile giving him away when he went off to meet her even as he said he was headed to Scrivenshaft’s for new ink.

Her breathing evened out and he listened to her above the natural underscoring of the grounds, the rise and fall of her chest beside him lulling him further into the happiness of the summer heat. His hazel eyes flitted left again, taking in the golden glow of her auburn hair in the afternoon sun, framing her rosy, freckled cheeks perfectly as she dozed off contentedly beside him. He was happy to stay there for the rest of his life, frozen in this sliver of time where everything was perfectly, incandescently happy.

But even as he lay basking in the August sun, he knew that this sliver of time could not last. It was August after all, and despite the joy of its sunny days, August alway brought September. And with September came the wake up call of normality, of school and Scotland and the marching on of time. September brought the end of their days in the sun, stifled by those chilled winds of their separate lives. So while he tried desperately to stay present in August, to get lost in the rays beaming on their faces and the bubble that they’ve formed in that golden hour, he could not help but frown at the prospect of September, the prospect of the end.

Hours passed like seconds as James pushed back the thoughts of September for one more day, focusing instead on the girl beside him. It’s as if August had two suns for him, her bright light compelling him to stay and bask just a moment longer in his happiness, in their bubble, in her. The real sun had begun to shift now towards evening and he knew that he needed to get the other home in from the night air.

Moving for the first time in hours, he shifted towards her, pressing a warm kiss to her hair. The soft sound she made as she woke from her sunkissed nap tugged at his heart and he added that moment to the long list of memories he was keeping of the summer, of her. Lily’s eyes fluttered open and he watched in macro as her lashes gave way to emerald flashing in the setting sunlight. The corner of her pink lips tilted upwards as she smiled serenely at him, her mouth forming a breathy “‘lo”.

“Hi there,” he smiled back at her, his eyes dancing across her features, aching to take in every second with her, building a composite memory of all that he could see and hear and feel so he would never be made to forget this summer.

“Is it horrible?” she questioned, pulling his focus back to her eyes. “The sunburn, I mean, I think by now I know that you don’t find the whole of me repulsive.”

The smirk lit his face, as it was wont to do, and her teasing smile matched its energy. “Well not the whole of you I s’pose… your tits are pretty bangin.” Her eyes flamed as if you could floo through them and she slapped his cheek playfully, feigning offense.

“Damn right they are, you cheeky boy.” The hand she had swatted him with came to rest on his muscled chest and her eyelids fluttered lower, sultry as she leaned up to press her lips to his. The arm he wasn’t propped up on wrapped instinctively behind her, his strong, worn hand gripping her ribcage through the floral linen of her sundress, holding her tight to him. Her delicate fingers fisted in the fabric of his shirt she smiled into the kiss as his tongue probed at her lower lip. When her lips parted, James deepened the kiss and rolled so he was atop her, gently lowering her back to the grass and holding himself up with his forearms framing her face. He brushed back a strand of hair as he pulled back for air and she bit her lip lightly, even as their noses were still touching, breath ragged from desire. Lily reached up and wound her hand into his curls, pulling him back down to her. His body was thrumming with feeling and with want as they continued, but her moan brought him back to August, the precursor to September, and he pressed a final kiss to her rosy lips before he pulled back enough to look at her.

James shifted onto his hips beside her, his palms pressing into the sides of his head as he exhaled and raked his fingers through his hair. He felt Lily move beside him as well, knowing that the preemptive stop was out of character for him and that she would want to know why. He felt the weight of her hand lightly on his shoulder and he looked up at her, his eyes glowing in the sunset with a painful passion. Lily’s brow was furrowed slightly, and he resisted the urge to lift his hand and smooth that wrinkle with his thumb, not wanting his feelings to mar her pretty face.

“James…”

“Lil I-” he stopped to take a breath and she watched him carefully as he shook his fingers through his hair again. “I just- I don’t want this to end.” Her eyes glistened as she let out a small sigh through her nose, her expression one that he couldn’t quite place. Not able to bear the words that he knew were to come, he spoke again quickly.

“I know this is just a summer thing, but I want you to know that when I’m with you, I’m happier than I’ve ever been. These summer months that we’ve been together have been the best I’ve ever felt.” He shifted towards her again, nearly facing her but not yet ready to look into her eyes, afraid of the roadblock he might find there. “It’s like I was in this dark room, content and cared for, but not knowing what living with the lights on was like, and then this summer you kissed me for the first time and it’s like you turned on the light. You were the light, the sun, and now I can see… everything... and I feel so much. I can’t imagine a life where I don’t get to lay here in the sun with you where I don’t get to kiss you. I can’t imagine a September where I have to pretend like this August never happened.”

Lily’s emerald eyes shone back at him as he finally met her stare, and he only hoped that the passion he’d expressed hadn’t ruined everything. Resolute to conclude his speech, he put a calloused hand on her arm, holding her attention and conveying the magnitude of his feelings as he finished. “I know what we said, about the summer, about keeping this thing between us… contained. But I am happier than I’ve ever been. I’m in love with you. And I’m not willing to just let that go without fighting for it.”

In the moment of silence, besides James’ slightly ragged breathing, anxious from the declaration, the air around them was quiet. Even the birds paused as if they too were waiting to hear her answer. The soft wind blew by for a moment, darting in between them, as they sat in the orange glow of the setting sun, so much riding on this very moment in time.

Within seconds the fear in his chest was cast aside as Lily surged forward and kissed him passionately, her hands clutching onto his shirt, pulling her as close to him she could get. Her hair curtained around them keeping them in their bubble as he broke from the shock and met her passion enthusiastically. His hand snaked behind her neck and held her there as she confirmed all he had ever wanted.

Having properly kissed him, she pulled back ever so slightly, her warm breath still feathering his cheeks as she whispered to him. “The only Septembers I want are with you by my side and I never August to end. If we’re just a summer thing then summer is all year long baby, because I couldn’t handle not being yours. I’ve spent years of my life trying not to fall and two months of you in the sunshine has thrown all that out the window. I love you James. I am happiest when I am with you.”

As the sun set behind them James didn’t know what he could possibly say to top the feeling of hearing Lily Evans say that, so he did all he could think of and kissed her again. The warmth of the summer night air reminded him that the sun was still there, she was right in front of him and she was blinding, and he was happy.

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deaththesyd · 3 years

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More Than Enough

Ah! Finally, I have managed to finish something! I hope this one doesn't disappoint. I really do feel proud of this one.

Summary: Standing here, watching the storm envelope this small space of theirs, a home that was just for them, being held and loved by the man who had forced himself into her heart was a dream come true. She could sip her tea as he littered her exposed skin in hickeys, bruises, and the faintest of bitemarks.

"Kisame!" Startled by his sudden presence behind her, the feeling of his large hands on her waist caused her to jump back into him, only to be met with the firm muscle of his chest, and his amused chuckles. "You could have said something! I could have dropped my damn mug!" She chastised him, still clutching the ceramic of freshly brewed tea so tightly her knuckles turned white.

She had been standing in their living room, watching as the grey clouds moved swiftly with the wind, threatening to unload the rain they carried down upon the land. He must have snuck up on her, mischievous as always, or maybe her thoughts had her so occupied she hadn't been able to notice his approach. Did it matter which it was? Not really, not when his chin rested on her head, and his large form engulfed her from behind, wrapping her somewhat chilled body in his comforting presence. Sipping her tea sweetened with honey, the warmth of the liquid was just enough to hurt going down, but the taste of faint spices was worth it. And if she didn't drink it now, it would surely be too cold later.

Outside, the clouds made well on their threat, and the first teasing droplets of rain fell. It started so gradually, but she seemed to blink and then the sheets of water were replacing the cute drops that had run down their window. The steam from her tea tickled her chin, as the man behind her moved to press sweet kisses starting from her scalp and down the back of her neck, sweeping the hair that blocked his access out of the way.

Smiling pleased to herself, she indulged in another long sip from her mug, as the rain pounded against their shelter, and Kisame's hand returned to her waist, his thumb teasing at the bottom of her shirt, tracing circles onto her skin. The heat from the tea wasn't the only thing that had her feeling warm, as his gentle trail of kisses turned more sensual against the side of her throat, and his heated breath accentuated the lingering buzz for each new mark he gave.

"I'm glad you're home with me, and not out there," she said, leaning her head to the side to give him better access, relaxing as his lips drew closer with each press to what they both knew was her sweet spot.

Another low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the movement shaking her along with him. "Hm, me too," he agreed, his voice low and gravelly below her ear. Despite how warm she felt now, his voice sent a shiver up her spine. Just when his mouth circled around a spot that had been bruised by hickeys so many times prior, a flash outside startled her, making her flinch, and causing his sharp teeth to scrape at the sensitive skin. Hissing at the unexpected pain, she stood tense, allowing him to pull away to survey the damage. A loud rumble of thunder nearly drowned out the low apology he whispered into her ear. “Wasn’t expectin’ you to move there, Squirt,” he uttered gently, before he lapped at the small scrape along her collar bone, easing a sigh from her lips in response. Now that she was expecting it, the next flash before her eyes didn’t catch her so off guard, and by the time the next clash of thunder bellowed out, his apologetic kisses and the rough calluses of his hand finally reaching up to her bare chest had drawn more than a few whimpering sighs. Apology more than accepted.

He was taking his time, making sure to find everywhere he could get a reaction, whether it was a hitch of her breath, or her simply adjusting to better allow his mouth to work. It had only been a short while since he had returned to his village and reclaimed his house, only a couple of months since the war, since the Akatsuki were officially disbanded. It didn’t feel real yet, that she didn’t have to worry about him being an outlaw anymore, that he didn’t have to slink around in the shadows completing illegal missions just to support a group whose goals had never truly made sense to her. Though he was often run ragged by the tasks given to him by the Mizukage, and his mood was often soured by the lack of freedom he had now, this was stable, and they could adjust. Standing here, watching the storm envelope this small space of theirs, a home that was just for them, being held and loved by the man who had forced himself into her heart was a dream come true. She could sip her tea as he littered her exposed skin in hickeys, bruises, and the faintest of bitemarks.

This was nice, but she wanted to put her mug down so she could return some of his affections. Looking towards the shelf just beside the window, she was calculating if she could reach it without having to move, when she noticed a problem. “Hun,” she gasped out, just as he pinched at her sensitive nipple, her urgency misunderstood as lust.

“You like that?” He teased, before nipping at another hickey, causing her to jolt at the stimulation.

“No! No, yes I mean, just-ah!”

“No? How about this?” His rumbling laugh blending with the almost constant thunder, while he teased at the delicate flesh, his rough fingers always so good against her skin.

“You feel good, but the roof is leaking!” She managed to get out, even as she could feel every bit of friction against her bud sending pulses of pleasure down to her clit. Abruptly, he stopped and released his hold of her to inspect where she motioned.

“Damn it,” He muttered under his breath before leaving the room to search for a fix. Sighing, she followed suit, placing her mug on the shelf and heading towards the bathroom for a towel to soak up the growing puddle. On her way, she passed a bucket that had been placed the day before as a short-term fix for another weak spot in the roof. For now, that was handling its job well enough. Returning, she found Kisame knelt down, placing a large pot under the steady drops of water that had managed to sneak its way in. “Looks like next I’m gonna have to do some roofing repair,” he grumbled, fed up with the neverending list of home maintenance they had to take care of.

Stooping down to join him, she lifted the pot and replaced it after laying the towel down, watching as the puddle of water seeped into the cloth. ”Ah, the joys of homeownership,” she sighed, standing up and placing a soothing hand on his broad shoulder. “We can tackle that task together tomorrow, no need to stress about it until then,” she said reassuringly, “I’m very much fine having to deal with a leaky roof if that means we officially have a place of our own,” she said sweetly.

Sighing, his large hand engulfed hers and took a hold of it, he stood, winding around to face her. The lack of frustration she had with the situation seemed to help him shake off the bad mood he had been put in, as he smiled lovingly down at her, bowing his head enough to kiss the back of her hand, before grabbing her by the waist with his other hand to pull her to his chest. Turning her head, she looked at their clasped hands, smiling contentedly. “I Don’t have a clue what I’ve done to deserve ya, but I sure am glad you’re here with me, Sweetheart,” Kisame said, the smile she couldn’t see audible in his words. Giggling, she gave his hand a squeeze as her free hand traveled to his ass.

“Since I make you so happy, you should probably get back to what you were doing before,” she suggested playfully. Laughing at that, he let go of her hand, and grasped her ass in return, picking her up without warning, forcing her to frantically clasp her hands behind his neck and lock her legs around him with a surprised squeak.

“If that’s what my woman wants, that’s what she’ll get,” he said with a devilish smirk, Normally, she would be upset at being picked up like that, but his hungry lips were upon hers before she could think up anything to say, and the feel of his tongue gliding upon her bottom lip was enough to melt any anger she had felt. Clinging onto his lips and his body, her eyes were closed, but she felt each step he made blindly towards their bedroom, and it wasn’t until her back hit the mattress that her eyes shot open.

Shoving him away frantically, Kisame was confused, but only for a second, as a cold droplet of water landed on his neck and trailed down his neck under his collar. The wet spot on the bed was small, but that didn’t matter, they had a leak directly above their bed!

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” He growled in frustration, the mood thoroughly spoiled now. His hand went to the back of his neck, and she rolled off of the damp spot, both for her comfort, and to give her enraged partner his space. The pelting rain was as loud as the thunder, but the sound of a single splat on his skin once again was deafening. He was up off the bed in a flash of lightning, and by the time the thunder roared again, he was coming back into the room with another pot. Without warning, he shoved the bed with her still on it, scraping wood against wood paired with a surprised shriek. Harshly, he placed the pot down and turned again to leave the room. Scurrying off the bed, she removed the dampened bedding while he thundered around the house, just finishing collecting the material in a bundle when he returned and threw the fresh replacements on top of the mattress. They landed with a less than satisfying ‘fwump’. Leaving the room with the soiled laundry, she took her time putting it into the washing machine, and when she was finished she returned to the living room, remembering her abandoned tea. The mug was cold now, and the liquid inside was surely the same, so she took it to the kitchen. After dumping the contents of the mug and placing it by the sink for later, the lights above shuddered and suddenly, they went out. She groaned as a loud yell of frustration sounded from the direction of their room.

Standing in the pitch black, she waited a moment, hoping the lights would come back on the same way someone would say ‘sike!’ but the longer she stood there, the clearer it was that the power was out. Sighing in resignation, she stumbled around, using the wall, and Kisame’s mutterings as guides back to the bedroom. As much as she hated his bad mood, it certainly was helpful in giving her direction in a place she hadn’t yet memorized. Feeling her way into their shared room, she lingered at the doorway, just able to make out the outline of a shadowed man rummaging around, most likely searching for a light source. Kisame had the better eyesight between the two, especially in the dark, but her memory wasn’t clouded with frustration and rage, and she could remember exactly where they had put away the lighter last time it was used and managed to walk over to where it had been placed without tripping or stubbing a toe. Flicking it on, she caught the attention of the helplessly searching giant, and let the flame go out with the slightest smell of burning oil, as she tossed it to him, knowing that he could catch it with ease.

With a grumbled “thanks,” he lit the wick of a sweetly fragrant candle that was settled upon the nightstand that hadn’t been moved in his little temper tantrum before, bringing a soft flickering glow to the room, and making the location of another candle of the same scent easier to locate. Still standing where she had retrieved the lighter, arms crossed, hip jutted out, she watched as the man tiredly flopped down upon the half-made bed with a defeated sigh. The storm outside wasn’t letting up, but the flared energy he once had was quickly doused as there was nothing left to do anymore. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, as she waited from across the room. “Minnow,” he called the pet name quietly, her signal that his temperament had truly settled and that he no longer required space. Without hesitation, she joined him, sitting beside his head and bringing a soothing hand to stroke his hair.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed, quieter than normal, “this is all such a mess and I owe you so much better than a leaky roof and a damp bed and a disappointing lead-up.” A large hand reached for the one stroking his head and brought her palm to his lips. He didn’t speak aloud, but the movement felt like he was making vows to himself and to her, she could easily guess what they were. Since the beginning of their relationship he had been making promises, ones that she knew he would always keep to the best of his power, and yet he never seemed to feel what he did was enough for her. He was so wrong.

Gently tugging her hand away, she felt for just the lightest moment his grip tighten anxiously, before releasing her. In moments like this, it was always so evident just how fragile his belief could be. Their trust in one another was strong, but he never seemed to be able to let go of the doubts that her love for him was only dependent on what he could provide. Part of her couldn’t stand it, how a man like him could cling to someone like her, that even after all of the fighting, the Akatsuki, the war, he didn’t believe he was enough as he was. That part of her was the one that brought her fingers to flick his forehead. She was gentle and soft, and of course, that was a surprise to him, so when he looked up at her confused and hurt only to find her stern gaze, he didn’t seem to know how to react.

The other part, the one that knew just how he felt, that knew that the hurt she felt watching him like that wasn’t something she could lash out with, returned her hand to his head. “You’re enough for me, and I’ll remind you of that for as long as we’re together,” she promised, allowing her gaze to soften only when the look of defiance on his face gave out. Kisame lay there for a moment, before shifting awkwardly, and crawling his way into her lap, burying his face in the softness of her stomach and wrapping his arms around her. Reaching for a pillow, she propped it behind her, settling into a more supported position, before tangling her fingers into his hair and rubbing his shoulders, giggling at the hum of content she felt buzz into her tummy.

“Remind me,” she heard his muffled plea come, and she couldn’t help the fond smile that spread across her lips.

“You’re more than enough for me, Kisame,” she said with a slight giggle, but the words were not a joke. “You always give me everything you can, and even right now I”m spoiled.” He gripped the fabric of her shirt, and she knew he wanted to protest, so she kept going. “You’ve been so busy dealing with the aftermath of everything, that you haven’t had the time for anything else, but still you make sure I have my favourite tea, and you treat me with a candlelit bedroom, and even though you’re tired and stressed you always make time for me,” she said, dragging her nails against his neck gently, earning a pleased shiver from him. “Yes, the house is leaking, and yes, I was very much looking forward to a bit more than a few kisses, but both of those can be fixed. We can figure out roof repair, and maybe not tonight, but hopefully for the rest of our lives we can have plenty more ‘fun’,” she reasoned, shaking along with the laugh he made at that last bit. When his short laugh ended, she continued. “You’re not a failure of a partner simply because we didn’t get our way tonight and you threw a bit of a fit, and you never will be because all you do is care for me and make sure I know just how loved I am. You’re so good to me, Love, you’re enough.”

It was then that she noticed how much quieter it was. No longer was there thunder, and whistling wind and the pounding rain had turned into a gentle pattering. The smell of pears and honey wafted from the melting wax, and the cold of the house seemed unable to penetrate the space around them for the meantime. Kisame’s breathing was steady and gentle, and despite the way the night had turned out to be, she felt quite content. This was their home. And it was more than enough.

#kisame #kisame x reader #Akatsuki Invaders #Kisame x OC

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janeykath318 · 3 years

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The Avengers Zoo

“Since when did the Avengers compound become a zoo?” Darcy asked, flabbergasted to see a frog and a porcupine just chilling out while a hairless cat sat in a sunny corner relaxing. Jane had been summoned down to headquarters and she’d begged Darcy to come too.

“Since Loki showed up and decided to cause havoc, as he is wont to do,” Jane sighed. “Everyone is….not human right now.”

“Oh, dear,” Darcy sighed. “Have you figured out who’s who?”

“Getting there. Hawkeye and Falcon are obvious, The bald eagle has to be Steve, and Thor is a golden retriever, which I have to admit, is kind of fitting.”

A big yellow dog trotted over to Jane and sat at her feet, tail wagging and tongue lolling.

“Hey there, big guy!” Darcy greeted. Thor barked and doggy grinned at her.

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too, pal,” she returned, smiling at him. “Hopefully, we can convince your Bro to undo whatever he did.”

“We think they still have their human minds, but Leo and Jemma are running some tests to verify that,” Jane informed her, leading Darcy to another room, which contained a dozing black bear, a striking panther, an adorable floppy-eared bunny, and three large birds of prey.

Darcy’s jaw dropped and she saluted the bald eagle.

“Wow, Cap. It’s a good look on you,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. The eagle-Cap’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t move a muscle.

Talk about majestic.

The sleek Falcon next to him let out a sound that Darcy took to be a birdish laugh and preened his feathers.

“Yeah, I see you, Wilson. You’re looking good, too,” she assured him.

Clint-Hawk flapped over to her and squawked a greeting.

“Hey, Clint. How’s the bird life treating you?” She asked, trying not to laugh. “If this wasn’t top secret, I’d have so much good blackmail material on you.”

Hawkeye gave her a birdie glare and shook his brown feathery head.

Darcy had to stifle a shriek when two large spiders suddenly dropped down in front of her. Of course, they were much bigger than any natural spider, but Loki had probably done that on purpose.

“Natasha?” She asked nervously, looking at the one with the red hourglass symbol on its body and thanking her stars she wasn’t arachnophobic.

The spider blinked at her and waved one of its legs, as if affirming her guess. The other spider was a solid black and much more wiggly than Natasha.

“Let me guess: Peter?” She queried, laughing at the younger spider’s antics as he shot around webbing everything in sight.

“Yep,” Jane sighed. “He makes such a mess.”

“King T’Challa looks every bit as regal in panther form as human form,” Darcy commented, watching the panther walking alongside one of the scientists, not making the slightest noise.

“He’s trying his best to help us figure this out,” Jane said affectionately. “He’s quite brilliant even in large cat form.”

The bunny rabbit hopped over to them and looked up at Darcy intensely. In a flash, she was given a mental image of the transformation moment and all the human identities of the animals.

“That’s definitely Wanda,” She informed Jane.

“She showed me who everyone is.”

One of the other scientists ran over eagerly.

“Ooh. Do tell,” he begged, looking like an excited puppy.

Jane rolled her eyes.

“Darcy, this is Leo Fitz. He’s helping figure this thing out. Fitz, this is Darcy.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise,” Fitz said.

“Other than the ones we already know, the cat is Dr. Strange, the frog is Bruce Banner, the porcupine is Tony Stark…” She cut off with a giggle and Fitz and Jane grinned at the hilarity of Tony the Porcupine.

“Anyway, Wanda is the rabbit, and the bear is Bucky Barnes, bless his heart.”

Darcy looked over to the bear, who was now awake and watching her with quizzical eyes.

“I’d stay away from that one,” Fitz advised. “He growls if anyone gets within three meters of him.”

“Poor Bucky really doesn’t like scientists,” Darcy told him. “He knows me. I’ll be okay.”

She walked over and sat down beside Bucky the Bear. He lifted his head, but didn’t growl or lunge at her.

“Hey, there, Bucky.” She told him. “Can you understand me?”

The big bear head nodded clumsily.

“Excellent,” Darcy beamed, then sighed, remembering their last very awkward encounter. “Now I can finally clear the air about us without you running off or interrupting me with self-flagellation.”

Bucky bear made a mournful sound, but Darcy kept on track.

“I thought we had a good thing going, Bucky. The flirting was top-notch and you had me completely wrapped around your little finger. Then we kissed and suddenly, you freaked out and avoided me like I had the plague. It’s okay if you aren’t ready, but I want you to know I’m not scared of you in bear form and I’m not scared of you in human form, either.

You’re a good man, Bucky Barnes. Believe it or not, you do deserve to be happy. Just think about that, okay?”

She could see Steve’s eagle eye watching them, and The Falcon and The Hawk were also gazing with interest.

The bear snuffled and looked up at her with soulful eyes that were ridiculously cute in a large beast like him.

Darcy had a strong urge to give him a pet, but figured it would be best to ask first.

“Do you mind if I touch you? That fur is really something.”

The bear didn’t seem to mind and Darcy slowly sank her fingers into his side and marveled at the feel. She gently ran her hand over his soft black fur, noting that Bucky bear had closed his eyes in bliss.

“Oh, you like that, do you?” She teased. “I bet your human self would too.”

Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a commotion and Jane Foster giving a familiar mischievous figure a thorough chewing out. Loki was trying to be a smartass, but Jane was having none of it. Finally, he gave an exasperated huff.

“Fine! I have modified the spell to wear off in three days. There is no need for more threats. I am well aware of your expertise. You mortals have no sense of humor.”

With a poof, Loki turned himself into a snake and slithered away.

Jane sighed.

“Hear that everyone? You’ll be human again in three days. I have no idea what we’re going to do in the meantime.”

Turned out, Darcy added Avengers zookeeper to her resume during the next few days. She chatted to them, made terrible bird jokes, and helped make sure they ate. She got to watch Steve, Sam, and Hawkeye soaring regally in the air, which was a pretty incredible sight. Bunny Wanda liked to sit on her lap and nibble at lettuce while Porcupine Tony made ridiculous faces at Darcy and pretended he was going to poke Bucky with his quills. Bucky mostly snoozed at Darcy’s feet or watched the Birdy Trio flying around.

Kitty Strange slept most of the time and looked disdainfully at the others when he was awake, goblin like eyes eerily watchful. Thor of course, followed Jane around with his undying loyalty, and the spiders chilled out in their webs, amusing themselves by building more and more elaborate designs. Bruce was given his own private enclosure away from the chaos and he hopped about contentedly.

When day three arrived, they made sure everyone was in a safe location for a safe transition back to human form and waited it out.

Darcy got a text from Jane while on a coffee run that simply said, “I forgot how annoying human Tony is. I think I liked him better as a porcupine.”

The avengers were chattering and joking around about their antics as animals when Darcy got back.

“Lewis! I hear you’re switching careers to zookeeper!” Tony yelled. She flipped him off and ignored him. (She’d learned long ago this was the most effective method of dealing with him if Pepper wasn’t around to tattle to.)

“I have now dubbed you three the Birdy Trio and nothing is gonna change it, so get used to it,” she informed Steve, Clint, and Sam.

They all groaned and Darcy grinned in satisfaction.

Behind her there came a rusty bark of laughter and she turned to see Bucky grinning from ear to ear. His smiles were rare, but they were so adorable, Darcy’s heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t be smug, Barnes,” she playfully chastened him. “You’re gonna be Bucky Bear to me for the rest of your life.”

The smile did not diminish one bit.

“I hope that’s not the only thing I am to you, doll,” he said softly, making her blush.

Steve, observing their interaction, dragged Clint and Sam away to give them privacy and Darcy vowed to thank him later. Steve really was a good bro.

“You were right. I shouldn’t have run away like that,” he admitted, taking a tentative step toward her. “I’ve been kicking myself ever since. I’ve got more issues than National Geographic magazine, but if you’re willing to give me another chance, I’d definitely like to take it.”

Darcy smiled and grabbed his hands in hers: both of them. He looked surprised when he saw her grasping his metal hand, but he gently squeezed back.

“Bucky Bear, I’d love to. How about we start by catching up over dinner?”

“Sounds great, doll,” he said, beaming at her.

#the avengers #crack fic #wintershock #darcy lewis #bucky barnes

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loverontheleft · 3 years

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YEAH i meant like your other stories posted here. My phone is shit and it won't open the link so I can't read it. Sorry for bothering you :<<

Touch

“Sweet girl,” Brendon murmurs as he shuts the door to his dressing room and slides the leather off his body. You watch in interest as he studies you, curled up on the couch. “I want to try something.”

You perk up at that, and begin peering around the dressing room with interest. Brendon arches an eyebrow, the question clear on his face. “I’m looking for the handcuffs,” you tell him, pouting playfully when he shakes his head and smiles affectionately.

“No, darlin. Nothing like that. At least,” and he gives you that sweet, sexy smile you love so much, “not tonight.” With those words, he crosses to you and kneels on the floor in front of you. His hands are warm on your thighs and you instinctively spread your legs, inviting him.

You’re surprised when he bites his lip and shakes his head again. “Well you’ve totally lost me, but whatever it is, I’m probably on board,” you murmur, stroking his hair with gentle hands. He presses his head firmly against your palms, loving the way your nails rake through his hair.

“I think you’ll like it,” he mumbles, clearly distracted by your touch. “But I also think we should wait til we get to the hotel.” He tips his head to look up at you, and the absolute adoration there takes your breath away as it always does.

You shrug a little and lean forward, kissing his forehead. “Whatever you say, B. I trust you.”

-||-

“Lay down on the bed,” he says the minute you’re both in the room. “And get comfortable.” You kick off your shoes, slip out of your dress, and cross the suite to drape yourself over the plush bedspread, wearing nothing but the cream-colored lace and satin set he bought you earlier this week when the tour was in Paris. He’s still watching you with dark eyes, but there’s no lust playing in his expression. It’s all tender devotion, and you find yourself reaching for him.

He responds immediately, nudging his own shoes off, discarding his sweatpants and t-shirt, and crawling up the bed.

“My girl,” he murmurs, and you move to kiss him. “Ah- not yet, Angel. Soon,” he says in a gentle voice. You must look confused, but he gives no further explanation. “Do you want me behind you?”

The offer sends a thrill through you and you nod. Whatever he has planned, you’re going to enjoy it. He moves nimbly, settling himself behind you and curving his body to match yours. “I’m going to touch you now,” he says, so you spread your legs slightly. Given how tonight is going, you shouldn’t be surprised when his fingers don’t tease between your thighs, but instead move up to run his hands through your hair. His fingers are curved, the tips tracing long paths from your forehead back to the crown of your head. You let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, shivering a little. “Good?” Brendon whispers, and you nod, going limp against him. You were relaxed before, but him playing with your hair has always made you weak.

“Oh god,” you groan, arching into his touch when he starts to massage your scalp. This is his same tactic when he’s washing your hair, and you didn’t think you could melt into the mattress any more than you already have, but he’s gotten you there.

“Good girl,” Brendon tells you, moving his fingers down to the nape of your neck and rubbing tenderly. “So relaxed for me...still good?” You whisper your affirmation and he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I need you to turn around for me, darlin. Can you do that, or do you want me to move instead?” You let out a small, helpless whimper of pleasure and he chuckles low in your ear. “Got it. I’ll move, sweetheart. Hold on.”

He shifts and, so you don’t roll back, grabs several of the unused pillows and creates a barrier for you to rest upon. Once he’s settled in front of you, he snuggles in close and allows you to intertwine your legs. His lips press sweetly to your forehead and you sigh contentedly. “I don’t know what you have planned, but I really love how it’s going so far,” you tell him, curling your fingers over his shoulders.

“I’m glad.” He presses several more gentle kisses to your forehead before resting his against yours and gazing at you longingly. “I love you.” You know he always means it, but right now, each word feels even more sacred. You whisper it back.

Then, his fingers are tracing over the shell of your ear, circling over the lobe and caressing it between his thumb and index finger. You shiver with pleasure and he pauses.

“Feels so good,” you sigh, closing your eyes. He leans in and you catch your breath as the tip of his tongue follows the pattern set by his fingers. His breath on your skin is warm, and the combination of his skin and his cologne drives you crazy in the best way. When his lips finally brush your ear, you’re already trembling with pleasure, clinging to him. His lips are soft and warm and, when his teeth catch your earlobe and nibble gently, you can’t help the low moan of pleasure that falls from your lips. “Brendon…” you manage, scratching idly at his chest.

“Yes, my love?” Even with your eyes closed, you can hear the smile in his tone. “Still good?”

“Amazing,” you correct, snuggling closer. His hands move from your ears to your neck, dragging his fingertips idly down the length of it and around the back to stroke down to your shoulder blades. You try to fight it, but when he replaces his fingers with his mouth just barely grazing you, you rock forward, pressing your hips to his. He’s hard against you, and it only serves as an electrical current to your stomach. “B, kisses…”

“Soon, my Angel. Soon. Let me do this.” If you thought his breath on your ear was an impending orgasm, feeling it on your neck while his hands frame your hips and his cock throbs against you is on a totally new level.

“Okay…” your breath is shaky and you sense the curve of his smile more than you feel it. He continues, just moving his head up and down the length of your neck, not kissing - just taking you in. His nose nudges your ear and you can feel yourself about to beg again. He beats you to it with praise, pressing a warm kiss behind your earlobe.

“My Angel,” he whispers. “My sweet girl.” His lips move down the column of your neck and you try not to whine. “She’s so good for me. Patiently letting me explore her body like this.”

You toss your head to the side and groan into the pillow as his fingertips graze over your collarbone. If someone told you earlier tonight that your husband would make you quiver with absolute need by touching your collarbone, you would’ve laughed. But here he is, body pressed to yours, dragging his fingers over your skin again, this time with slightly more pressure. Your breath catches as his index finger dips into the recess of your clavicle.

You know what’s coming next; you’ve learned the pattern. His head dips down, and he works his mouth over the same pattern. Soft, sweet kisses, and he’s taking his time. He’s embracing your body like he’s got all the time in the world. His eyes are closed in concentration and you try not to squirm under him. Nimble fingers unclasp the delicate fastening of your bra and he discards it by letting it slide off the bed. You’re expecting him to trace over your breasts next, but he doesn’t. Instead, he wriggles down to your stomach, resting his forehead against your ribs and stroking your sides gently with his thumbs. His fingers trace teasing lines from your ribs to your hips, and his warm breath against you is making your back arch.

“I know, Angel. I know how bad you want it. And you’ll get me soon. I promise.” He presses a kiss just to the left of your navel before looking up at you. “Did you know you have a freckle on the underside of your left breast?” You shake your head and he reaches up, just barely brushing a fingertip against the curve. He returns to your stomach and waist, placing more open-mouthed kisses all over you. His hands still caress your sides and he’s breathing hard, murmuring to you the whole time about how beautiful you are.

“You’re tormenting me,” you whine, wriggling under him and tugging at his hair. He smiles against your stomach and sucks and nibbles a quick mark just inside your right hip bone. “I wanna - I wanna…”

He blinks up at you innocently. “What do you want, Princess?”

“I wanna play,” you gasp, spreading your legs under him and rolling your hips up. He taps your hip lightly so you’ll lie prone, and, when you’re flat under him again, scoots down even lower. “Fucking finally,” you whisper as his breath warms over your clit. “Wait-“ You’re confused as he keeps sliding down, thumbs hooked into your lace panties and dragging them down with him. “Where are you going?!”

“Lower,” Brendon murmurs, kissing your inner thigh as he goes. “My love, I’m going lower.” He settles at your feet and, with delicate strokes, runs two fingers down each of your calves. He’s moving his hands up and down, and he’ll allow himself to go as high as mid-thigh, before tracing back down. You’re whimpering, achingly wet, reaching for him and he’s nuzzling your calves and inner thighs, nibbling there just above your knee.

Warm hands encircle your ankles and he guides your legs wider apart. When he looks up at you with big, dark eyes, your breath catches in your throat. “You’re so fucking handsome,” you tell him, trying to reach down to slide two fingers in deep. He gently thwacks the back of your hand, shaking his head at you affectionately.

“Be good, Angel. Be my good Angel. I know you need more, and you’ll get more soon. But I’m not done.” Soft lips press just above your ankle and he slowly, teasingly, works his way back up your body, alternating from side to side. You’re praying for him to dip his tongue into you as he goes, just to give you something, but he skips from your upper thigh to your hip.

His breath moves in a slow, arching path along your stomach, and his eyes are fixed on you. As he moves up your body, he finally allows himself to touch your breasts. You're breathing hard, he’s throbbing and hard, and his fingers are so soft as he traces around each nipple. “Soon, Angel. I’m so close to being done.”

Your heart is racing still and you genuinely think you might come from his touch if he keeps going. Tracing and teasing, rolling your nipples in between his fingers. When he ducks his head down to suck one into his mouth, you cry out and twist your legs around his waist. He’s trying to control himself, but the feeling of your wet heat against his erection is getting to be too much.

Gasping, he wrenches himself away from your breasts, squirming up higher to nuzzle another delicate path from your collarbone to your jaw. He’s adjusted so he’s no longer pressing against your entrance; now his heavy cock is resting in the dip of your hip bone, pulsing between your bodies. You wiggle against him and you can feel the beads of precum rub into your skin.

Your head is spinning, your mouth is dry, and if he’d just kiss you, you know you could come. He meets your eyes and you whimper. Strong hands frame your face and he moves close, lips just barely brushing yours. You press closer and he pulls back, keeping the distance the same. You can feel the electricity between your mouths; you’re honestly not sure if you’re touching or not.

“I love you,” Brendon tells you again, and you could cry in relief when he shifts again. You can feel the slick, smooth pressure of the tip of his cock against you just for a split second. He’s teasing himself now; he’s got his hips drawn back as he runs his hands through your hair. “Can I have you, Angel?”

“Yes, please, yes,” you moan, scratching at his shoulders and back. When he finally, finally kisses you the way you both love, your eyes roll back in your head and he takes the moment to slide in deep. It’s like your first kiss all over again, sweet and tender with an underlying current of tension and rapture. The two of you are clinging to each other; your legs are high over his waist, and he’s thrusting hard, panting against your mouth.

“You were so good,” he murmurs in between ragged breaths, groaning when you squeeze around him and arch up to suck at his neck. “You were so damn good for me. Letting me tease and explore - fuck, you are so wet…” His head falls back and his pace increases. You twine your arms around his neck and clutch him closer.

“You’re such a tease,” you whine, dragging your nails down his back and relishing the hiss of pleasured pain that he gasps against your neck.

“I am, but it’s worth it, isn’t it? To have you feeling like this?” He’s genuinely asking, and you nod. He grins, a triumphant, exhilarated expression, and you buck your hips up, taking him deeper. “You’re gonna make me come,” he warns, his forehead against yours and your lips moving together idly. “I’m gonna come in you.”

“Do it,” you whimper, using every ounce of strength to keep rolling up into him. His hands, his glorious hands, come down and curve under your ass. He firmly lifts you just an inch or two, but he’s so much deeper and at the perfect angle. You think your entire body is going to explode and you can’t even speak from the blinding pleasure that is overriding your senses.

“You gonna come for me?” The question is groaned into your mouth and you nod, digging your nails into his shoulder blades. “That’s it baby, hold on tight and come apart on my cock. You know I love how you scratch me up. Come for me.” He throbs inside you and you shriek, relinquishing one hand to grab his head and force his mouth firmly down to yours.

“Bren, now!”

It’s a piercing squeal and your hand still situated on his back makes one long path down to the base of his spine as you tremble and shudder under him. You can’t manage any other words, just panting breaths, save for one long whimpering moan when he bites down on your neck and pulses into you. “Good girl,” Brendon groans, thrusting hard and going deep. “My best girl, my love, my Angel, making me come.” You’re quivering under him, scratching and begging him to keep going, and when he’s given you everything he can, he slumps down over you and you wrap your arms around his neck.

His breath is heavy and warm against your shoulder, and you hold him as close as possible, wanting to meld your bodies together.

“How is my best girl?” His voice, when he speaks again, is exhausted. You nuzzle into him, purring that you feel so damn good, so full of him and so relaxed. “Good. Wanted to take care of you.”

“Oh, you did,” you assure him, letting him roll you both over so you’re face to face on your sides. “How are you?”

“Blissed out. Boneless. So fucking turned on by you.” He grins a little and you smile, kissing him.

“I think…” you pause for a moment. “I think I could be on board with a repeat.”

He arches an eyebrow. “Even though it was such a terrible tease?”

“It was,” you agree. “But I’ve never come that fast or that hard, and it was worth it.”

Brendon makes a thoughtful sound, closing his eyes. “I’ll keep that in mind. My dirty Angel likes to be thoroughly touched and teased and explored before she gets fucked.”

“Shit, Brendon…” you moan, using your foot to catch the edge of the blanket. “Don’t start talking dirty. I’ll wanna go again and neither of us are capable of that right now.”

He grins sleepily against your neck, pressing warm kisses there. “Maybe I’ll wake you up like that tomorrow,” he promises. “Make you come again hard and then order room service. Yeah…” he yawns a little, snuggling closer to you. “Maybe I’ll wake you up like that.”

“Not if I wake you up like that first,” you mumble, laughing when you feel his lips part against your neck. “It’s my turn to touch, baby.”

#i’m an idiot #brendon urie #brendon urie fic #brendon urie x reader #Brendon Urie smut #my work

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hxlyhead-harpies · 4 years

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The Last Dream of My Soul pt. 3 (R.L.)

Pairing: Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: The very bookish (Y/n) has spent most of her life alone, aside from her best friends Lily and her beloved books. But when the infamous Marauders get thrust into her life, how could she resist the beautiful and unattainable Remus.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2.7k

Hi everyone! I am really proud of this part and how it turned out so I hope that you like it!

Part 1, Part 2

Now that you spent more time with the Marauders, you finally got to go to Hogsmeade with Lily again. Just like old times you and Lily walked around arm in arm. The only difference now though, was that her other arm was linked around James’s. It must have been an odd sight. The three of you strolling through the village together, attached at the arms. But you didn’t care. You finally had your time with Lily back.

“Oi (Y/n)!” Sirius shouted. You turned towards him, smiling.

“Yes?”

“You make an absolutely fabulous third wheel. Even better at it than me, I reckon,” he said with a laugh. You dislodged your arm from Lily’s and began to walk in step with Sirius.

“I would say that it’s still a pretty close contest. I haven’t forgotten when you went along on a date with them,” you said jokingly. Lily turned to look over her shoulder from in front of you.

“And I haven’t forgotten yet either, you git!” Lily shouted. Sirius let out a deep belly laugh.

“I’m sorry Evans! I swear,” he shouted back. You laughed along with the two of them, struggling to remember a time when you had felt this happy. You were finally starting to understand the appeal of larger friend groups. You couldn’t feel lonely when you were surrounded by friends. You turn to look over your shoulder to see Remus and Peter lagging behind you. Peter had dropped his scarf and had begun to chase after it when it got caught in the wind. While the snow on the path to Hogsmeade had been shoveled, the sides of the roadway had not. So as Peter kept attempting to run through the shin-deep snow, he kept faceplanting into it. Remus stood behind him, safely on the road, with a wide grin on his face. His face was flushed red from the cold and he kept shouting after Peter, attempting to direct him to the scarf. The scene made you smile softly. You felt a nudge against your shoulder. You turned to face Sirius who was giving you an odd look. His expression made you almost believe that he knew something that you didn’t.

“What?” you asked him.

“What’re you staring at?” he inquired. You gestured to Peter struggling to get up from a mound of snow, sputtering out a string of curses.

“Peter’s lost his scarf,” you answered simply. Sirius smirked at you.

“Are you sure that all you were looking at?” he responded in a teasing tone. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“What do you mean Sirius?”

“Oh nothing,” he responded cheekily. You frown, confused at his answer. Before you had the chance to further push the question the lot of you arrived at the Three Broomsticks.

James pushed open the door, causing a blast of warm air to hit you. You sighed contentedly. James and Sirius ran off to the bar to grab a round of butterbeer.

“A hot chocolate for me!” you yelled after the two boys, sliding into the booth next to Lily. Sirius turned around towards you and saluted in affirmation. After you and Lily got settled, removing the layers of hats and scarves from your body, Remus and Peter stumbled through the door. They were both smiling wide with red faces. Peter was huffing and puffing but held up his red and gold scarf above his head triumphantly. You and Lily cheered loudly from your table, drawing the attention of a few of the other patrons. They made their way over to the table, grinning the entire way. As they made their way over, James and Sirius also arrived at the table, beverages in hand. James slid in next to Lily while Peter sat on his other side. Remus gently slipped into the spot next to you, while Sirius began handing out the drinks.

“Okay then. Butterbeers for all of the normal people, and hot chocolates for Moony and (Y/n),” he said factitiously. You and Remus both reached for the same mug, accidentally brushing hands. You pulled back your hand quickly, muttering a quick apology, and attempted to hide the heat that had risen to your cheeks. Ever since that night in the common room where Remus had revealed to you that he didn’t like the idea of romance, you had done everything in your power to squash your crush. You tried your best to sit far from him at meals, you made sure that you were never alone together, and you found yourself talking to him less. But alas, none of this helped to quell your infatuation. All it took was merely seeing his face or hearing him speak for you to become a stuttering mess. None of your efforts conceded in stopping butterflies from erupting in your stomach every time you were near him.

The table talked about random, trivial things for a while. Topics such as “who had finished the charms essay” and “why were the first years acting extra annoying?” After a few minutes though, side conversations began to break off. Sirius and Peter appeared to be in a heated conversation, while Lily and James looked at each other all lovey-dovey, exchanging gentle touches to each other’s arms. For a moment you and Remus sat in silence, sipping your hot chocolates. After a second Remus cleared his throat.

“So I’m really enjoying the book so far,” he said.

“Good, I’m glad,” you replied with a smile.

“And I have to say, your annotations are quite entertaining,” he teasingly said. You groaned, putting your head in your hands.

“I’m sorry about that. But you can’t say I didn’t warn you,” you replied. He shot you a grin before taking another sip of hot chocolate.

“Well-” he placed his mug back down on the table- “It definitely makes reading it more fun,” he said. You smiled at this, humming in agreement.

“I suppose that could be true, I do tend to write pretty idiotic things in the margins,” you said with a laugh. Remus laughed along with you.

“I wouldn’t say idiotic… Though they aren’t the most insightful comments,” he teased. You playfully nudge his arm, ignoring the way that the touch made your heart skip a beat.

“But I do have to say, my favorite part is seeing the lines that you underline. You pick good favorite phrases,” he said earnestly. You smiled, tracing the rim of your mug with your forefinger.

“It’s one of my many talents,” you respond. Remus hummed in agreement before returning to his hot chocolate. At that moment Sirius began to tell a story detailing his latest rendezvous and you turned toward him to listen. You and Lily made faces at the moments where he bordered on disrespectful, sending him warning glares, while James high fived him from under the table.

After about an hour of reveling in the warmth of the pub, the group headed back out into the cold, ready to make the journey back to Hogwarts. As you exited the pub’s doors you felt yourself gasp in delight. While you were sitting inside, it had begun to snow. You practically ran outside, sticking your hands out to try and catch snowflakes. Lily and the Marauders watched you from the doorway, all of them smiling. You turned back to look at them with a jubilant expression.

“Guys,” you exclaimed breathily, “it’s snowing!” Lily ran out to join you, immediately sticking out her tongue to catch snowflakes. James followed behind her closely, putting his hand on her waist. Sirius spent no time crafting a snowball and chucking it at Peter’s stomach. The boys began chasing after one another, attempting to stuff snow down each other’s hoods. Lily squealed with delight when James picked her up by the waist before plopping her down into a snowbank.

“Potter!” she shrieked, “You’re going to pay for that!” She made a snowball as quickly as she could and chucked it at her boyfriend, earning a chuckle from the group. You watched from the side, content catching snowflakes in your gloved hand and watching them disappear. After a moment you sensed someone walk up beside you. You looked up to see Remus who was smiling down on you. You smiled back, your stomach churning. His eyes looked down at your gloves which had an array of snowflakes melting on them.

“Here,” he said, moving to stand in front of you. He grabbed your hand lightly, turning it so your palm was facing the sky. He waited for a snowflake to land there before muttering a quick incantation and pointing his wand at the flake. It froze in place, his spell stopping it from melting. You looked at it with wide eyes, admiring its beauty. The small, crystalized, symmetrical shape was extremely beautiful. You felt awestruck. You looked up to thank Remus, an impossibly large grin on your face.

“Thank you,” you breathed out. He smiled at you before responding.

“You’re welcome. I thought you’d enjoy it,” he said, his breath fanning across your face, reminding you of your close proximity. You flushed, stepping back an inch.

“I did,” you replied shyly. The moment is broken when a snowball exploded on Remus’s shoulder. He sputtered for a moment, knocked off balance. He reached for your shoulder to steady himself before scanning the scene to identify his attacker. Sirius and James grinned at him cheekily, more snowballs in hands.

“Oh you two are dead!” he yelled at his best friends, kneeling down to create his own snowball. The snow war waged on for a few more minutes, you eventually being pulled into the battle. And you use it as an excuse to distract yourself from replaying the moment that you just had with Remus.

After your small moment in Hogsmeade, you felt a slight shift in your relationship with Remus. He seemed to purposely seek you out to talk to you; topics of discussion ranged from books to the upcoming holiday break to random tidbits of gossip. (Remus was a notorious gossip but he would vehemently deny it if anyone suggested it). The way he spoke to you appeared to be softer, more gentle, and when you’d find yourself alone with him in the common room late at night, the conversations seemed more intimate and vulnerable. But despite these factors, you refused to let yourself think about it too deeply. You knew Remus’s stance on romance and you didn’t want to get your hopes up for nothing. Despite this though, you still reveled in each conversation, soaking up everything that he had to say. You were content just listening to him talk, hearing the melodic tone of his voice. And while late at night you fantasized that he’d confess his love to you in the same way that the leading men from your books did, you were just fine being his friend. At least that was what you told yourself.

At some point, you and Remus had formed a habit of reading together in the astronomy tower. It was almost always empty after dinner, so you and Remus would head up there and settle down next to each other to read. You would mostly read in silence, occasionally breaking the quiet tranquility to discuss something happening in your respective novels. But it was a comfortable silence, the kind of silence you had only ever experienced before with Lily. It almost scared you how fast Remus and you had become close. You thought that you had a good understanding of one another, despite only knowing each other for a few weeks. You knew that you didn’t know everything about him, but you felt that you truly knew him nonetheless.

On this night you were reading Persuasion, another muggle romance. Remus was still reading your tattered copy of A Tale of Two Cities. You had been reading for about half an hour when you began to peer over the edge of your book at Remus, something you caught yourself doing quite often.

His eyes were slightly furrowed in concentration, his thumbnail caught between his teeth. His messy hair was beginning to fall into his eyes which were sweeping across the page in front of him. He looked absolutely beautiful, and you felt as if you could spend your whole life watching him.

You eventually let your eyes fall back to your own book, attempting to avoid being caught admiring him. You spent a few more moments reading, envisioning yourself and Remus in the shoes of Anne and Captain Wentworth until you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turned to look up at Remus, who was smiling gently.

“I think I’ve found your favorite part,” he said quietly. You felt yourself smile and straightened up.

“Really?” you asked excitedly. Remus nodded, shifting around so he was now facing you fully. He cleared his throat and before you realized his plan he began to read the passage out loud.

“To none. No, Miss Manette, to none. If you will hear me through a very little more, all you can ever do for me is done. I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul,” he read. You felt yourself beam as he uttered your favorite line. It had somehow become even more romantic in his voice.

“In my degradation I have not been so degraded but that the sight of you with your father, and of this homemade such a home by you, has stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me. Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent forever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down,” he paused to take a breath, looking up at you with flushed cheeks.

“But I wish you to know that you inspired it,” he said, finishing the paragraph. You felt yourself swoon from the combination of the romantic words of the text and Remus’s eyes boring into your own. You smiled softly at him before turning away, unable to handle the eye contact. You played with the hem of your skirt for a second, though you still felt his eyes on you.

“You guessed correctly,” you muttered, “that is my favorite part.” Remus hummed, nodding slightly.

“I can see why you enjoy it so much,” he said. From the corner of your eye, you saw him tracing his finger across the words you had underlined.

“Really? You? Mr. unromantic?” you teased. You lifted your head to look at him again. His cheeks were tinted red and he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Well… maybe I’m beginning to see the appeal of romance,” he said ashamedly. You furrowed your eyebrows and attempted to slow your now racing heart.

“Oh?” you said softly, not daring to meet his eyes.

“Well fictional ones at least,” he said quickly. You felt your face crumple at his words, quickly attempting to cover it up.

“Oh I understand what you mean,” you replied, trying to keep your words light. “At least now you have so many more books you can read,” you continued. Remus chuckled from beside you.

“I suppose so. Might have to borrow them from you though,” he said. “I’ll miss reading your annotations after I’m done with this,” he continued, flashing the cover of the book towards you. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and shot him a small smile.

“Well don’t worry. I have hoards of books with silly little notes in them that I can lend you,” you said with a giggle. Remus laughed with you for a moment before you turned back to your own novel. Quickly, you became engrossed in the story. So engrossed that you missed the way Remus continuously traced one line in the book. A line that had been underlined many times, in an array of colors. A line that had kept you up at night, fantasizing that someday, someone would think it of you.

“I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul”

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waveypedia · 3 years

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This is why we can’t have nice things- Chat Noir and Ladybug

It’s You, My Dear

Ladybug sighs and slaps her hand against her head. “This is why we can’t have nice things, Chat.”

Chat flashes his famous Cheshire grin, wide and proud, and locks his hands behind his back, rocking on his heels to burn excess energy. “This is just an expression of my artistic genius.”

“There’s flour all over my kitchen,” Ladybug deadpans. “The kitchen that took me an hour to set up so we could cook together.”

“And now I’ve helped you decorate!” Chat replies, grinning, “Don’t crap on my creativity, M’Lady!”

“I would never crap on actual creativity,” Ladybug sighs. “This is just a mess.”

“But it’s our mess,” Chat gives Ladybug his best winning smile.

Ladybug boops Chat on the nose, causing his mouth to open in a small, perfect ‘o’. “No, it’s yours.”

Chat chuckles softly and brushes some flour off of his suit. They float to the ground like tiny snowflakes, revealing the darkness of his suit underneath. “All right, My Lady. I concede. You’re by far the better cook out of both of us. I’ll clean up, and you cook up a purr-fect feast.”

Ladybug snorts and gently slaps a layer of flour off Chat’s shoulder. “I spend a lot of time baking, Kitty, don’t be discouraged.”

Chat Noir simply laughs and brushes more flour off of him. It coats the floor. “I don’t mind if my cookies aren’t perfect. It’s fun to make them. A good friend taught me how!”

Ladybug smiles wistfully. Her train of thought arrives at the familiar Adrien station, like always, and she remembers the day a couple years ago when she taught Adrien how to bake chocolate chip cookies. But, of course, the two instances are completely unrelated.

She pushes away the nostalgia of that sweet summer day and consciously focuses on the here and now. She could make these cookies in her sleep (and she has), but right now, Chat deserves her attention.

He’s gotten most of the flour off of him now, so he looks much more like himself than Chat Blanc (although, whenever those heartbreaking memories surface when Ladybug looks at flour-covered Chat, all she has to do is look into his eyes. His beautiful, un-akumatized, green eyes. That’s her kitty.) and is sweeping up the flour on the makeshift kitchen floor - which is really a rooftop. Flour soars off the roof and into the streets below, causing passing Parisians to look up, point, and shout with excitement. Ladybug waves at them, and they eagerly wave back. She smiles at the phones with cameras pointed at her and imagines Alya’s future blog post.

But that doesn’t matter right now. She and Chat step away from the roof, and after a little while, the novelty wears off. The consistent subtle murmur of passerbys’ chatter from the streets fades into the background, and Ladybug turns back to her cookies.

“Almost done, Chat,” she calls over her shoulder.

“Wonderful, M’Lady,” he replies, spreading out the checkered picnic blanket. It’s her parent’s, soft and worn from use, and she takes it out on picnics with her friends all the time. Granted, they’re usually in a park rather than on a rooftop. “I think my friend has a picnic blanket like this. She likes to throw picnics.”

Ladybug hums in response as she takes the first batch of cookies out of the oven. “Oh, really? This is my parents’. I think it used to be popular.”

“My friend’s picnic blanket is her parents’, too,” he replies absently. “It must be.”

Ladybug piles the cookies on a plate and sets them next to the picnic basket on the blanket. Chat Noir is seated already, with his legs dangling off the rooftop, gazing at the horizon in the distance. His expression is soft and thoughtful, and his eyes are filled with a million thoughts she can not discern. It’s endearing.

Ladybug sits down next to him. “Are you ready, Kitty?”

His smile is back in full force as he snaps his head over to meet her gaze. “Of course, Bugaboo!”

Ladybug rolls her eyes, but busies herself with setting out plates for each of them. He statches a piece of cheese for his kwami for later.

She savors the way his eyes light up with delight.

They sit in comfortable silence for a little while as they enjoy the food. Parisians stroll along the streets below, mostly unaware of the heroes perched above them, save for a few sharp-eyed denizens who are rewarded with waves and winks for their efforts. After a while, Chat leans his head against Ladybug’s shoulder, letting out a soft sigh.

Ladybug snorts and pushes him, but gently. “You’re too tall for this, Chat.”

His only response is to hum contentedly and snuggle in closer, causing her to giggle despite herself. His neck is twisted almost sideways to fit on her shoulder, but he doesn’t look uncomfortable in the slightest.

She shoves him a little harder. “Chat, c’mon. You’re going to get a kink in your neck.”

“I sleep in class all the time, My Lady. I don’t mind it.” But he obliges, rubbing his neck.

Ladybug sighs good-naturedly. “That’s not good, Chat.” She’s aware that she’s a hypocrite, but only sometimes. She tries not to be. It’s hard enough to keep her grades up with all her… extracurricular activities.

Chat shrugs nonchalantly. “Sometimes I have to get up really early for pho- for my job,” he explains. “And of course the midnight akumas. I swear, does Hawk Moth ever sleep?”

Ladybug laughs at that. Tension she didn’t even realize was there fades away, floating into the wind as Ladybug’s giggles tinkle like bells and Chat grins wide at the validation. “His sleep schedule must be so messed up. Maybe that’s why he’s like that.”

“A lack of sleep does make me quite a grumpy cat,” Chat muses. “But I can say with certainty that I’ve never gone on a homicidal violence spree and tried to steal jewelry because of it.”

Ladybug giggles again. “Good job on beating Hawk Moth, then.”

Chat smirks and sighs contentedly, picking up a cookie. He sighs with pure delight as his teeth sink into it.

Ladybug watches him, smirking, ignoring the growing valley of joy in her chest at the validation. Chat’s initial reaction whenever he eats sweets is always the same - pure bliss, over the top, but always genuine. It never fails to make her smile.

She’s noticed before that Adrien reacts similarly whenever she brings in baked goods, and she knows full well he’s on a very strict diet (one that always seems to leave him tired and drained, no matter how much she tries to hide it). Chat’s home situation is probably similar, especially based on the little details he’s let slip out, which makes her blood boil. So she’s made it her mission to fill both boys up with all the treats they can handle.

It’s the little things.

“These are wonderful, M’Lady,” Chat says softly. He won’t meet her eyes.

Ladybug fights the smile growing on her face and shoves him playfully. Her feelings, and the mood, are threatening to take a turn down a road she’s terrified to explore.

Adrien. Adrien. Adrien. Remember Adrien. Do not fall for Chat Noir. Don’t ruin what you have.

“You’re just saying that,” she teases, even though she knows he’s not. The guilt stings in her stomach, settling with the homemade food she’s eating.

“Why, M’Lady, I meant what I said! These cookies are simply purr-fect.”

Ladybug placed her hands on her hips and rolled her eyes. “You got flour all over my makeshift kitchen.”

“These cookies are all the better because you made them, My Lady,” Chat smiled back, unfazed in the face of Ladybug’s annoyance, but with a touch of genuinity.

Ladybug huffed in response and spread out the picnic blanket. “Sit down already. You’re going to fill yourself up on cookies.”

Chat put the cookie he was about to bite into down and cast a longing look at the cookie platter, but sat down without complaint. “You’re a wonderful cook, My Lady!”

Ladybug smiles softly. “Thank you, Kitty.”

They lean against each other, foreheads touching, and watch the sunset. Oranges and pinks flush Paris in auroric flames. Ladybug’s hand tingles from where it’s brushing Chat’s and the cookies.

“You know,” Chat says softly, so softly Ladybug isn’t sure if she’s imagining his voice or not, “You say we can’t have nice things, but this seems pretty nice to me.”

A grin slowly worms its way up Ladybug’s face. “Yeah,” she replies, equally as soft. Chat’s ears twitch. “I think so too.” In more ways than one.

Their hands brush closer and closer until their fingers close around each other. Somehow, inexplicably, she knows Chat hears her unsaid words.

“Pretty nice,” she echoes, half to herself, as they sit on the rooftops of their city and watch the world go by. All they have is each other. All they need is each other.

The sun sets, and the world turns to shades of gray, and still they sit. Ladybug pulls out the hot chocolate, kept warm in the thermoses her family swears up and down by. They stay long after color bleeds out of the world, shoulders touching, hands entwined, heads leaning against each other despite the height difference.

It’s nearing midnight when Ladybug shifts her asleep foot and breaks the proverbial blanket over the two of them. A pang of regret resonates in her heart, but as she shakes life into her cold limbs, she knows it’s for the best. Parting is never easy, even if it’s just for the night.

With her kitty, she’d rather always be with him. Every goodbye hurts.

Chat stands up and stretches, curling up his back and tail just like a real cat. Ladybug’s mouth quirks into a teasing smile, and she reaches out to give him a quick scratch under the chin, relishing in the way his eyes close in pure safety and contentment. She presses her fingers slightly closer to feel the purr that rumbles through his body, steady and sure.

They divvy up the remaining snacks (Ladybug sneaks him half her share - he needs it more than she does. Even if all of her conceptions of his home life are mistaken, blown out of proportion, based on what she knows of Adrien’s, she does live above a bakery. But she’s fairly certain she’s not wrong on this one, despite how much she hopes she is.) and part ways for the night. Chat gives her a tight hug, and he’s so warm, just like a real cat. Ladybug melts in his embrace, and wishes they could stay there forever, frozen, untouched by the world moving around them. She knows he’s thinking the same thing.

Alas, it does have to end, and they part ways with a wave and a few nonsensical words shouted to the wind with the adrenaline from movement and the cold air kicking into their tired bodies. Ladybug begins the trek home, her limbs moving mechanically through the familiar movements as she soars over Paris in a way most people could only dream to.

When she’s safe in bed, with her diminished share of snacks tucked safely away in the cupboard, Marinette clutches her cat pillow to her and bundles up in her blankets. She thinks about how they don’t quite compare to Chat’s warmth.

Tikki, curling up on Marinette’s pillow, smiles knowingly.

these guys are really fun to write fluff for

title is from my dear from red velvet! lyrics from this song actually inspired me to make a doc filled with title ideas (mostly song lyrics, which is what i’ve been drawing a lot from lately) and i’ve been saving this one since june 😳 i think it fits here

#wavey writes #my asks #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #ladybug #chat noir #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #miraculous ladybug fic #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #cat noir #ladynoir #love square #adrienette #tikki

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mycupoffanfiction · 4 years

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You Complete Me

Ez Reyes x Reader (Smut)

Summary: Ez comes home from a long run to his best friend, but their relationship takes a new turn when they haven’t seen one another for a long time.

Warnings: Lots of fluff, lots of kissing, making out, general flirty/smutty behaviour, teasing, tickling/playful wrestling, gentle choking, sex, Ezekiel Reyes (yes, he is a warning)

Word count: Approx 3600

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A/N: Okay, so I was going to write this in sections, but apparently my creativity didn’t want to do that and what was meant to be a drabble turned into a full fic 😅 this is a combination of 3 different requests from lovely @ly--canthrope, I hope you enjoy this and I managed to put these all together well enough, they seemed to work so well as a trio of requests! Enjoy 💖 ALSO I tried my best to edit this, but I’ve been writing it for like 2 days and I think mistakes are just invisible to me now, so I apologise if I’ve missed a bunch, especially towards the end 🙈

"Are you gonna be home soon?" You asked, a pout evident in your voice, making Ez chuckle. "Yeah chica, I'll be home tonight, probably late though, like one or two in the morning." He replies. "Oh," You sighed. "That's ages away." You said, looking at the clock on the tv stand, it was only four in the afternoon. "I'll leave something for you to eat in the fridge." You told him. "Thank you chica, I love you." Ez grinned, waiting to hear the words back. "Love you too, give Angel a-"

"I'm not giving him a kiss for you." Ez interrupted you with a laugh, remembering what you had said over the phone to him last time he was coming back from a run when you were a bit tipsy.

Erupting into giggles, you fell back against the couch and let out a content sigh. "I was going to say hug him for me, but now that you mention it-."

"Why don't I get kisses?" Ez tried to sound as convincingly playful as possible, but you could hear the pang of jealousy in his voice. "Oh Zeke," your voice almost sounded coy, flirtatious even. "There's one waiting for you at home, so hurry up and come and get it." You teased, the biker laughing, you could hear the grin on his lips. "Alright hermosa, I'll try and make it quick, gotta go." He sounded almost apologetic before he quickly hung up the phone.

Best friends, at least that's what you told everyone, but in reality you weren't even entirely sure where the lines stood anymore. They were beyond blurred at this point and sometimes you weren't even sure they were still there, but that wasn’t a bad thing. Two peas in a pod, inseparable. It had always been that way, you had always been inseparable, impossible to find one without the other, unless of course, Ez was away doing club business.

It was late at night when Ez returned home. For the last few months you had been roommates, it made Ez feel better, knowing you were safer than you had been in your old apartment in a part of town that was known for break ins and altercations, even during broad daylight. At least here, you were closer to the clubhouse and if he wasn’t there, someone else was only a call and a few minutes drive from your house if anything happened. As Angel had put it on more than one occasion, being a friend of the club came with its own dangers, ones that Ez wanted to protect you from as much as possible.

Closing the front door as quietly as possible, Ez slid his kutte off and hung it up next to your jacket before bending over to unlace his boots and neatly place them beside your shoes. It felt good to finally put his things back where he felt like they were supposed to be, right next to yours.

Walking through the living room, Ez paused, a soft smile on his lips as he noticed you sleeping on the couch. Your plan to stay up and wait for him had obviously backfired when sleep had got its way, but Ez was glad to see you resting, especially since he was home much later than he had told you he would be.

Gently, so not to wake you, Ez carefully draped a throw blanket over your sleeping form before leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“Zeke?” You muttered softly, stirring from your sleep. The fact that he was your first thought, that you used the nickname that you had coined had his heart fluttering. “Hey preciosa, I’m here, go back to sleep.” Ez whispered softly to you, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. Lazily, you held your arms out and Ez grinned, leaning down to take you into his embrace, letting you rest against his chest as he held you.

Deciding to forego the meal that had been left for him, especially since it was well past four in the morning and he just wanted to sleep, Ez gently lifted you off the couch, cradling you against his chest as he carried you to bed. It was a normal thing for you and Ez to share a space like the bed, it wasn’t even in a romantic way, but some nights you just needed the comfort of one another.

But you would be lying if you said there weren't some romantic feelings there too. In truth, you were head over heels for Ezekiel, he was handsome, sweet and caring. How could you not fall for him? You were just as happy being best friends with him, but you couldn’t deny that you had romantic thoughts about him. And good god, that man almost seemed to like seeing you slightly flustered when he makes it a habit to walk around the house in just his underwear or a towel while having the audacity to tease you and wink at you.

“Don’t let go.” You mumbled softly as he laid you down on his bed. “Hold on chica, my jeans have desert dust all over them.” He chuckled softly, moving away just to unbuckle his jeans and pull them down. He’d had half the mind to grab some sweatpants, but Ez was quick to decide that he couldn’t be bothered to try and dig through his drawers to find them and it wasn’t like it was the first time he’d slept next to you in just his shirt and boxers.

Slipping into bed, Ez pulled you close, letting you rest against his chest as he cuddled with you, holding you tightly. “Goodnight, preciosa.” He whispered to you. “Night Zeke.” You mumbled, already drifting off to sleep again and Ezekiel found himself feeling peaceful, as if for the first time in two weeks of being away, that he could finally rest.

Closing his eyes, he cuddled up to you as closely as possible, and finally, he fell into a deep sleep.

Slowly, Ez stirred from his slumber, smiling as soon as he felt you cuddled up against him, curled into his side with your arm thrown over his middle. He could get used to this, he thought.

“Morning.” You whispered to him, having been awake for a while, but you have been far too cosy next to Ez to even play with the idea of getting out of bed. “Hey, chica.” Ezekiel replied, looking down at you with a lazy grin on his lips. “You sleep good?” He asked. “Mhm, best sleep in like, two weeks.” You nodded, Ez chuckling softly, knowing you never slept well when he wasn’t around, but it was the same when he was away from you too. “I barely got a wink in the last two weeks either.” Ez said, stretching himself out a bit, yawning as he shuffled around, pushing the sheets further down his torso.

“There’s a party at the clubhouse tonight, you comin’? The guys wanna see you.” Ez told you, watching as you moved so you were laying on your front and propping yourself up using his chest, your fingers idly playing with the soft cotton of his shirt. “Yeah, that sounds like fun.” You replied, reaching up to gently trace over the tattoo on his arm, your fingers absentmindedly running over his prominent veins.

“Good, that’ll stop Angel and Coco from whining.” He chuckled. “But now, I wanna spend the rest of the day with you.” Ez grinned, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. Humming contentedly, you leaned into him, closing your eyes.

“Hey,” Ez suddenly spoke with an accusing tone, pulling away from you. “Where’s my kiss you promised, huh?” He asked, playfully tickling your sides. With a shriek of laughter, you squirmed away from Ez, but you both ended up wrestling, laughter coming from you both as he suddenly sprang up and trapped you beneath him so he could tickle you, his fingers gently gliding under the hem of your top to get at your sides.

“Stop!” You giggled, your laughter and smiles were uncontrollable under his touch, tears gathering in your eyes from the laughter. Ez finally relented with a wide grin on his face, pausing as he leaned over you, admiring just how gorgeous you were beneath him with that beautiful smile, the way your eyes gazed into his with such a sweet, soft look.

Slowly, he leaned down, lips brushing gently against yours, your fingers caressing his cheek, your touch so calming and sweet as you pulled yourself closer to him. You kissed him, tender, gentle and loving as he moved his lips against yours, pouring every emotion, every feeling he had ever felt for you into his kiss. Ezekiel’s body pressed you into the mattress, his strong arms on either side of you, holding himself up as he kissed you breathless.

He didn’t want to pull away and maybe, just for a moment, Ez was convinced it was all a dream, a beautiful, delightful dream that he never wanted to end, but as you parted from him, looking up at the man above you with sweet doe eyes, a look of love and deep adoration clung to you both and he realised that maybe it was real.

“I love you, I really, really love you.” He whispered to you, as if the words were too fragile to be spoken out loud, needing to be conveyed so tenderly. “I love you too, so much.” Your voice warmed him, mild disbelief striking him and he attempted to comprehend that this was very much real, that he had just kissed his best friend, confessed his love and heard it reciprocated back to him in the sweet way that you had.

“I always have, I think.” You smiled, gently holding his face in your hands. “I know I’ve always loved you.” He countered, that teasing grin he loved to wear returning to his lips as he leaned down to capture you in another kiss, pulling you into his embrace, wanting to feel every inch of the heaven he was in at that moment and memorise it as best he could.

Pulling away from you, feeling the way you held onto him like you were desperate for more of him, Ez grinned, utterly smitten with you, so smitten in fact, that he couldn’t wait to show off to everyone at the party later that you were in fact his girl.

“I think we got a lot to catch up on, preciosa.” Ez chuckled. “But first, breakfast.” He said, haphazardly climbing off the bed and holding his hand out for you to help you get up. “Pancakes, to be exact.” He added as you took his hand and wriggled off the bed with a soft giggle. “Alright Zeke, pancakes it is.”

It wasn’t long until the evening rolled around. You and Ez had spent the day being lazy and reacquainting yourselves with each other’s company now that you had his undivided attention for the whole day. After watching movies all day and resting on top of Ez’s chest, cuddling with him for the majority of the day, you were ready to have a night with the boys.

“I can’t believe you’re mine, hermosa.” Ez whispered in your ear as you smoothed out your clothes after getting off his motorbike. Giggling, you turned to him and reached up to kiss his cheek. “Well you better believe it, because I’m all yours, big guy.” You teased, Ez’s hands wandering down to your waist, tugging his lower lip between his teeth as he took you in, all prettied up. God, he had it bad for you, but the way he looked at you had you weak at the knees, you’d do anything he told you if it meant he would always look at you like that, with a loving hunger in his eyes, like there was no one else in the world.

“Yo, hermanita!” Angel shouted across the clubhouse courtyard as he burst through the doors to greet you. He took quick strides towards you, Coco and Gilly close behind him. “Angel!” You squealed, practically throwing yourself at him and hugging him tightly before pulling Coco and Gilly in for hugs too.

“Aight’?” Coco asked, taking a minute to hug you properly before letting Gilly have his turn. “Yeah, just missed everyone.” You replied, smiling as you threw your arms around Gilly. “You were all gone for so long and Chucky and Letty are great company, but two weeks without anyone to play cards with and talk to kind of sucked.” You explained. “We’re back now, hermosa.” Ez spoke softly, putting his arm around your shoulders, tugging you against his side as he kissed your forehead.

Being a friend of the club might be dangerous, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. The friendships you had with the boys were more than worth it, especially with Ezekiel at your side.

Seeing you looking at home already, as soon as you were back among the Mayans, Ez felt comfortable to just sit with his brother, knowing you would enjoy catching up with all of the boys. “There’s fucking sexual tension between you two or somethin’.” Angel broke the silence between them, making Ez almost choke on his beer. “What?” He asked, looking over at his brother. “You two,” Angel said, pointing at you as you played cards against Gilly before he pointed back at Ez. “You were lookin’ at her like you’re in love, man.”

“We’re sort of a thing.” Ez smiled to himself.

Angel snorted as he swirled the beer at the bottom of his bottle. “Sort of a thing?” He repeated in a questioning voice. “Well yeah, we slept together- shit I mean we shared a bed and then this morning we-.”

“Fucked?”

“No,” Ez laughed, whacking his brother on the shoulder playfully. “We kissed.”

“About fuckin’ time, bro.” Angel laughed. “She’s good for you, man.” He said in a more serious tone, clapping his hand across Ez’s back.

You had spent the night catching up with everyone and making yourself comfortable in Ez’s lap, enjoying the way his hands would sometimes wander a little down your sides, itching to feel more of you.

But after socialising for a while and having a few drinks, you had decided that it was time for you to both head back home and spend the night in each other’s company.

As soon as the two of you were through the front door of the house, you were on him, searching for his lips, pressing your body against his as your hands trailed over his chest, fingers intertwining at the nape of his neck. Ez captured you in a kiss, kicking the front door closed and flipping the lock before he finally took you into his arms, gently pushing you up against the hallway wall as he kissed you.

“Bedroom?” He asked, his words a whisper against your lips. “Bedroom.” You confirmed with a nod, breathless from the way Ez kissed you. Quickly, Ez gripped your thighs, pulling you up in one swift movement and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he broke the kiss to carry you to your bedroom.

Settling down on the bed with you in his lap, Ez struggled to control himself, you felt so good on top of him, your body moving perfectly against his, the feeling of your light touch against his skin as your lips captured his had him looking for more. Ez tugged you flush against him, your chest pressed against his and he groaned lowly when he felt you subtly grind against him.

Slipping his tongue between your lips, he pulled you ever closer with his hand on the back of your head, loving the soft little whines he was drawing from you now and again. Reaching down, Ez slowly trailed his fingers down over the curve of your ass, squeezing gently, chuckling when you gasped at the action, rewarding him by deepening the kiss.

Turning you over so that you were under him, Ezekiel pressed you into the mattress, your legs opening wider to accommodate him and you moaned softly against his lips, feeling the way he shifted his weight against you. Trailing your touch down his back, you reached his jeans, slipping your hands into his back pockets and squeezing him lightly, the Mayan pausing the kiss, grinning against your lips before he pulled away just enough to look at you, a soft chuckle on his lips as you gave him another squeeze.

“You like that, huh? You want more, princesa?” Ez teased you, a lazy grin on his lips as he took you in, hot, hazy and so gorgeous, high on love and lust.

“Please, Ezekiel.” You whispered, nodding.

“Oh hermosa, I wanna hear more of those pretty moans.” He whispered heavily against you as he trailed hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck, sucking gently at your skin as his fingers slipped under the hem of your clothes, finding his way up your body, his touch gliding over your sweet skin, bunching up your clothes as he went.

He pulled his shirt off before helping you out of your clothes, leaving you in just your lingerie. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous, princesa.” Ezekiel groaned, hands soothing up your sides, fingers dipping under your bra while his other hand slipped behind your back, gently unclasping your bra before carefully pulling the soft lace away from your chest.

“Please, touch me.” You whined, wriggling beneath him and Ez grinned, gently taking your breasts into his hands, squeezing and caressing the soft skin as he leaned down to kiss you. His kisses trailed down from your lips to your chest, his fingers rolling a nipple between them as he took the other between his lips, indulging himself in the way you moaned out his name.

“I want you, Ez, please,” You whispered, running your hands over his hair and Ez looked up at you, his soft gaze meeting yours as he began to tug at his jeans. “Make me yours.” You added. “Anything for you, preciosa.” He groaned, pushing his jeans and boxers off before helping you out of your panties.

You were beautiful, all spread out for him, begging for him to make you his, to make you feel good. Dipping his fingers between your lips, you moaned out softly as he collected your arousal on his fingers, feeling just how ready for him you were. “This all for me, hermosa?” Ez asked. “All for you, Zeke.” You gasped out your words as he circled your clit gently as he settled between your legs.

Slowly, Ezekiel pressed his length against you, gently sliding into your heat with a low groan on his lips, loving the way you whined at the stretch. He waited for a moment, savouring the way you felt around him, walls fluttering around his length as you got used to his size.

“Fuck preciosa, you feel so good.” Ez groaned as he slid into you until he was fully seated, leaning down to capture your lips in a heated kiss. “Fuck me, Ez.” You whispered, words hot against his lips, eliciting a moan from him as he pulled out, pushing back into you with a heavy thrust, drawing whines and gasps from you as he worked you.

“You take it so well, princesa.” Ez grunted, thrusting quickly into you, trying to angle himself to hit your sweet spot, watching as you threw your head back in pleasure, his thumb circling your clit in rough circles had you clinging to him, nails digging into his back, making him groan in pleasure from the feelings. “That’s it mi amor, you can take it.” He spoke softly, rutting into you with such a heavy thrust, his muscles strained with adrenaline, bulking his chest and shoulders out as he brought you both closer.

“Cum, mi preciosa, I’ve got you.” He encouraged, thrusting into you quickly, knowing he wouldn’t last very long. “You feel so good, make me feel so good.” You muttered, only half coherent as everything became a little hazy, his strong fingers reaching around your neck, though they were gentle, adding only a little pressure, but it was enough to make you feel amazing, your sensitivity heightened slightly.

With a few more heavy thrusts, Ez grunting heavily as he held himself back from letting go too early, his swiped his thumb across your soft clit one last time and you tumbled over the edge, letting out a long, drawn out moan as your orgasm rolled through you, triggering Ez’s release as you clenched around his length.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he moaned, riding you both through your orgasms. Pulling out of you, Ez paused to look down at you beneath him, blissed out and beautiful, a smile on your lips as you reached up for him, wanting him to hold you. Ez gave you a lazy grin, gently pulling you into his arms and holding you against him, sighing contentedly as he met your gaze.

Gently, he took care of you, cleaning you up after your passionate love making, watching as you became sleepy and Ez tucked you under the covers before sliding into bed next to you and pulling you against him, letting you rest against his chest.

“I love you, mi amor.” Ez smiled, leaning over to kiss you, slow and sweet, your lips moving gently and lazily against his. “I love you too, Ez.” You smiled against his lips, kissing him once more before you relaxed against him, happier and more in love than you had ever felt.

Ez knew he loved you, more than anything and he knew he always would, you made him feel complete.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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Hey there! I hope your week goes a little better for you. I have a request! 🥺 Take your time of course! Could you write one for Mando where the reader asks to eat with him for the first time and the reader puts down some pillows on the floor and they sit back to back so he doesn’t break his creed? If you write it, thank you!!!! I hope you have a wonderful day ❤️

Enjoy some softness!

Din Djarin x Fem!Reader ; warnings: none

The Mandalorian Masterlist

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"Hey," you glanced over at the quiet, stoic Mandalorian. He seemed to snap back into attention as he tore his eyes from the blaster in his lap and looked back at you. You laughed lightly, a beautiful sound that he adored, before reaching over and squeezing his shoulder, "where'd you go, Mando?"

"I'm right here," he promised softly as you reached down and picked up the small green menace from the floor of the hull. You kissed his forehead as he cooed at you before you held him out to the Mandalorian.

"Can you be trusted with babysitting duties for a little while? I need to go make dinner and can't focus on that and him," you booped his little nose, causing him to giggle before the Mandalorian gently pulled him into his arms, "he's particularly wild today."

"No rest for the wicked, little womp rat?" he asked softly as his adopted son gave him a look of pure innocence. He sighed in amusement before turning back to you, "do you want some help with anything?"

"I've got it handled easily if you two stay out of my way," you chuckled as you headed back to the small kitchen, "besides its my turn to make dinner. Keep out of trouble for an hour or so - both of you!"

"Positive?" you could practically hear the smile in his voice as you turned around and playfully raised an eyebrow at him.

"I don't trust you in the kitchen," you reminded him, "last time you started a small fire and burnt half the meal. I love you - but I don't trust you...in the kitchen anyways."

And it was so effortless. So effortless to say those words as though you'd always lived in domestic bliss with him. So effortless to say those three words that you meant but wouldn't dare to confess. But in the moment it was so easy and you didn't even think twice.

But it was not lost on Din who froze in place as he registered what you said. His mouth was open as his heart skipped a few beats as you walked away without a care in the world.

Had you meant it? Was it true? Did you love him?

He wouldn't dare think about it, sure he wasn't ever worthy of such a thing. You were the light and goodness that was left in the galaxy, along with his son, but he'd ever fancy himself blessed enough to be worthy of your light.

And yet…those words had come out of your mouth. You'd never said them to anyone else, at least not to his knowledge and he'd seen you around many people. Probably just a slip of the tongue...he couldn't think too much about it.

But oh...how those three little words made him feel. So light, so warm, and soft. Like he could see clearly and breath easily, a little bit of weight off his shoulders. No one had spoken those words to him since he was a child and his parents had worked to keep him safe and traded their lives for his.

How those three little words, so easy and delicate, had made him light up. Maker, he hoped he'd be lucky enough to hear them again.

Din felt a light tugging on the sleeve of his shirt, causing him to look down at the little one. His big, inky eyes were wide with wonder as he almost seemed to know what Din was thinking - maybe he could.

"I know," Din said softly, so only the little one could hear, "I'll tell her eventually. One day. Maybe."

The little one cooed excitedly as his father sighed lightly, "you really think I should, huh? Do you think-"

"Mando?" you poked your head back in and found your boys staring at each other, "how hungry are we? Starving or…?"

"Starving," he agreed, swallowing the nervous look in his throat, as the child nodded, "apparently both of us."

"Great," you beamed at them, "I'll let you both know when its done."

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"Are you just tired or did you eat too much too fast?" you laughed at the sight of your small adopted son, clutching onto his spoon tightly as his eyes kept closing with the lull of sleep.

Reaching over, you took the spoon and set it down before pulling him into your arms. He tried his best to wrap his arms around your neck failing to do so, but nonetheless snuggling into your chest as sleep easily overcame him.

"I'm going to go and put him down," you whispered quietly to the Mandalorian as you walked out of the small kitchen, "stay here, Shiny. I have a surprise for you."

"Okay," Din's voice practically caught in its throat at your playful nickname. It all came with such ease as you walked away and he felt his cheeks burning up.

Instinctively, Din got up and started to clean up, gathering all the dishes up and putting leftovers away. He liked this - the pure and simple domesticity of it all, and sometimes wished it would never end. Maybe one day, if he fancied himself brave enough and ever made a move, this could be his everyday - your every day.

"I told you to stay," you teased when you walked back in and found him at work. He turned and faced you, offering you a smile you couldn't seem but definitely felt, "and that didn't mean work!"

"I was just…" you quickly pulled the bowls out of his hands and then gently nudged him towards the hull. Huffing in amusement, he easily complied and did as you asked, "now go and sit and I'll be right there."

Your Mandalorian went out and stared in amusement at the floor. Two large cushions were in the center of the room and a few candles had been light, casting a soft glow around the space. He looked around, confused as if this was some sort of joke before you rejoined him, a full tray of food in your arms.

"I-I had an idea and if I'm totally off the mark or whatever, tell me," you stammered, almost nervous now as you set it down the floor and plopped onto one of the cushions, "we always eat together - well the little one and I do and I thought maybe this way you could eat with us too. At least me right now. We'll sit back to back and you can take your helmet off and I swear on all the stars in all the galaxies I won't try and sneak a peek. What do you think, Mando?"

And then he stilled completely. Your words washed over him like a wave, causing a flurry of emotions he hadn’t experienced in...possibly ever. It was such a simple act, but so kind, so thoughtful. And it seemed like it was the easiest thing again. Unable to probably form words, as they kept getting caught in his throat, he nodded slightly before sinking down and sitting on the soft cushion, his back against yours.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments, soaking in the moment before Din finally moved again. Awkwardly clearing his throat, he reached his hand to the side, right next to where yours was resting. Inching yours closer, you hesitated for a moment before delicately placing your hand on top of his, noting the soft feel of his skin without the gloves before squeezing lightly. His thumb stroked the back of your hand before he almost whispered, “Din. My name is Din.”

“Din,” you repeated, instantly deciding you liked the name and that it suited him perfectly, “I love it. Do you have a last name Din? You already know mine, so I suppose it’s only fair! But I understand too, if you don’t want to tell me…”

“You’re right, sweet girl,” he chuckled lightly, trying not to completely lose his mind at how beautiful his name sounded coming off your lips. No one had spoken it since he was just a child; this was a big moment and the two of you both knew that, “Din. Din Djarin.”

“Din Djarin,” you repeated softly, letting it linger on your tongue and savoring the sweetness, “it’s nice to meet you Din Djarin.”

“Sweet girl,” he gave your hand a tight squeeze, curling his fingers around yours before linking them together, “I...thank you. It’s been...it’s been so long. I thought I might end up taking that to the grave without ever telling another soul.”

“You never have to hide anything from me,” you promised gently, “whatever you want to share with me - I’ll be here.”

“I know,” he whispered gently, a smile tugging on his features, “you...thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you insisted, meaning every word, “now go on and eat. I bet you’re starving.”

“Will you eat with me?” you nodded in response, knowing he could feel the gentle movement of your head against his. Swallowing the lump of emotion that had welled up in his throat, he let go of your hand and slowly reached up to remove his helmet. Pausing for a moment, he appreciated the gravitas of what he was doing, before slowly lifting the Beskar off of his head and setting it down next to the two of you with a dull clink.

You grabbed a bowl of soup for yourself, followed by a spoon before nudging the tray over to him. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him reaching for it, and despite wanting to steal a glance, you kept your gaze trained straight ahead. You wouldn’t dare break his trust; especially not after he just shared such an intimate part of himself with you. If it was meant to happen, it would happen all in its own time. But for now, this was good, this was everything.

Din held his bowl tightly, his body practically vibrating with warm, excited energy as he ate the soup you had made for your little clan of three. You rested against him, the warmth of his body spilling onto you as you laughed lightly.

“Hmm?” he asked, unable to contain his own chuckle as he felt more relaxed and at peace than he had in a long time, “alright?”

“Yes,” you sighed contentedly, “everything's perfect. I like this - the quiet moments. The ones where we can let our guards down and not worry about anything. I hope...I hope we can have more of them.”

“Me too,” he agreed, putting down his own bowl as he rested his hand on yours again, “can I...do you promise not to look?”

“I would never dare to, without your permission.”

“Close your eyes sweet girl,” he whispered softly as you readily agreed and squeezed your eyes shut. He turned his head slightly, pulling away from you before leaning and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. Your breath hitched in your throat as you realized what he had done, and it caused a shiver of delight to run up your whole body. He had kissed you!

“Din-”

“I hope that wasn’t out of turn...I-I’m sorry if it was,” he suddenly felt nervous as though he had done the completely wrong thing, but your gentle touch on his arm was enough to tell him it was okay.

“No,” you insisted quickly, “I...I liked it. I’ve thought about that probably more than I should have. Do you trust me, Din?”

“Yes,” his voice was quiet as you made sure your eyes were tightly shut before turning around to face him, motioning for him to do the same. He was nervous for a moment, but he knew you better than to think you would betray his trust. He grinned from ear to ear as he looked at you, studying your face intently with his own eyes for the first time. Was it possible for you to be even more gorgeous? Because he was sure you were.

Reaching up blindly, your hands easily found his face, and you let your fingers trace over his features, getting to know him, like it was the first time. In some ways, it really was. He keened into your delicate touch, and you just knew he was handsome; everything about him was.

“Curls,” you ran a hand through his locks as you felt him nod, “let me guess - dark brown? Brown eyes?”

“Yes….how did you know?”

“I dunno,” you shrugged lightly, “I just know. May I..may I kiss you, Din Djarin?”

“Yes.”

And so you did. You kissed him like it was the first and last time, but you hoped it was the first of many. So did he.

When you slowly pulled back, he pressed his forehead against yours and sneaked one last kiss.

“Come on,” you grinned against his lips, “eat now - before you starve to death!”

And it happened just like that. So easy. So effortless.

So perfect.

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katcoquette · 3 years

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My Champion *Part Two* (Sad Version)

Cedric Diggory x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

TW: death, grief, sexual references, some language

A/N: This is the heart-wrenching version of Part Two so feel free to skip this part if you prefer a happier ending to this short series! That part will also come this week.

However, the scenes that are described in this part will only be referenced in the happy ending, and the happy ending will have scenes described in detail that are only mentioned here.

So, reading both parts will give you a fuller picture of the events leading up to the third task! From there, you’ll either have a death scene (here), or a happily ever after. Hopefully that makes sense(: You’ve been warned… I did cry writing this.

Part One

Happy Ending

After confessing your feelings to Cedric, the two of you spent almost everyday together. You had seen each other often, even as friends, but now that he knew you loved him, your time together was more meaningful. Something had changed in the dynamics of your relationship, though he hadn’t plainly admitted he felt the same way.

You weren’t officially together yet, and he hadn’t dropped love into any of your recent conversations, but he had been doing other things that lead you to the conclusion you definitely weren’t just friends.

He had kept his promise to you, making it through the first task unscathed and securing second place. That had eased your nerves significantly, but you would still worry about him occasionally.

You had attended the Yule Ball together on Christmas, but since then had been spending long nights hunched over books trying to figure out the golden egg’s clue.

One such night in January, you accidentally solve it.

You were sitting at a table in the library across from Cedric, mulling over every book you could think of that might have useful information. “This isn’t working.” You groan, slumping over the large book in front of you.

Cedric gives you a small smirk, “I think we just need a break.” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

You perk your head up at this. “What did you have in mind?” You muse, slightly biting your bottom lip. Instead of saying anything, Cedric pushes his chair back, stands up, and holds his hand out to you.

You feel excitement bubbling up in your stomach as you take his hand.

The next moment, you’re running through the halls of Hogwarts, weaving around your classmates, and giggling in happiness.

Cedric stops at the entrance of your destination and winks as you discover where he led you. The prefects’ bathroom on the fifth floor. He holds the door open for you, “After you, Y/N.”

You’ve barely walked in when he starts shedding his clothes. “Need a hand?” He stands in front of you, almost completely naked. “You cheeky bastard.” You laugh, but accept his help, nonetheless. He loosens your tie, pulling it over your head before moving to unbutton your shirt. Eventually, both of you are only in your underwear.

“Come on.” He takes your hand and leads you to the large bath, placing your belongings, including the egg, on the edge of the bath. You both relax into the water, letting the warmth envelop you. “This is exactly what we needed, you’re right.” You sigh contentedly.

“I usually am.” He teases. “But you’re too far.” Cedric smoothly pulls you through the water onto his lap. “That’s better…” He trails off, brushing stray hairs from your face. You were looking into each other’s eyes, close enough that you could feel his warm breath. Your arms are loosely around his neck and you readjust so your legs are straddling him. He had one hand casually resting on the edge of the bath, next to the golden egg, the other still fiddling with your hair.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He said softly, running his hand through the ends of your hair and moving it to the back of your neck to gently pull you closer to his lips.

He brushed his mouth along your neck, leaving soft kisses as he made his way to your lips. “You know I care about you, right?” You breathlessly nod, your eyes fluttering closed. You feel his lips meet yours, and his body shift under you so he can move his arm from holding himself up to exploring your skin.

You break away for a moment to flip your position, so that your back was pressed against the cool stone, and Cedric was leaning over you. You pull him back down, deepening the kiss and running your hands over his chest. He places his hands on the stone edge on either side of your body, still focused on you, not realized he had knocked the egg onto the floor until it started screeching. He jumps back, placing his hands over his ears while you cringe, climbing out of the tub to close the damned thing.

“It’s not closing!” You shouted over the loud screams. “Throw it here!” Cedric removed a hand to gesture to you. You toss the egg over to him, moving your hands to your ears after releasing it. You hear it splash into the water, and the screeching stops, turning now to a melodic song. Your eyes widen as you look to Cedric, who shrugs. “I guess that solves that.” He chuckles, then submerges into the water to better understand the lyrics.

Although you were abruptly interrupted in the prefects’ bathroom, there were many other moments where you weren’t. However, it seemed to happen more often than either of you would have liked.

Like the night before the second task, where you had been in pure bliss before being interrupted, yet again, by one of your friends telling you that Professor McGonagall was looking for you.

You didn’t remember the rest of that night, regaining consciousness as you broke through the water of the Black Lake in Cedric’s arms. He had been so worried when he realized you were the thing that had been stolen from him, because he knew how much the whole tournament had been setting you on edge anyway.

You assured him you were fine, mostly because you had no idea really what had happened. But he insisted on looking after you the rest of the day. That ended up being the day he finally told you he loved you.

Now you were walking out of the castle with Cedric and your friends on your way to Hogsmeade. It was a chilly weekend in March, but you were excited for the distraction from preparing Cedric for the next task. Your group was laughing and shoving each other playfully on your walk there. You sighed happily, finally feeling some normalcy. You smiled at Cedric, who was walking a few paces in front of you. He caught you looking and gave you a quick wink before turning back to shove one of the other boys in your group.

Once you all arrived and settled at a table in The Three Broomsticks, Cedric got up and pulled you away from the group, “We’ll get drinks!” He called over his shoulder. Instead of walking toward the counter, he took a sharp turn once you were out of sight and lead you out the back door. “What are you up to, Ced?” You narrowed your eyes, laughing.

“We have something else to do, Y/N.” He copied your tone. “Come on! It’ll be quick, they won’t even realize we’ve left.” You huff, giving into his request. It didn’t take much convincing for you to listen to him. You couldn’t help it; he was irresistible with that contagious smile and cheeky attitude.

You followed him away from The Three Broomsticks and up a small path that led into the forest. “I’ve been trying to figure out a good time to do this…” He started, sounding nervous. You squeezed his hand to encourage him to continue. He stopped to the side of the path, and turned to face you, putting his arms around your waist. “As you know… I am in love with you.” You smiled at him, slightly blushing. “And I know that you love me-“

“Who said I loved you?” You tease him, trying to get him to relax. He rolls his eyes, but breaks into a smile, nonetheless. “You love me.” He confirms, “So, I got you this.” He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a beautiful velvet box, holding it in front of you. He keeps his arms around you as you open it, revealing a beautiful locket. The design was simple, but shimmered in the light, and had two of your favorite gems on each side of the chain. You gasped, looking up at him.

“Will you be mine? I mean officially.” You throw your arms around him, giving him a long kiss. “Of course, Ced.” You smile widely, happy tears in your eyes. “Don’t start crying on me, Y/N!” he jokes. You blush, lightly hitting his chest. “Help me put this on.”

He takes the locket from you, and you turn around, so your back is to him. He gently puts the locket around your neck, and your fingers brush over it admiringly. Once it’s secured, he wraps his arms around you again and puts his head on your shoulder. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

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It was a week before the final task, and the months that had passed had been a peak time in your life. You and Cedric were inseparable since making things official, and he was a dream. He would walk you to class, carrying your books with one arm and holding your hand in the other. You would study together in the library and spend nights in his room wrapped in each other’s arms. At this point, you both were ready for it to all be over so you could move on with your lives.

One night, while you were cuddling in his bed and making plans for the next year, Cedric made a joke that you had both laughed at.

“I had to ask you before the third task, you know, just in case.” He winked as he teased you about the dangerous tasks. You rolled your eyes, but still let out a laugh. “That’s not funny, Cedric.”

“Oohooh, my full name. Now I really am in trouble.” He laughed. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. It’ll be over soon, and then we can really start having fun.”

If only the two of you had known the events that would unfold in the coming days.

Unknowingly to you, when you hugged your boyfriend tightly behind the stands, days later, and watched him walk toward the maze, when you were pressing a kiss to your fingers and waving to him, that those were the last moments you would spend happy with him.

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You were bouncing your legs in the stands, anxiously awaiting Cedric’s return. Fleur and Victor had already come back, looking like they had been through hell in the short time spent in the maze. You couldn’t begin to think about what Cedric was going through.

Your friends were sitting around you, and Amos Diggory, Cedric’s father, was seated in front of your group with Mr. Weasley.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon Y/N. It’s a good sign that he’s still in there. It’s between him and Harry now. He’s so close to winning.” One of your friends grabs your hand reassuringly, giving you a smile. You nod, taking a deep breath and squeezing her hand back, your eyes briefly leaving the entrance to the maze that you had stayed focused on.

You hear the crowd around you start to cheer and see Mr. Diggory stand up and clap from the corner of your eye. You turn and instantly center on the boys who had just returned together, the band drumming up a song to celebrate. Your classmates start to leave the stands, ready to gather around the champions. You rush from your spot, lightly pushing through the crowds to try to get to Cedric as quickly as you can. Mr. Weasley hugs Cedric’s father, “He did it!” you hear them cheer from behind you.

But you stand frozen near the bottom of the stands, grabbing the locket you always had on since the day Cedric gave it to you. He wasn’t moving. Cedric was lying on the ground, and he wasn’t moving. Someone lets out a heart wrenching scream.

It was you screaming. The loud noise had come from your mouth, a reaction to the scene in front of you without even realizing you’d done it. A reaction to your boyfriend’s lifeless body mere feet in front of you.

You collapse to your knees, inhaling sharply at the sudden sob in your chest. It was as if time had slowed in this moment. This life-changing moment. You had pushed away any possibility of this outcome in the past months. It was too painful to even consider, yet here it was, your reality.

Slowly, the professors around you start to comprehend what was going on. Hagrid stops clapping. You can barely see Dumbledore rushing to the ground through your tears, pulling Harry off Cedric. You hear him protest, not wanting to let go of his friend. The band dies out, more and more of the crowd realizing something was wrong.

You tune out the conversation, your head spinning. You hadn’t made another sound since your scream, silently weeping and gasping for air.

“Cedric! He asked me to bring his body back. I couldn’t leave him. Not there.” Harry cries.

“Let me through. Let me through!” You hear Amos Diggory as he rushes down the stairs, not yet knowing the full horror of the situation. You look to him, and briefly meet his eyes. The broken look on your face and fresh tears cause him to turn back to his son. The crowd parts as he moves closer.

“That’s my son! That’s my boy!” He cries out, falling to his knees like you had moments before. You feel two of your friends drop down next to you, pulling you into their arms, tears flowing freely from their faces as well. You had all lost someone that was vital to your lives.

“My boy!” Mr. Diggory frantically searches Cedric’s face for any sign of life but finds none. At this confirmation, you find your voice again. You were completely hysterical, grasping at your friends as they tried to comfort you. Loud sobs wracked your body as you fell even further to the ground, holding your head in your hands.

You stayed in that spot even after his body had been moved. You had watched his father grasping his hand as your professors helped to carry him away. You had closed your eyes and dropped your head, fresh tears streaming down your face as he disappeared.

Even when your eyes dried, and your body felt numb, you stayed in that spot. Your hand stayed around the locket he had given you, fiddling with it as you sat. You stayed silent when, hours later, your friends came back to guide you back to your dorm. During those hours, your brain gathered every memory you had of Cedric Diggory, from the first time you met, to the moment you realized you were falling in love. When he was chosen as a Champion, when you confessed your feelings, when he asked you to be his girlfriend.

You remembered his laugh, how happy he had always been around you, how he made everyone around him happy as well. You already missed the warmth he brought to your life.

“Y/N… let’s go back.” Your friends got no response from you. So, they pulled you to your feet, fully supporting you when you barely made it two steps and brought you back to the castle.

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“Today we acknowledge a really terrible loss.” Dumbledore started. You sat in the Great Hall, gathered with the rest of Hogwarts and the other schools to mourn your boyfriend’s death. You were seated with Harry on one side of you, and you and Cedric’s friends on the other. You had unintentionally grown closer to Harry in the time since Ced’s death. In a way, Harry was a connection to your lost love; he had seen it all happen, he had witnessed his final moments, and he was just as traumatized as you.

“Cedric Diggory was, as you all know, exceptionally hard-working, infinitely fair-mind, and most importantly-“ Dumbledore paused, looking toward you, “a fierce, fierce friend.” At this, you felt your throat start to close, and solemn tears that had previously stayed in the corners of your eyes began rolling down your cheeks. Harry noticed this, and placed his hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze to let you know he was there.

“Now, I think, therefore, you have the right to know exactly how he died. You see… Cedric Diggory was murdered… by Lord Voldemort!” You squeeze your eyes shut at this, letting your head fall. You had heard rumors of how he had died, but no one had told you exactly what had happened. Partly because you hadn’t asked, you didn’t really want to hear it. But now that it had been confirmed, you felt your heart break all over again.

“The Ministry of Magic does not wish me to tell you this. But not to do so, I think, would be an insult to his memory.” You silently agreed. As horrible as it was, it needed to be revealed. It would become your driving force in the years to come, as the threat of Voldemort grew.

You managed to get through the rest of the memorial but felt completely drained emotionally by the end.

“Y/N, can I have a quick word?” Harry motioned out to the corridor after you nodded. The two of you found yourselves in a quiet alcove, out of sight from any students that might have wandered out of the Great Hall.

You sit down in the large windowsill with Harry across from you.

“I just needed to make sure you knew that Cedric loved you to the very end.” You blinked in confusion at what he meant. You had talked about that night with Harry before, but this seemed like he had new information to share.

“I fought Voldemort that night, and I saw my parents there… and Cedric. In spirit I mean.”

You bit your lip, to hold back your grief. He continued, “Y/N, he asked me to bring him back to you.” Harry thought back to Cedric’s last request.

Harry, take my body back will you? Take my body back to Y/N, and to my father. Make sure she knows I’ll always be with her.

Harry relayed exactly how it had happened, and exactly what Cedric had said. Again, tears left your eyes. Harry scooted over next to you and pulled you into a warm hug. “I’m sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry.” He held you in his arms and let you softly sob into his chest.

Although it wasn’t your own memory, you would cherish what Harry had told you for the rest of your life. When the time came, you would be a fierce ally to Harry in his fight against Voldemort. But you would never forget your biggest reason to fight…

Cedric Diggory.

And when the battle became especially difficult, you could almost swear you felt him next to you, giving you the strength to overcome even the greatest darkness.

A/N: Not me sobbing right now… I may be a Draco stan but Cedric has a special place in my heart forever, I love him so much. The ~much happier~ ending will be out soon.

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kazuyaasai-serenaspencerli · 3 years

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Neko MC (Evol Fluctuation)

THIS PICTURE IS EDITED BY ME

Gavin

• Surprised to see MC with cat ears and tail when he wakes up first thing in the morning.

• Runs his fingers in her tail, making her shiver and tugs on it gently. She turns away from him, her ears nearly sticking in her head, face red.

Victor

• Opens his eyes to see a fluffy tail in front of him. The tip of her tail tickling his chin.

• Putting the big plate of pancakes in front of her, makes her fluffy tail flicks up and down. Victor smiles as he watch her eat.

Lucien

• Surprised to see MC going out of the bedroom with cat ears and tail. Asks her what's going on and if she feels something weird.

• Can't stop smiling and starts to tease her as she cuddles up to him and purrs, his hand scratching her waist.

Kiro

• Shifts around to hug MC but hugged something small and fluffy instead. Surprised to see her with ear and tails.

• Thinks it's the coolest thing ever to see MC as a neko. Playing and snuggling with each other for the next 24 hours.

Shaw

• Turns around and sees MC wearing a skirt uncomfortably, her hands hiding her ears.

• Teases her by tugging at her tail and pinching her ears, making her annoyed.

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Gavin

• Eyes fluttering open, Gavin's face is just inches away from her. She runs her fingers in his lip when she felt something furry in her legs. She looks down and jolted up suddenly when she sees a tail between her thighs. Gavin was woken up by the sudden move. Sleepily looking up, his eyes widens when he looks at you.

• "You..." Sitting up he runs a hand in her head. Feeling weird she asks. "Why does my head feels weird, I thought my fever was already gone." Hearing this, he chuckles and takes a hand mirror from the bedside table. Before she could take the mirror from his hands, she gasps and runs her hands in her head.

• In her head, she has a pair of fluffy and furry cat ears with her tail behind her. Her jaw drops and she stutters. "Looks like you have evol fluctuation." Gavin says calmly as he pats her head. Reaching out for her tail, she runs her fingers before greeting him with a good morning and kissed his cheek.

• She snuggled close to Gavin in the couch, her tail flicks back and forth at the back of his neck from time to time, tickling him. She nestles in his arms and he kisses her ears. He laughs softly when she purrs and nuzzles her head at the side of his neck.

• Reaching out to take the jar of cookie in the table, her tail straightened up and Gavin couldn't resist to touch it. She turns to him, opens the jar and offer him cookies. He takes one and asks. "Can I touch it?" Smiling, she nods.

• He runs his fingers in her tail and tugs on it gently, making her shiver. She turns away from him, her ears nearly sticking in her head, face red. "G-Gavin..." She says his name, her face red as a tomato.

• "Cute." He says as he runs the back of his hand in her cheeks. "A-anyway... I wonder when will I get back to normal." She rubs her blazing cheeks before taking a cookie. "I don't know, but, you look cute as a neko." His amber eyes bore straight hers, making her shy even more.

• And..... spends their time cuddling together since it's weekend.

Victor

• Shifting in her sleep, she turns her back on Victor and hugs her pillow. Her ears twitches and her tail flicks back and forth in his chin, tickling him in his sleep. He opens his eyes to see a fluffy tail in front of him and sees the tip of her tail tickling his chin. He sat up and looks at her.

• Her ears twitches and she shifted again. His lingers at her and looks at the clock at the bedside table. "4:59." He lies back down the bed and wraps his arms around her. He rests his chin at the crown of her head, her fluffy ears in his cheeks.

• "Your evol must've fluctuated since you're working overtime for a month now." He whispered. Her eyes flutters open and looks up at his profile. She meets his eyes and feels something fuzzy in her back. Turning her head, her eyes widens when sees her fuzzy tail.

• The smell of pancakes permeates the whole kitchen. Seating at the kitchen stool, her tail flicks side to side. Pancakes in the plates, Victor puts some cream and strawberries before carrying the plates in the dinning table. Putting the big plate of pancakes in front of her, makes her fluffy tail flicks up and down. Victor smiles as he watch her eat.

• He sat down in front of her and takes a bite of his own breakfast. It didn't take long when she finished eating her pancakes. Her ears perks up when she sees Victor sips his coffee calmly in front of her and has no intention to go to office.

• "You're not going to the office." She asks as she props her face with her hands. "Who would take care of this dummy if I'm not here." He says teasingly, continuing to eat. She earns a chuckle from him when she spoke in a low voice. "I said it to you before that I'm okay, Hmph."

• Pudding can't help but to stare and follow her all day, thinking that his mom looks just like him😂

Lucien

• Shifting in her sleep, she felt something fuzzy in her wrapping in her arm. She suddenly jumps up when she opens her eyes. She runs in the bathroom and stood in front of the full length mirror. Dumbfounded, she touches her furry ears before splashing water in her face, thinking that she's still in a dream.

• Water drips into her shirt and sees that the fluffy ears is still in her head. She takes a bath awkwardly before going out of the bedroom and sees Lucien sitting in the couch in the living room. He's surprised to see MC going out of the bedroom with cat ears and tail.

• Greets her good morning and asked her what's going on and if she feels something weird. Greets him back and shakes his head. Her ears perks up and her tail straightens up when she smells eggs and bacons, making Lucien chuckle in delight. Hands interlocked with his, she leads him to the kitchen and eat breakfast.

• The two of them takes a leave and he came up with the solution that her evol fluctuated and can change back in a day. With nothing else to do, the two of them reads their favorite books. She reaches for a mug of tea and sigh contentedly. Feeling that someone is watching her, she looks up and sees Lucien staring at her. "Is something on my face?" She asks innocently and he boops her nose.

• "Seeing the little butterfly turns into a feline, I can't help but stare because she looks so cute." He spoke, his crinkles and moves more closer to her. She smiles and rests her head in his shoulder, drinking his fresh and familiar scent. One of his hand rested in her and the other one in her face.

• "That tickles!" She exclaims, giggling. He can't stop smiling and starts to tease her as she cuddles up to him and purrs, his hand scratching her waist. "Stop it! Hahaha..." She laughs and tries to push him away. He pulls her even closer, their face inches apart. He rests his forehead with hers before closing in for a kiss.

• She ended up falling asleep in his arms letter on, enjoying the warmth that's coming from him.

Kiro

• Kiro Shifts around to hug MC but hugged something small and fluffy instead. Eyes widening in surprise when he sees a tail and her with feline ears. His eyes sprakles and reaches out to touch her ears. Thinking that it was a surprise for him, he tugs on it making her brows furrowed. Seeing that the ears won't come off, he looks at her tail and see that it's really attached to her skin.

• She felt something ticklish in her head and back making her annoyed. Opening her eyes, she was greeted by those two sapphire eyes. "Good morning fluffy chips~" Kiro beams at her as he fiddles with her tail. She greets him back and asks where did the fluffy tail from came from.

• Kiro laughs softly and runs his hands in her tail upwards, sensing the funny feeling creeping up her back made her eyes wide. Sitting up, she looks sideways at the full length mirror at the side of the bed. A fluffy ear peeks out from her messy hair and a tail flicking at her back

• "Looks like my evol fluctuated..." She sighs and burrows herself in his arms. He hums and kisses the crown of her head. He inhales her scent and plays with her tail. It flicks back and forth while her ears tickles both of his chin and cheeks.

• His hands glides down from her back to her waist and scratches it. She purrs and wraps her arms around his neck. "Miss Chips is clingy today." He spoke softly as he takes a bag of chips beside him. Her ears twitches at the sound of the bag opening.

• Kiro blows on her ears playfully before putting a chip in her lips and she eats the chip happily. Her tail straightens and flicks up and down. "You're like Cello Miss Chips." He chuckles as she shifted and sits down his lap. She smiles and nestles in his arms and continues to watch the movie they're watching.

• And Cello sneakily jumps to their side and playfully bit MC's tail, making her jump in surprise.

Shaw

• Sitting up groggily, she rubs her eyes and stretches before going to the bathroom. She washes her face and realized that she has furry ears and tail. Thinking that she's still in the dreamland, she splashes water in her face and confirmed that it's real.

• She dresses up and goes straight to the empty live bar. She rushed in and went inside a backstage room where Shaw is practicing. She takes of her jacket and her hat, "Uhm... Shaw..." He turns around and sees MC wearing a skirt uncomfortably, her hands hiding her ears.

• She was about to tell him what happened when he suddenly says, "Cute." She was stunned for a moment and her cheeks reddens. "Seems like your evol fluctuated. No worries, you'll turn back to normal sooner." He reassures her before giving her a can of cola.

• "Stop it Shaw!" She pouts and turns her back at him. He teases her by tugging at her tail and pinching her ears, making her annoyed. "Oh come on, I'm just teasing you." He smiles and she huffs. He takes another can of cola and gives it to her.

• She glares at him and accepts the can and chugs it down. "Okay, okay, I'll stop." He chuckles and reach out to touch her tail once again. It flicks back and forth, avoiding Shaw's hand. He blows on her ears making it stick to her head and suddenly runs a finger in her tail. Her fur stood up and she pinches his cheeks.

• "I said, stop it." She pouts as she leans on him, still pinching his cheeks. Meeting his Amber's, she lost herself in it. Moments after, she came back to her senses. She kisses his chin before turning away and palms her red face. He laughs and spoke softly. "As an apology for making you annoyed, I'll treat you to hotpot later."

• His bandmates didn't dare interrupt their sweet time and went on practice.

A/N: BEEN BUSY LATELY AND FINALLY HAD THE TIME TO FINISH THIS｡ꞈ｡

ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE UwU.

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here4theheartbreak · 4 years

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Not Breakable (2seok)

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✩ Relationships: Jung Hoseok x Kim Seokjin (2Seok) ✩ Genre(s): Smut

✩ Rating: Explicit ✩ Tags: smut, pwp, hybrids, dirty talk, consensual somnophilia, undernegotiated kink, deer hybrid hoseok, hyena hybrid seokjin, copulatory ties, rough sex, bottom Hoseok, top Seokjin ✩ Summary: Hoseok knows that Jin's struggling intimately. But he worries his only option for helping involves Jin not quite being awake for it.

✩ Word Count: ~3k ✩ A/N: Fulfills the square ‘Hoseok’ for @btsholidaybingo and the September Mini Project for @thebtswritersclub - Prompt: Hybrids

When the two first started dating, no one thought they’d make it. They were just too different. Jin was too over the top, frightening birds from trees with his loud laughter and rambunctious attitude. Hoseok was too silent, skittish and afraid of his own shadow. He walked softly while Jin stormed into a room raring to go. The whitetail and the hyena, predator and prey – no way they’d work out. For a while, their friends were making bets as to how soon they’d break up. But the weeks turned into months, and the month turned into a year, and Hoseok’s belongings ended up in Jin’s house.

But even after all this time, two years and counting, the two were a perfect fit. With one tiny issue. Not really so tiny, if Hoseok was being honest. Their sex life. Hoseok wasn’t unsatisfied by any means. Jin was amazing in bed. But there was always the reality that they simply weren’t compatible hanging over their heads. Jin’s biggest fear was that he’d hurt Hoseok one night during sex. Due to his hyena side, he had the misfortune of having a copulation lock when he came, his tip swelling to the point that pulling free would potentially cause his partner pain. No problem for others that are used to partners with these sorts of ties, but a potential issue for his slender, gentle lover – at least in Jin’s mind.

More than once, Hoseok had scolded him for it; he wasn’t a child, he was nearly as large as Jin size wise, and it was ridiculous stereotypes and generalizations that made Jin see him as incapable of taking the swelling without problem. But of all the things to fight about, it just wasn’t worth it. They still had a great sex life even without Jin finishing inside of him, and it was a nonissue in the rest of their lives. That was, until it suddenly became a far bigger issue than it had before.

Hoseok was awoken one evening to a gentle rocking of their bed. He glared into the dark, letting his eyes adjust. Jin was huffing softly next to him, his whines drawn out and desperate in his sleep. He could feel a steady rutting against his hip. Hoseok looked over, blinking a few times. Jin was on his side, his hips twitching rhythmically. He was humping his leg. Hoseok sat up, moving away from Jin and staring at him in surprise. Jin had never been so desperate since they’d lived together. And it wasn’t like they were neglecting that aspect of their lives; they’d had sex two nights ago. Hoseok reached out, stroking Jin’s soft cheek. He reached up, gently rubbing over the coarse fur of his ears, twitching in his sleep.

“Jin-hyung. Jin, baby,” Hoseok called.

Jin reached out, grabbing his hip and dragging him forcefully back toward him. Hoseok gasped, the movement sending sparks of arousal through his body. Jin was never so rough with him. He felt Jin’s hot breath on his cheek, and his eyes fluttered shut.

This wasn’t right, Jin wasn’t even conscious. He grabbed Jin’s shoulder and shook him hard. “Seokjin!”

Jin yelped sharply, his eyes snapping open. He met Hoseok’s gaze immediately, not needing the moment to adjust.

“What?”

“You’re humping me,” Hoseok said, laughing a little. “Wh—” Jin looked down. “Oh Jesus, I’m sorry.” He backed up quickly, rolling onto his back.

“It’s okay,” Hoseok said, rolling over. He searched Jin’s face in the low light as his hand wandered down Jin’s chest. The dark horizonal stripe of soft, barely there fur over his nose, the twitching of his round, almost lion-esque spotted ears, his inquisitive dark eyes. “It was kinda sexy.”

“Yeah?” Jin asked softly.

Hoseok nodded. He cupped Jin’s crotch. “Do you want something? Were you having a good dream?”

Jin’s eyes fluttered shut and he nodded. “Of you.”

“What was I doing, Jin-hyung?” Hoseok slid his hand into Jin’s shorts, finding his cock and giving it a gentle stroke.

“I was fucking you.”

“Fucking me?” Hoseok teased. “Hard?”

Jin nodded, his eyes squeezing tightly when Hoseok’s grip tightened.

“Do you wanna fuck me right now?”

“I’m already close, it wouldn’t be good for you,” Jin gritted out.

“It would if you didn’t pull out, I’m sure,” Hoseok began. Jin went tense under him, and Hoseok sighed. “I know. You have to.”

“I just don’t want to hurt you,” Jin explained. He pushed Hoseok’s hand away from his crotch and leaned forward, kissing his nose. “You know I love you.”

“I know.” Hoseok twitched his nose, smiling a little. Jin reached up, stroking the sensitive skin surrounding Hoseok’s antlers. “Get some sleep, little deer.”

“What about you?”

“It’ll soften, I’m okay. I’ll try not to hump you like a horny teenager again.”

“I really don’t mind,” Hoseok pressed.

Jin nodded. “I know. Just get some sleep.”

Hoseok sighed and rolled onto his side, letting Jin cuddle up against his back. With their bodies slotted so well, Hoseok could feel Jin, still half hard, against his ass. He felt guilty, not helping him come when he so desperately needed it, but he’d never push himself on Jin like that. It was just a wet dream, nothing to worry about, he figured.

Until it happened again. And again. For a week solid, even on nights the two had made love, Hoseok was awoken to Jin’s hips rocking a sensual rhythm against his side, butt, thigh, or hip. The first few times he woke Jin, feeling guilty, but after a while he just let him finish himself in his boxers, which would usually rouse Jin anyway.

One Saturday morning after yet another nocturnal humping session, Hoseok knew they had to talk about it.

“I don’t think you’re being pleased in bed, Jin-hyung.”

Jin choked on his mouthful of eggs, eyes bulging. He laughed, a sharp, startling noise. “What?”

“Almost every night this week… You’ve humped me in your sleep. Is it me? It’s okay if it is. I know I’m not…” Hoseok shrugged.

“What? No, God, no, Hobi. You’re my world. You are perfectly pleasing in every way.”

“Then why?”

Jin shrugged. He rose, turning to the sink.

“I love you, Jin-hyung.” Jin’s rough paintbrush of a tail gave a halfhearted wag, giving away his worries even without him saying it. Hoseok rose, wrapping his arms around Jin’s middle.

“I love you,” He said more firmly, chuckling when Jin’s tail whacked the inside of his leg a little harder. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t know what’s causing it. I feel bad that it’s waking you up though.” His ears flattened, distressed. “I don’t like annoying you.”

“You never annoy me, Jin-hyung. Do you want me to start helping you out?”

“What do you mean?”

Hoseok shrugged, kissing over Jin’s shoulder. “It’s kinda sexy, if I’m being honest. I wish I knew what was causing it, but as long as it’s not me… I could help you resolve it.”

“You want to jerk me off in my sleep?”

“That or you know… I know you like other things I do.”

Jin shivered, and Hoseok chuckled. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“You’d do that?”

“Mhm. As long as I have your permission.”

“Granted,” Jin turned, grabbing Hoseok’s ear and scratching it playfully. “You are such a tease.”

“I learned it from you. Now, we promised Jimin we’d go visit him today. Get dressed.”

Jin laughed hard, almost a cackle that used to startle Hoseok nearly out of his skin. Now he loved it.

Jin nuzzled his soft, oversized ears, making Hoseok sigh contentedly. He stepped back, letting Jin head to the bedroom.

It was only two nights later when it happened again. Hoseok was rocked awake by Jin’s humping. He sighed softly, gazing at his face for a few minutes before nodding to himself. He shifted and rolled so he was facing Jin. Slow and steady, he nudged Jin’s boxers down low enough to grasp his cock.

Jin’s cock throbbed in his palm. Hoseok wet his lips, ears twitching forward for any sound from his sleeping lover. Silence, save for a soft, sleepy snore that sounded more like a growl than anything. He slid down, pushing the boxers down further. Jin’s cock was an angry purple, precome dribbling freely from the slit. Hoseok whined, feeling terrible for his lover’s predicament. He’d help this time. He was going to make it better. He lowered his head, wrapping his lips around the tip.

Jin reacted even in his sleep, his hips twitching and his tail giving a happy thump on the mattress. Hoseok chuckled, swiping over Jin’s tip to catch the precome. He always dripped so much; Hoseok wondered if he’d ever be able to slide in just with precome as lube. Maybe they’d try it one day. But for now...

Hoseok bobbed his head along Jin’s cock, nostrils flaring as he breathed deeply. He slid a hand back, tugging his own tail. He whined; God he wished Jin would be rough like that sometimes. He lifted his head off Jin’s cock, spitting in his hand and returning it.

He circled two fingers around his puckered hole as he worked Jin’s cock with his mouth.

It was a fucking travesty; any man with a hyena mate should never have an ass this tight. He wanted to be well and thoroughly fucked open. He just needed to show Jin. He wasn’t some weak little fawn. In the two days between Jin’s permission and now, Hoseok had done his research. Though coming was fine and satisfactory for people in Jin’s situation it was often not enough. Fake toys, things to give that tightness and that pleasure would work, but Hoseok wasn’t about to let his boyfriend use a piece of plastic when he was right there.

Hoseok drove his fingers in, working his ass open quick and steady. He was still trying to listen for sounds of Jin waking, but so far heard nothing but those adorable, sleepy moans.

The reality of what he was doing hit him then, and his stomach twisted as a spike of arousal shot through him. All these months, teasing and aching to feel Jin’s climax, Jin’s anxiety and suffering, so afraid to hurt him. It was all going to end.

Hoseok’s ass clamped around the three fingers buried inside himself, and he knew he was ready. Slow and steady he moved back up, adding more lube to his hole and a bit to Jin’s cock. He laid next to him, pulling Jin’s arm around his waist once more, ass pressed against Jin’s hard, warm cock.

It only took a few minutes for the humping to begin. Hoseok smiled, feeling Jin’s fingers tightening around his middle. He reached back, twisting his hips and spreading his ass. He gasped when Jin’s cock bumped his hole, a little disappointed when it didn’t slide home. He twisted his hips back, eager to help his lover.

Two more desperate pumps then — There it went. Hoseok gasped when Jin’s cock tip slid into his ass. He settled down and back, letting his boyfriend’s nocturnal needs guide the way. Jin was still fast asleep, huffing against the back of Hoseok’s neck. His thrusts were already becoming a little quicker, tip swelling just a little thanks to the blowjob Hoseok had given. He wanted to guarantee Jin would come inside.

Hoseok’s cock throbbed as Jin rubbed his prostate, but he kept his hands away, reaching back to lightly stroke Jin’s hip instead. He whined and moaned, begging Jin under his breath, more, deeper, harder.

Jin tensed a little, his teeth scraping Hoseok’s shoulder as he snarled. He was so close, here’s where he always pulled out when he was awake. Hoseok’s grip tightened just a little on his hip, and he began to fuck himself back on Jin’s cock, his ass giving in to take his full length. The tip was swollen enough that the stretch against Hoseok’s tip when he pulled back was uncomfortable. Just a little more—

“Hobi—“ Jin’s voice was gruff with sleep and arousal.

“Jin-hyung,” Hoseok whined. “Fuck me, please.”

He looked back, meeting Jin’s half-awake gaze. “Come in me.”

The words seemed to snap all sleepiness from Jin’s mind. He immediately jerked back, hissing when his tip snagged on Hoseok’s rim. “I gotta—“

Hoseok slammed back down, twisting his upper body back to kiss Jin. “You gotta come. I know your body needs this. It’s okay.”

Jin whined, his short nails biting into Hoseok’s hips. His ears flatted out, tail thumping weakly. “Hurt you—“ he gasped, fighting with his body.

“It won’t,” Hoseok whispered. “I’m not some breakable fawn, Jin-hyung. Use me, take me how I deserve. I wanna feel like your mate, please.”

Jin grimaced, hesitation still clear on his face. Hoseok closed his eyes and moaned loudly, his voice shifting almost into a bleat.

Jin cried out sharply, driving in deeper. Hoseok repeated the cry, reaching back and holding himself open.

Jin growled low in his throat, his resistance weakening.

“Please—“ Hoseok begged, pressing his whole body against Jin as he twitched his ass back onto his cock. Jin’s growl sharpened into a snarl.

He shoved Hoseok onto his belly, following the motion to roll atop him without pulling out. He grabbed Hoseok’s stub tail, tugging it playfully as he fucked into him.

Hoseok shouted into the pillow, bucking back against him. Jin leaned forward. He grabbed Hoseok’s antlers, using them to yank Hoseok up until he was on his knees, his back against Jin’s sweat slicked chest. He fucked into him hard and fast, his tip engorged enough now that each outward thrust tugged Hoseok’s rim hard.

“Hobi—“ Jin croaked, his voice gruff once more with lust. He was so close, Hoseok could smell it.

“Jin-hyung,” Hoseok whispered back.

“Tell me you want it. Please, I— Lemme hear you.”

Hoseok smirked. “I want it,” he whispered. “I’ve waited so long— I want you to come in me, please— Nobody’s ever—“ he gasped as Jin’s cock caught against. “Want you to be the only one... Only one to fill me— Please—“

“Only?” Jin huffed. “Fuck— Hobi—“ he dropped his hands from Hoseok’s antlers and wrapped them around his waist. He fucked into him with abandon, his thrusts bruisingly hard.

Hoseok moaned through it, his entire body shuddering. Jin snarled his name and Hoseok felt it. The hot fluid spilling deep inside him. Jin’s tip was swollen, caught deep in the ridges of Hoseok’s channel. Hoseok shuddered.

Jin’s cock throbbed against his prostate. He stroked himself twice; that and the steady twitching finally sending him over his own edge. He gasped Jin’s named as his cock spilled, come dribbling down his shaft and over his hand. Jin grunted, fingers squeezing when Hoseok clamped down on his cock.

Hoseok fell forward, barely able to hold himself up as his orgasm faded. Jin was still locked deep in him, still throbbing. Jin guided them down onto the bed, side by side.

As Jin’s body relaxed, he slipped free, leaving Hoseok loose and leaking.

“I hurt you…” Jin lamented.

“Not even a little. It felt amazing, Jin-hyung.”

“You never told me that,” Jin whispered, his face buried in Hoseok’s back. “That nobody’s ever come in you.”

“I didn’t want you to feel bad about not doing it. But I’m fine, Jin-hyung, don’t you see? All that time you were anxious… We could have been like this. Please don’t stop yourself from taking that pleasure anymore.”

“I got so rough with you.”

“Because it’s your nature.”

“You’re so soft, so gentle,” Jin worried, burying his nose in Hoseok’s soft hair. He reached down, stroking his fingers over Hoseok’s tail, hot and damp between their bodies. “I pulled your tail…”

“And I loved it, Jin-hyung, please. I would have told you if I didn’t like it, wouldn’t I have? Have I ever hidden anything from you before?”

“I suppose you haven’t,” Jin conceded.

“And I wouldn’t this time. I could do without the snarling, I swear you’ve never gotten so loud during sex, but if it shows you’re really loving it… I’ll accept it. Maybe just not in my ear.”

Jin cackled, and Hoseok winced, laughing himself. “Yeah, like that.”

“Sorry… You’re really not hurt?”

“Not even a little. I’m sorry I forced myself on you like that, I just—” He shrugged. “I needed to prove a point and you weren’t giving me a chance.”

“I get. I’m glad you did. I’ll listen to you more, I promise. You’re right. You aren’t some breakable fawn, you’re a grown man and you’ve put me in my place more than once. You deserve to be listened to like the equal you are in this house.”

Hoseok smiled softly. He shifted carefully, rolling to face Jin. “Thank you for that. It means a lot to hear.”

Jin leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Hoseok’s mouth.

“By the way, you using my antlers as handles?” Hoseok mumbled.

“Yeah?” Jin pulled back.

“You should do it more.”

“That was really fun,” Jin admitted, smirking. He stroked over the length of one, brushing his fingers through Hoseok’s hair when he reached the base. “They finally have a use besides making you pretty and scratching up our walls.”

Hoseok pouted, punching Jin playfully in the chest.

“Hey, don’t be mean. These are my pride and joy.”

“I said they make you look beautiful!” Jin argued, rubbing where Hoseok smacked. Hoseok laughed, nuzzling against him.

“You’d better think so.” He stifled a yawn against Jin’s shoulder. Jin hugged him close.

“Go to sleep.”

“You too. Don’t run off on me now.”

“Never. You’ve got me for life,” Jin promised, kissing Hoseok’s forehead. The two settled under the covers, and Hoseok smiled a little.

For as long as the two had struggled with that one thing – the fact that it was finally resolved felt amazing. He drifted to sleep easily, comforted by the steady heartbeat of his lover.

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